It's been too long since I wrote anything, Dawson's Creek related or not. And I found out that I still had some no posted chapters to this story. Hope you enjoy.
I own nothing related to Dawson's Creek, or Queen or Avril. Except my Cd's and DVDs.
608- Under Pressure
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets(…)
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me high high higher
Pressure on people
People on streets(…)
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our ways
Of caring about ourselves(…)
Queen – Under Pressure
Joey lifted her eyes from her book, staring at Pacey for a moment. He was in deep concentration, studying for his seven series, his lips moving slightly as he read. She smiled as he furrowed his brows, trying to absorb all the processes of the money-making world.
Pacey glanced at Joey her dreamy smile making him frown. Since the day he found that damned pregnancy test box he'd been wondering when she would come and tell him what she hid behind those gorgeous brown eyes of hers. What amazed him was how she wasn't freaking out in truly Joey Potter style. Even if the test turned out negative, in a way or another, she would be freaking out, and that scared him more, because if she wasn't freaking out, that could be definitely pregnancy hormones taking over her mind.
He couldn't help his grin as he allowed his own daydreaming. Ok, it was quite scary that she could be pregnant, they were too young, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but be happy if his suspicions were confirmed. A little boy to take to hockey games or a little girl that would act like a tomboy exactly like her mother. He chuckled as he pictured a small version of Joey, dressed in pink and trying to climb trees.
"That must be a quite funny financial book, Pace." Joey had an amused smile on her face.
"I…hmmm….got distracted."
"It's happening a lot this past week," Joey said, leaving her place on the floor to sit on his lap. "What's going on, sweetheart?"
"There's nothing going on, Jo," he tightened his arms around her. "Unless there's something you wanna tell me."
"Pacey, what would I have to tell you? I'm not the one who has been Pacey- head-in-the-clouds Witter lately."
"I've been working too much," he said dismissively. If she didn't want to tell him that she had a pregnancy test in her dorm, he wouldn't tell her what was bugging him.
"Pacey, there's something wrong, I know it," she left his embrace. "Is there someone else?"
"What?" he asked surprised his voice a tone higher. "Of course not, Jo, are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy, Pacey, you've been distracted, you've been sending weird glances at me all week since you brought Audrey from the hospital. We haven't even had sex for more than a week, not that I'm counting."
"I…Joey, would you please calm down?" this sudden emotional outburst would do no good to her.
"I'm not nervous, I just wanna know what the hell is going on," she yelled.
"There's nothing going on, Jo, if there is, you tell me."
Dammit, why didn't she just tell him?
Joey rolled her eyes, a muffled angry sound coming from her throat. If he wanted to play dumb, right, she wouldn't be here watching it. Fighting back some unwanted tears, she started picking up her stuff, books being shoved carelessly into her backpack.
"Potter, what are you doing?" he stood up to follow her as she was putting on her coat and started walking to the door. "Joey, would you please stop?"
"No, Pacey, unless you tell me what's going on." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm waiting."
"There's nothing going on, not with me."
"Fine then, when you decide to act like regular Pacey again, you call me," she turned around, hand on the doorknob.
"Jo, it's too late for you to be on the streets, stay, so we can talk about this," he put his hand over hers.
"I don't wanna talk right now, Pacey, and I can call a cab."
"OK, you don't wanna stay, I get that, let me at least drive you there, so I won't be worried sick here."
"It will be a first these days." Joey snarled.
"I have the right to be worried when you're going out there on your own possibly pregnant with my child," Pacey exploded.
An uncomfortable silence fell between them, Joey's face pale with surprise as her brain slowly registered his words. And the changes in her features told Pacey that maybe he was thinking too far ahead, a new idea forming on his mind. He found a test…but what if it wasn't Joey's?
xxxxxxx
Jen couldn't help smiling as Eddie walked her home. It had been a nice evening; she never thought bowling could be that fun. It was much better than staying at home studying or writing down ideas for her radio show. Or considering to call Drue just to annoy him (not that she cared about where he was or what or who he was doing).
"I had a great time tonight, Eddie," Jen smiled, feeling a sudden case of shyness. Sometimes, simple things like that were the most complex to handle, she still felt new at this world of innocent first dates and secret hopes of a good night kiss.
"Even when you slipped and fell on your butt?" he teased.
"Especially then," she chuckled. Eddie had this way of putting her at ease.
"Well, you can count on me to help you up next time we go bowling."
"Is this your way of asking me to another date?"
"You can bet that cute sore butt of yours," he whispered as he bent to kiss her, his lips lingering softly, not demanding.
Jen circled his neck, parting her lips, so he could deepen the kiss. For the first time in her life it wasn't complicated, it wasn't about having fun one night and headache in the other or long harbored feelings. It was simple, as it should be always. She noticed the living room's light going on, and she broke the kiss, sighing.
"I guess that's my cue to get in," she laughed softly.
"It's getting late anyway, and I have class first thing in the morning," Eddie said, kissing her softly once more. "Goodnight, Jen."
"Goodnight, Eddie," Jen said back, watching him walk towards his car.
She entered the house still having a dreamy smile on her lips. Jack's not so low clearing his throat brought her back from her reverie.
"Where have you been, young lady?" he asked in his best dad's voice.
"Jealous, sweetheart?" Jen teased, landing not so gracefully on the couch.
"No, just eager for the gory details," he plopped himself beside her.
"There could have been some if you hadn't turned on the lights."
"Awww, Jenny got horny with Worthington guy?"
"Hey, it's been a long time since I last dated anyone, and Eddie is a nice guy."
"And a good kisser from what I saw here."
"Sorry, Jackers, but I don't kiss and tell."
"C'mon, Jen, I'll tell you all about my date with David."
"Jack, you're my friend and I love you dearly, and although I think it's great that you have someone, I'm not ready to share that kind of information."
"Not even if he's a good kisser?" Jack pouted.
"I would know if you'd let us kiss a little bit more."
"So, it was good, wasn't it?" Jack teased.
Jen nodded, happily. It had been good…really good.
xxxxx
Dawson breathed heavily, exhausted. This was the tenth shot, and each one of them, Natasha had managed to ruin in one way or another. And every time Todd yelled "Cut!" from the top of his lungs, she would parade in front of him with a sarcastic smile on her lips.
"It's getting late, I should go back to my hotel," she muttered, faking a yawn.
"Natasha, we need to redo the last shot," Dawson pleaded.
"Who says so, last time I checked, you weren't the director." She walked away, not caring about Dawson's glare.
"If you weren't such a disaster, with women, you might be sneaking off to join her now," Todd came behind Dawson, a glass of whiskey already in his hand.
"No, no, no, Todd, you can't get drunk now," Dawson warned, taking his whiskey away.
"Leery, your inability to relax disturbs me."
"You're not getting rid of me easily, man. Ten people out there want to know what's plan B for Friday."
"As I suspected, you are not here to participate in the general debauchery. You're here to bore me with little work-related details."
"You were the one calling me to help saving your ass."
"No need to get aggressive here, mate. Tell them there's no plan B."
"We're three days behind, under penalties every day this week. We've got a monster day tomorrow, no shot list. There's 70% chance of rain on Friday, and apparently no plan "B." How is that no worries?"
"Come here, take a drink," Todd slapped his forehead. "I forgot, you can't legally drink yet."
"Todd, please, think about something."
"I did, I hired you back, and now why don't you just work that PA magic of yours and create a plan B?"
"You gotta at least call Heather Tracy back. She's called, like six times in the past two days."
"And tell her I'm three days behind? Do I look stupid to you?"
"Three days? I thought it was four," a short brunette walking to them said sarcastically.
"Heather!" Todd turned around to look at her, a charming smirk forming.
"Todd. Don't look so surprised. This is what you get for not returning my phone calls," she replied coldly.
"No. It's lovely. It's lovely to see you. Do you remember Dawson?"
"Yeah, the guy who almost cried when Spielberg called. We can bullshit the pleasantries later, sweetie. Right now I'm gonna need you to get me a better room. The girl at the front desk at that lame hotel you're staying in said it's impossible, but I'm sure Blondie locks over there can work a little magic, can't he?"
"I'll do my best, Ms. Tracy," Dawson excused himself, taking his cue to leave, chuckling when a desperate Todd mouthed 'help me'.
"Make it sure that your best is enough for my best."
Dawson grunted, muttering, "bitch" under his breath, when he saw Natasha observing them from afar. She looked troubled, anxious, biting her nails.
"They're going to replace me, aren't they?"
"What makes you say that?"
"When someone arrives from LA and goes straight to the director and wants to talk alone to him, believe me, they're not planning shoe shopping, but replacement auditions."
"It's not that bad, Natasha."
"You're not a good liar, Dawson. In fact, you're a spectacularly bad liar. Come on. You can be honest with me. I know I got this job on a fluke," she chuckled self-depreciatively.
"You got this job because you're the best person for the part, because you're tremendously talented."
"Yeah, right. Or maybe just tremendously lucky. "
"I think everyone feels that way about success- Everyone with a soul."
"And you've still got one, right?"
"I think so," he sighed.
"I think that may be why we ended up together, you and me. When we met at that party... "
"Then I managed to ruin everything."
"You made a mistake, Dawson, and I truly aimed to make your life a living hell."
"I hurt you, and I'm sorry for that."
"Why don't we put that behind us and start over again? We could have some fun while Ms. Hollywood doesn't fire both of us."
"I have to go to your hotel anyway to find her a better room," Dawson said, shrugging, his hand closing around hers. Natasha smiled; at least, they could enjoy this, for as long as it lasted.
xxxxxx
"Pacey? Would you please explain yourself?"
Pacey stared back at her, still trying to process that he made a huge scene and Joey had no idea of why he did it. But that wouldn't explain the pregnancy test.
"I found a pregnancy test," he mumbled, a deep feeling of embarrassment taking him.
"And that made you promptly assume that I'm pregnant? Don't you think I would be freaking out by now?"
He couldn't find the right answer, not a coherent one, all Pacey did was stare. Of course his act first, think later plus foot in mouth disease had to kick him in the ass. Joey seemed confused, hurt even that he thought she wouldn't share that kind of information.
"I don't know what I thought, Joey, I just put two and two together, you live at the dorms, I go to your bathroom and find an opened and used pregnancy test, and we're having sex…"
"I'm not the only girl that lives in that room."
His memory went to the day he brought Audrey back home, she demanded a quick stop at a K-mart; she needed hygiene products, according to her. He never thought that among said products was a pregnancy test.
"Audrey," he whispered, feeling even worse for all the thought that plagued him the last days, another two and two together playing in his head. "Dawson's?"
Joey nodded, with a roll of her eyes, pinching his cheek lightly. "See, you big dork, you've been worried for nothing."
"Well, it wasn't for nothing, I really thought you were pregnant, and you didn't freak out due to hormones driving you crazy," he chuckled, his hands around her waist. "I also asked myself several times why you didn't tell me, if you didn't trust me enough to share that with me, and I was even scared that you wouldn't want to keep the baby."
"You really thought that? Of course, I'd keep our baby, Pace. And for not telling you, believe me…"
Joey stopped, she'd never told Pacey about that weekend back in time when she desperately tried to find him with no such luck; when he finally called her, it had turned out to be nothing, and when he came back things went downhill up to prom night, hell broke loose and he never knew. At least not from her lips, she always assumed Gretchen told him, but he sure would bring this back now if he knew.
I looked away, then i looked back at you.
"Jo?" Pacey called, she seemed lost there for a moment, something that even brought her pain, like a sad memory.
"What?" she didn't know what to say. Would digging up old wounds bring them any good?
"You didn't finish what you were saying."
"It's nothing," she lied. Not a smart decision, but clearly a safer one, and safe would always be her first choice.
He knew she was lying, by the slight shaking of her head followed by a chin held up, though her eyes were somehow guarded. Whatever it was, she didn't want him to know. He could leave it like that, however, that trace of sadness in her eyes told him it was something quite important.
"Obviously it's something, Jo, otherwise you wouldn't be lying." She tried to hide her face, but he put a finger under her chin, forcing her to face him. "It can't be that bad."
Joey closed her eyes, breathing deeply. If she didn't tell him, he would get a wrong idea, and she promised herself to never keep things like that from him again. Maybe Pacey was right, it wasn't so bad, and it happened almost two years ago, so why freak out?
"I wouldn't make the same mistake twice," she blurted out.
Pacey dropped his hands to his sides, trying to absorb her words. Same mistake twice? Joey noticed his stunned attitude, a nervous feeling creeping up her body.
"Senior year, you were away in some sort of bonding fishing moment with Doug and I was late, I couldn't find you , so I went to the beach house, I really, really needed to talk to you, but Gretchen came and said you had too much on your plate then, I told her I might be pregnant, so she said she would talk to you, but when I got home and was about to take the pregnancy test," she rambled, pacing around the room, wringing her hands in typical nervous Joey Potter fashion. "It wasn't necessary anymore." She stopped to stare at him.
Pacey was livid, his mind working in a frenzy.
Joey could've been pregnant back then. She could've been barefoot and pregnant, her life turned into hell, no Ivy League college, with honors of Pacey Witter, the town loser. He was so screwed up that she didn't even feel like she could tell him about a pregnancy scare. And if she were pregnant, Potter pride wouldn't let her tell him after the way he treated her at Prom.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he managed to whisper.
You tried to say, things that you can't undo.
"Pacey, you were almost flunking, I wanted to, but I couldn't add more pressure on you about nothing."
"Nothing? Jo, you could've been pregnant!" his voice a little louder.
"I wasn't," she shot back. "God, Pacey, it's been almost two years."
"You could've told me later," he felt angry, and he didn't even know why this had him so upset. Rationally, he agreed, it was all water under the bridge, but his heart, felt hurt, a new set of insecurity coming over.
"When? When you were yelling at me telling me I made you feel like nothing or when you decided to have the time of your life in the Caribbean without even saying goodbye?"
"I-I don't know, okay? But I think I deserved to know."
"I never had the chance to tell you, Pace," Joey fought her tears. Why did he have to be such an ass sometimes?
"Don't lie, Jo, you thought I was a screw up, that I wouldn't be able to handle it."
"Were you, Pacey? Back then, were you able to handle it? You weren't able to handle even yourself; you got arrested for drinking, for God's sake."
"Is that what you really think?" he yelled, she'd brought too many of his down moments in a short period of time to not get a strong reaction.
"Pacey, you were troubled that time, and I was too stupid to notice, and, forgive me, if I only wanted to spare you more problems over something that turned out to be nothing."
"That's called patronizing, not protection."
"Call it what you want, but that doesn't justify your behavior this very moment."
"No?" he threw his hands in the air, angrily, now more at himself than at her. Of course she didn't get it, he didn't get it himself.
"No, you're being impossible, a- a drama queen!"
"A drama queen? My girlfriend tells me she could've been pregnant two years ago and never, ever told me about it, and I'm being a drama queen?"
"I don't know what else to say, Pacey. You want me to say I'm sorry, I already said it, you want to pick a fight, all right you got that too, if you want to break up with me again, go ahead, if that will make you feel better about yourself, I refuse to keep on talking in circles about this any more."
"I don't want to break up, I just want to understand, if you don't wanna talk, all right, I won't talk either."
"Fine, we can have a nice peaceful evening then."
"You know, what, you can have your peaceful night right now," he started to climb the stairs leading to his room, leaving her alone, dumb-folded. What the hell had just happened?
Today's the day, i pray that we make it through.
Make it through the fall
Make it through it all
xxxxx
Audrey curled up on her bed, loneliness never more welcomed. She enjoyed the silence when she had to think, and this was one of these moments. If Joey were here, she would probably be babbling about books and school or even worse her blissful life with Pacey; she certainly didn't need that right now, a stark reminder of what she didn't have, probably wouldn't have for a long time in her life.
She still couldn't believe this was happening to her, people had unprotected sex all the time with no afterwards consequences, people had sex trying to get pregnant lots of time with no success, and she, one stupid night in drunken stupor and bingo!, Jackpot! She tried almost ten different pregnancy tests, and all with the same result: positive. When she decided to actually believe the tests, she thought about getting an abortion, but just the idea was too much for her As much as she wasn't ready to be pregnant and a mother, she simply couldn't do it.
She was scared that she would have to do this all by herself, it wasn't like she could simply call Dawson and expect he would believe she was pregnant with his baby and give all his support, as far as she knew, he was jobless and going back to LA. Her parents? She could picture her mom saying what a failure she was and daddy dearest pulling out his wallet to pay how much it was necessary for her to get rid of this, or even worse, forcing Dawson to a shotgun wedding. The only thing she was sure was that she was having this baby. A tiny human being that would depend upon her, and would love her back selflessly, completely, because that's the way babies love their moms.
Audrey got her cell phone, slowly pressing Dawson's number. The future daddy should be the first to know, now that she'd gathered enough courage to tell him, because by now, only Joey knew, because she asked and Audrey had no other way out except confirming it. Luck was against her as she heard Dawson's voice mail message. Guess the happy future grandparents won this honor. She breathed deeply as she called home, trying to soothe herself.
"Mom? I'm fine, mom, I just want to talk to you for a moment. Be sure you're seated."
xxxxx
Pacey stared at the ceiling, still confused by the way he acted downstairs minutes ago. It was like he had been possessed by an evil spirit that made him react like that; he could almost hear it whispering Dawson's words how he would ruin Joey's life, that it was a matter of time she would go back to him, the eternal soul mate.
He knew it was wrong, he couldn't help but think someway he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. And bringing back what happened in the past reminded him how easily that could happen, that maybe this was a fate's warning that he and Joey were just temporary, that they weren't meant to be and he was just fooling himself about a future together.
Joey entered the room quietly. After staying downstairs, trying to figure out what happened; she decided she wasn't letting lack of communication and Pacey's old insecurities surge back into their relationship. Not this time. Without giving a second glance at him, she put her backpack on a chair, and started taking off her clothes, as if she was preparing to go to bed, rummaging his drawers to pick a shirt in which she could sleep, as she started speaking.
"You know, I'm not letting you do this to us, Pace. I said I'm sorry, but one thing I can't do is change what already happened, you know that," she sighed. "we can't argue like that whenever something from the past comes to the surface, because it belongs in the past, and we're heading to the future, Pacey. Our future."
You're the only one, i'd be with till the end.
When i come undone, you bring me back again.Back under the stars
Back into your arms
"Jo?" he interrupted, a small smile showing.
"Are you talking to me now?" she questioned. "Or are we still back in kindergarten?"
"Jo? Please, sweetheart, come here," he patted the bed beside him.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" she asked, crossing her arms with a teasing smile. "You, me, bed, after a heated conversation?"
"I think it's a great idea," he replied, smirking, grateful that Joey wasn't that mad.
"That wouldn't solve anything," she said, lying beside him. Sighing, Pacey brought her into his arms, her face resting against his shoulder. "I should be really, really mad at you, Pace."
"I know, I…"
"I know you're sorry, sometimes you can't help acting like a jerk," she lifted her eyes. "You can't keep acting like you're waiting for the other shoe to drop."
There, one sentence and she nailed him. She knew his rant wasn't actually about what happened in the past, but about how scared he was that they would end up in the same situation. Or that in way or another he would let her down.
"I'm scared, Jo," he managed to say. "I'm afraid we'll repeat the same old mistakes; that along the way I'm gonna screw up." He exhaled tiredly.
"Pacey, you're a smart guy, smart guys usually learn from their mistakes; two years ago we would start making out instead of talking until problems buried us. This isn't happening right now."
"I'm not totally against the making out thing," he kissed her forehead, tightening his arms around her.
"Me neither, but we have to clear things first, lover boy," Joey chuckled snuggling closer. "What's really bugging you?" She asked in a serious tone.
"This past week, I've been harboring two distinct feelings, one moment I thought I was doing exactly what Dawson always predicted, knocking you up and ruining your life, the other, I actually pictured myself beside you, raising our baby. When I realized you weren't pregnant, I felt disappointment, mixed with relief, but then you told me that you could've been pregnant back in high school, it hit me like a punch in the stomach. What if you really were? You were right, I wouldn't have been able to handle it, and it felt like a warning, you know, fate telling me I'm not the right one for you."
"First, fate doesn't decide who is perfect for me, I do, and I think we already established who I want to be with. Having a baby would certainly cause some havoc, but wouldn't ruin my life, and you really should stop listening to those stupid Dawson voices in your head, you know?"
"You're so smart, Potter," he grinned. Joey certainly was on a mission to bury his insecurities definitively.
"I'm not smart, Pace, you're the one emotionally retarded, remember?"
"How could I forget?" he whispered, their mouths meeting, lips parted, slowly taking their time.
"Hey, Pace?" Joey whispered against his lips, almost forgetting what she wanted to ask when his hand lifted slightly the hem of her shirt. "How many do you want?"
Pacey stilled, the words slowly sinking in. Yes, he wasn't dreaming, Joey Potter was asking him how many children he wanted to have with her.
"Hmmm…five?" he teased.
"Five? I won't go through five labors, Pace. And five little Witter's running inside the house? No thanks."
"Yeah, mixed with Potter genes…maybe we shouldn't have kids."
"I think we could manage three. Two girls and a boy, so you won't feel lonely."
"Don't you think we're going too far ahead here, Jo? I think we need a wedding before that."
He said the words in a jokingly way, but the truth behind them, froze the couple. They had never talked about the M word before; they had plans for the future, of course, but never laid out there the actual words.
"That's scary, huh, Jo?" he chuckled, nervously. He wasn't proposing or anything, why so suddenly did his voice seem locked in his throat?
"Not so much," she replied, her forehead resting against his. "Maybe a little," she chuckled. "Okay, it's scary to know that I'm not even twenty and I already found that person I want to spend the rest of my life with."
An awkward silence fell over them, too many hidden thoughts and wishes shared in loud voice making them suddenly shy. They stayed like that for a moment, silent, enjoying the warmth brought by their closeness, not only physical, but in their feelings. They were no longer dreaming separately, they were doing it together. But they were never the ones to share silence, and soon they were laughing with no reason, maybe to get rid of the tension the serious talk caused.
Pacey shifted slightly, so he was staring at Joey's face, his blue eyes scanning her face like he wanted to commit each single detail to memory (just in case he had forgotten to register any). His fingers carefully placed a silky strand of hair behind her ear, lingering a little longer to caress her face.
"God, Jo, you're so beautiful," he whispered, his lips traveling on her throat, stopping on her pulse points, his tongue sneaking out to taste her skin. "And you don't only look good, but taste even better."
"You don't have to sweeten me up to have sex, Pace," she muttered, pulling his shirt over his head.
"I'm simply stating the truth here, Potter," he kissed her lips lightly. "And I'd never say such things expecting sex, you know that."
"Good to know you don't want sex then," Joey smirked, turning around in his arms. "Good night, Pace," she said, pretending to yawn, mentally counting how many seconds it would take him to react.
"Good night, Jo," he followed her lead, turning to his side, trying to hold his laughter.
Not even thirty seconds later, he heard Joey grunt in disbelief, and saw his shirt she was wearing as well as her panties flying in front of his nose directed to the floor. Then the mattress creaked, as she rolled to his side, her bare breasts pressed against his back, her warm breath tickling his neck.
"Are you going to cooperate or do I need to do all the work?" she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe.
"Keep going," he joked. "I'm awfully tired today."
"Then I guess I'd have to do this first," she whispered again, her tongue barely touching his neck, causing him to breathe deeply, her fingertips grazing his stomach, trailing down to the waistband of his pants. "Are you still tired?" she asked as her hand ventured lower, gently stroking his erection.
"Just a little bit," he managed to say, willing to see how far she would go.
"Good, so you won't like if I do this," she said, tugging down his sweat pants, in which he promptly assisted kicking them off.
"No, never," he replied, turning around to face her, his arms bringing her flush against him. "Where were we?" he cocked an eyebrow suggestively.
"Right here," she replied, her mouth searching for his.
And i don't wanna fall to pieces, i just wanna sit and stare at you.
I don't wanna talk about it
And i don't want a conversation, (…)
I don't wanna talk about it, cuz' i'm in love with you.
Audrey was almost hanging up, her mother's outraged voice starting to get on her already shaken nerves. She'd heard about pregnancy moodiness, but she never expected it to kick in so early.
"Mom for the last time, I'm not getting an abortion. Of course I know who the father is, we're simply not together. No, mom, you're not coming here, I can handle this on my own. Mom? Mom?" she asked one more time before realizing her mother had hung up on her. This was perfect, absolutely perfect. Boston, beware, the Liddels are coming to town.
I feel like I am all alone
All by myself I need to get around this
My words are cold
I don't want them to hurt you
If I show you
I don't think you'd understand
'Cause no one understands I'm going nowhere on and on and
I'm getting nowhere on and on and on
I'm going nowhere on and on and off and on and off and on
Avril Lavigne – Take me Away.
Note: some verses from Fall to Pieces during Pacey&Joey's scenes.
