Disclaimer: Again, I do not own the characters of Dawson's Creek. I am only using them for this story and promise to put them back in their rightful place when I am through.
Chapter 2
Pacey Witter awoke to a knock on the door. Actually it was more of an incessant banging. He was glad his brother, Doug, was working the late shift that night; he would have freaked big time. He groggily answered the door to find a wild-eyed Dawson standing there. Pacey sighed slowly.
"There are those of us who actually like to be asleep at one in the morning." He yawned.
"I know it's late Pacey, but I need to talk to you. I have to talk to someone." He pushed past his friend and entered the apartment. Pacey sarcastically gestured his friend inside and closed the door behind him. He then sleepily made his way back to his sofa accommodations.
"Now," He yawned, "what's going on? What do you mean you have to talk to someone?"
Dawson plunked down blankly beside his friend nearly missing Pacey's outstretched legs. He didn't even notice the cry of protest Pacey emitted while pulling his legs in. Dawson put his head in his hands and suddenly began talking.
"I'm not crazy am I?" He looked over at a now bewildered Pacey. Before Pacey could reply he continued on. "I...I think I'm losing my mind. I can't exactly explain it. There's just so much happening and it's happening all at once. I...I just-,"
He paused for a moment and looked over at his friend who was sleeping peacefully. Pacey's quiet snores sounded like bombs exploding to Dawson who quietly arose from the couch and left the house without a word. In minutes he was back on the road. His mind was screaming and his list of good listeners was rapidly dwindling. He only had one more chance at mental freedom, and that was exactly where he was headed.
"Dawson...?" Joey Potter replied sleepily. "It's two o'clock in the morning. What are you doing here?"
Without waiting for an invitation, he stepped inside the house and sat down on the couch. Joey stared after him incredulously, bewildered by his rather rude intrusion. She threw up her hands in defeat.
"Sure, come on in." She replied, partially annoyed.
She followed Dawson into the living room and stood in the doorway with her hands folded across her chest. He was staring at the floor silently.
"You could have at least waited for an invitation." She said irritated. "You don't just barge in on someone."
He looked up at her with a teary glaze in his eyes. Joey tilted her head slightly, concern replacing her anger.
"Dawson." She said softly. "What's wrong?"
She forgot about his rather abrupt intrusion and went to him. She took his face in her hands and brushed the escaping tears from his cheeks with her thumbs; but they were quickly replaced. Tears continued to spill down his cheeks and she continued to brush them away. Without warning his face fell into her shoulder and he sobbed. Joey's eyes filled with concerned tears as she gently stroked his head.
You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She whispered. "But I wish you would."
As suddenly as they started the tears stopped and he lifted his head from her shoulder. His eyes were now red and swollen and she could fell him trembling. He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. He then arose from the couch and fled to the door. Joey ran after him. She followed him to his truck and stopped him just as he was getting in.
"Dawson wait!" She pleaded. "Are you going to be okay?"
Dawson looked at her concerned face. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead softly.
"I can't do this to you." He whispered and got into his truck.
"Dawson, what do you mean?" She asked as he started the car. "Dawson please! What can't you tell me?" She yelled as he pulled off.
Fresh, hot, tears filled her eyes. A light came on in the house and her sister appeared at her side.
"Joey, what's going on?" She heard her sister say. Joey just watched the taillights of Dawson's truck as he disappeared down the road.
"Dawson!" She screamed after him.
Dawson turned the radio volume up a notch. It had been a mistake; he shouldn't have ever gotten them involved. Now both of them were worried. Pacey had been exhausted and poor Joey; it had killed him to hear her scream after him like that. He turned the volume up another notch. A pounding headache was beginning to form. He turned the volume up louder. His hands began trembling and he fought hard to steer straight. He wasn't exactly sure where else to go. He'd already tried everything he could think of. The throbbing in this temple progressed and he could hardly think of anything but the outrageous pain. He increased the volume until the music exploded into the car. Suddenly, the throb in his temple became a searing pain and without thinking, he took his hands off the wheel to grab his head. That was all it took. The pain was so horrific he didn't notice the car swerving into the median and heading for the oncoming traffic on the other side of the speedometer reading 80mph. He took his foot off the accelerator and replaced his hands on the wheel desperately trying to jerk the wheel but it was too late. All he had was a choice, and neither of his options where good ones. He could hit the oncoming traffic or it the large telephone pole, which was the only thing between him and the oncoming traffic. In one second the choice was made and everything went black.
So let me know what you think. Once again, unless someone tells me to, I'm not going to finish it. So please review and let me know what you think so far.
Chapter 2
Pacey Witter awoke to a knock on the door. Actually it was more of an incessant banging. He was glad his brother, Doug, was working the late shift that night; he would have freaked big time. He groggily answered the door to find a wild-eyed Dawson standing there. Pacey sighed slowly.
"There are those of us who actually like to be asleep at one in the morning." He yawned.
"I know it's late Pacey, but I need to talk to you. I have to talk to someone." He pushed past his friend and entered the apartment. Pacey sarcastically gestured his friend inside and closed the door behind him. He then sleepily made his way back to his sofa accommodations.
"Now," He yawned, "what's going on? What do you mean you have to talk to someone?"
Dawson plunked down blankly beside his friend nearly missing Pacey's outstretched legs. He didn't even notice the cry of protest Pacey emitted while pulling his legs in. Dawson put his head in his hands and suddenly began talking.
"I'm not crazy am I?" He looked over at a now bewildered Pacey. Before Pacey could reply he continued on. "I...I think I'm losing my mind. I can't exactly explain it. There's just so much happening and it's happening all at once. I...I just-,"
He paused for a moment and looked over at his friend who was sleeping peacefully. Pacey's quiet snores sounded like bombs exploding to Dawson who quietly arose from the couch and left the house without a word. In minutes he was back on the road. His mind was screaming and his list of good listeners was rapidly dwindling. He only had one more chance at mental freedom, and that was exactly where he was headed.
"Dawson...?" Joey Potter replied sleepily. "It's two o'clock in the morning. What are you doing here?"
Without waiting for an invitation, he stepped inside the house and sat down on the couch. Joey stared after him incredulously, bewildered by his rather rude intrusion. She threw up her hands in defeat.
"Sure, come on in." She replied, partially annoyed.
She followed Dawson into the living room and stood in the doorway with her hands folded across her chest. He was staring at the floor silently.
"You could have at least waited for an invitation." She said irritated. "You don't just barge in on someone."
He looked up at her with a teary glaze in his eyes. Joey tilted her head slightly, concern replacing her anger.
"Dawson." She said softly. "What's wrong?"
She forgot about his rather abrupt intrusion and went to him. She took his face in her hands and brushed the escaping tears from his cheeks with her thumbs; but they were quickly replaced. Tears continued to spill down his cheeks and she continued to brush them away. Without warning his face fell into her shoulder and he sobbed. Joey's eyes filled with concerned tears as she gently stroked his head.
You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She whispered. "But I wish you would."
As suddenly as they started the tears stopped and he lifted his head from her shoulder. His eyes were now red and swollen and she could fell him trembling. He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. He then arose from the couch and fled to the door. Joey ran after him. She followed him to his truck and stopped him just as he was getting in.
"Dawson wait!" She pleaded. "Are you going to be okay?"
Dawson looked at her concerned face. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead softly.
"I can't do this to you." He whispered and got into his truck.
"Dawson, what do you mean?" She asked as he started the car. "Dawson please! What can't you tell me?" She yelled as he pulled off.
Fresh, hot, tears filled her eyes. A light came on in the house and her sister appeared at her side.
"Joey, what's going on?" She heard her sister say. Joey just watched the taillights of Dawson's truck as he disappeared down the road.
"Dawson!" She screamed after him.
Dawson turned the radio volume up a notch. It had been a mistake; he shouldn't have ever gotten them involved. Now both of them were worried. Pacey had been exhausted and poor Joey; it had killed him to hear her scream after him like that. He turned the volume up another notch. A pounding headache was beginning to form. He turned the volume up louder. His hands began trembling and he fought hard to steer straight. He wasn't exactly sure where else to go. He'd already tried everything he could think of. The throbbing in this temple progressed and he could hardly think of anything but the outrageous pain. He increased the volume until the music exploded into the car. Suddenly, the throb in his temple became a searing pain and without thinking, he took his hands off the wheel to grab his head. That was all it took. The pain was so horrific he didn't notice the car swerving into the median and heading for the oncoming traffic on the other side of the speedometer reading 80mph. He took his foot off the accelerator and replaced his hands on the wheel desperately trying to jerk the wheel but it was too late. All he had was a choice, and neither of his options where good ones. He could hit the oncoming traffic or it the large telephone pole, which was the only thing between him and the oncoming traffic. In one second the choice was made and everything went black.
So let me know what you think. Once again, unless someone tells me to, I'm not going to finish it. So please review and let me know what you think so far.