Joey Potter stood at the end of a dock staring vacantly at the water rippling around her. The last traces of sunlight slowly drained away leaving the sky a deep shade of pink reflected on the waters surface in a multitude of colours. Her mind drifted and she felt at peace.
Suddenly an arm shot around her waste causing her to stumble backwards against the owner's chest. She sighed with relief as a second arm embraced her and she recognised the watch it bore.
"Hey you", she said sweetly, not once turning to face her intruder.
"How'd you know?" Came a familiar voice.
"I always know", she replied with a smug tone.
"What are you doing out here anyway?"
"Oh nothing, just . . . "
"Thinking?" Her sentence was finished for her.
"Uh-hu".
"You seem to be doing a lot of that lately, should I be worried?"
"Of course not, it's nothing really".
"You sure?"
She wasn't but lied anyway, "yeah".
"I'm guessing maybe your feeling as anxious as me when it comes to the prospect of starting back at school on Monday".
"Well obviously, I mean it's are senior year, that's a big step".
"I'm just glad it's a step we'll be taking together", he said, placing a warm kiss on her cheek.
But just think how different things could have been, she said to herself whilst nodding in agreement.
His arms loosened around her and finally she turned to face him. Their eyes met and her heart skipped a beat, how could he still do that to her? She smiled as her mind wandered.
Examining the face she'd seen a thousand times she still found wonderment in every feature. It was moments like this that cleared all doubt from her mind and she felt sure. She had made the right choice; she had done the right thing. She'd followed her heart down that broken road and found her true love.
His voice came softly breaking her from her thoughts.
"I love you Joey".
"I love you too, Dawson".
Pacey Witter stepped down from his boat on to the wooden dock alongside it.
"Capeside, Ma, home at last", he whispered to himself sarcastically.
After being on his boat for the past eight hours he felt a little as he walked over to tie her into the harbour. He paused and gazed around him slowly taking in his surroundings. It was a beautiful summer evening, what remained of the sun illuminated the sky with florescent pinks and oranges and a slight breeze relieved the heat. This did nothing to lift his spirits though.
Returning to the boat to collect a knapsack containing the essentials he opted to leave the rest of his belongings onboard for the time being. Letting out a long, drained sigh he swung the back onto his shoulder and turned to face the town that waited.
"Here goes nothing". And with that thought he headed off the docks and onto the road that would lead him to the 'not so' welcoming arms of his brother Doug as he'd been ousted by his parents. Then it struck him. There would be no one waiting his return, no body would rejoice to see him, and why should they? He'd betrayed his best friend, lost the girl he loved and then, he'd done the lowest, most cowardess thing of all. He ran away. No attempt at reconciliation, handing out no explanations, he just upped and left. Now he was back and it was time to face all that he'd tried to escape.
He suddenly felt sick to the pit of his stomach. No Joey, no Dawson, even after 3 months of isolation out on the open seas, he'd never felt so alone.
"So Jen, any word from Henry?" Jack asked his friend as they strolled arm in arm along the bustling beach side walk way.
"Not as yet".
"Hmm, trouble in paradise?"
"No, I'm sure he's just a little pre-occupied with settling into a new school," Jen replied in a matter of a fact tone which implied that she was trying to convince herself as much as Jack.
"Yeah you're probably right," he said reassuringly.
Jen stared out at the receding tide thinking to herself before stating solemnly,
"I guess it's gonna be tough for a while, I mean the whole, 'long term relationship thang' takes a lot of work". She paused while thinking, "but I'm quietly confident that we'll see it through".
"Who'd of thought it", Jack said coming to a stand still, "Jen Lindley in love".
"What? Love, no, I'm not so sure".
"But there's definitely something there right?"
Her lips curled into a smile as she turned to face him.
"Let's just say that for once I've got one of the good ones, and I intend to keep him".
"So does that mean there's only room in your life for one man?" Jack asked jokingly batting his eyelids and sticking out his bottom lip.
She smiled sweetly and took hold of his hands.
"There'll always be room for you Jack".
"Hey guys wait for me!" Andie's voice broke the moment as she came bounding towards them.
Noting their joined hands and smiley expressions she commented,
"I swear you guys would make the cutest couple, well, if it went for the whole gay male straight female thing".
They laughed embarrassed and dropped each other's hands.
Andie took this opportunity to step in-between them. She looped each of her arms through theirs and they continued their walk along the beach.
"So where to?" She questioned cheerily.
Jen shook her head bewildered by Andie's constant state of happiness before answering,
"Erm, I told Dawson we'd meet him and Joey by the fountain, we were thinking of heading down to the dive in".
"Sounds like a plan", Jack commented.
"Uh-huh", Andie perked up, "last night of freedom and I intend to enjoy it".
"I hear that".
"Me too".
Suddenly an arm shot around her waste causing her to stumble backwards against the owner's chest. She sighed with relief as a second arm embraced her and she recognised the watch it bore.
"Hey you", she said sweetly, not once turning to face her intruder.
"How'd you know?" Came a familiar voice.
"I always know", she replied with a smug tone.
"What are you doing out here anyway?"
"Oh nothing, just . . . "
"Thinking?" Her sentence was finished for her.
"Uh-hu".
"You seem to be doing a lot of that lately, should I be worried?"
"Of course not, it's nothing really".
"You sure?"
She wasn't but lied anyway, "yeah".
"I'm guessing maybe your feeling as anxious as me when it comes to the prospect of starting back at school on Monday".
"Well obviously, I mean it's are senior year, that's a big step".
"I'm just glad it's a step we'll be taking together", he said, placing a warm kiss on her cheek.
But just think how different things could have been, she said to herself whilst nodding in agreement.
His arms loosened around her and finally she turned to face him. Their eyes met and her heart skipped a beat, how could he still do that to her? She smiled as her mind wandered.
Examining the face she'd seen a thousand times she still found wonderment in every feature. It was moments like this that cleared all doubt from her mind and she felt sure. She had made the right choice; she had done the right thing. She'd followed her heart down that broken road and found her true love.
His voice came softly breaking her from her thoughts.
"I love you Joey".
"I love you too, Dawson".
Pacey Witter stepped down from his boat on to the wooden dock alongside it.
"Capeside, Ma, home at last", he whispered to himself sarcastically.
After being on his boat for the past eight hours he felt a little as he walked over to tie her into the harbour. He paused and gazed around him slowly taking in his surroundings. It was a beautiful summer evening, what remained of the sun illuminated the sky with florescent pinks and oranges and a slight breeze relieved the heat. This did nothing to lift his spirits though.
Returning to the boat to collect a knapsack containing the essentials he opted to leave the rest of his belongings onboard for the time being. Letting out a long, drained sigh he swung the back onto his shoulder and turned to face the town that waited.
"Here goes nothing". And with that thought he headed off the docks and onto the road that would lead him to the 'not so' welcoming arms of his brother Doug as he'd been ousted by his parents. Then it struck him. There would be no one waiting his return, no body would rejoice to see him, and why should they? He'd betrayed his best friend, lost the girl he loved and then, he'd done the lowest, most cowardess thing of all. He ran away. No attempt at reconciliation, handing out no explanations, he just upped and left. Now he was back and it was time to face all that he'd tried to escape.
He suddenly felt sick to the pit of his stomach. No Joey, no Dawson, even after 3 months of isolation out on the open seas, he'd never felt so alone.
"So Jen, any word from Henry?" Jack asked his friend as they strolled arm in arm along the bustling beach side walk way.
"Not as yet".
"Hmm, trouble in paradise?"
"No, I'm sure he's just a little pre-occupied with settling into a new school," Jen replied in a matter of a fact tone which implied that she was trying to convince herself as much as Jack.
"Yeah you're probably right," he said reassuringly.
Jen stared out at the receding tide thinking to herself before stating solemnly,
"I guess it's gonna be tough for a while, I mean the whole, 'long term relationship thang' takes a lot of work". She paused while thinking, "but I'm quietly confident that we'll see it through".
"Who'd of thought it", Jack said coming to a stand still, "Jen Lindley in love".
"What? Love, no, I'm not so sure".
"But there's definitely something there right?"
Her lips curled into a smile as she turned to face him.
"Let's just say that for once I've got one of the good ones, and I intend to keep him".
"So does that mean there's only room in your life for one man?" Jack asked jokingly batting his eyelids and sticking out his bottom lip.
She smiled sweetly and took hold of his hands.
"There'll always be room for you Jack".
"Hey guys wait for me!" Andie's voice broke the moment as she came bounding towards them.
Noting their joined hands and smiley expressions she commented,
"I swear you guys would make the cutest couple, well, if it went for the whole gay male straight female thing".
They laughed embarrassed and dropped each other's hands.
Andie took this opportunity to step in-between them. She looped each of her arms through theirs and they continued their walk along the beach.
"So where to?" She questioned cheerily.
Jen shook her head bewildered by Andie's constant state of happiness before answering,
"Erm, I told Dawson we'd meet him and Joey by the fountain, we were thinking of heading down to the dive in".
"Sounds like a plan", Jack commented.
"Uh-huh", Andie perked up, "last night of freedom and I intend to enjoy it".
"I hear that".
"Me too".