AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Jen goes for a walk and gets an eyeful
SPOILER: Dirty Dancing
RATING: TV-PG
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just LMK where it's going. I like to see my name in print. =)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these wonderful works by Kevin Williamson. The guy is a God of screenwriting and I bow at his feet for temporarily stealing his characters for my own personal enlightenment. =)
Jen Lindley walked the streets of Capeside alone. She'd never been able to do that in New York. First of all, you wouldn't be safe, and secondly, even if you would've been safe, New York was so dark and closed in that you got goosebumps being anywhere by yourself after six o'clock. Even when she'd been boozed to death, Jen could never shake the freakish feeling the streets of the city gave her.
She sighed as she walked, enjoying the night, the clear air. It was nearly midnight and she'd snuck out of her house after feeling almost numb stuck inside the walls of her bedroom. Dawson had walked her home an hour ago, and ever since she'd been up in her room, waiting for something to happen. Her grandmother to yell, the phone to ring, some sign that life hadn't stopped.
She'd changed into sweat pants and a tee shirt and was lying on her bed, listening to nothing. That was the sound of Capeside at night: silence. She used some of the peace to write in her journal, but even after writing down every single thing she knew about Dawson Leery, she was antsy. She climbed out onto the roof and jumped down, landing thankfully without any injury.
She'd stopped at the stand to buy a piece of salt water taffy as she had earlier, and as she chewed it, she mused about Dawson, mentally reliving her dance with him. She heard kissing noises all of a sudden, and they grew so loud that she had to open her eyes and make sure that she wasn't making them herself. She wasn't. Sighing, she moved down the pier to find out exactly who was getting busy under the moonlight. Her eyes widened at what they say.
Pacey, furiously kissing a woman.
Ms. Jacobs.
Jen blinked a few times and ran away. "Girl, you have one wild imagination," she said under her breath. "Telling yourself you were seeing Pacey Witter kissing a teacher? God, you really do need to get laid. You're so lonely you've degraded yourself to thinking about your friends' sex lives."
"No," Jen said louder this time. "I will not revert back to that life. I'm here now, and I'm going to start over. For once, I won't be the girl with the reputation." Jen returned home, crawled into bed and had pleasant dreams.
Of Pacey.