Dreaming
Set before the first season, my idea of what the show could have been like.
Disclaimer- I do not own the characters of Dawsons Creek but any additional ones belong to me
Note- Thoughts in Italics
This is my first attempt, so tell me how to improve or if I'm simply wasting my time.
Chapter One
"Joey…."
"Joey, you're my soulmate." Dawson Leery, a look of reverence on his face and love in his eyes.
"Joey!" Her eyes flew open and her dreamy half-smile tightened into a grimace.
"Wind and face changing, Joey." Pacey looked daft as ever, she thought, in enormous swamping shorts and palm-tree shirt fluttering at some places, but clinging to damp patches. He seemed delighted to have soured her expression.
Joey was sat on the grass outside of her house enjoying the warm and breezy summer and her daydream.
"Witter. I know that's what happened to you but it's not my problem." Said in acidic tones, her brown eyes, narrow slits.
"You pain me, fair lady"- He clamped both hands over his chest.
"The heart- it's on the other side- braindead." She unconsciously began to pull at the grass, making a mound of shrivelled ends.
"Heart?" Mock-confused.
"Yeah, right." Joey rolled her eyes and pushed off her hands onto her feet. She strode to her house, slamming the door.
Pacey's blue eyes lightened and he whistled as he continued to walk right behind her- opening the door without knocking and throwing himself onto her couch.
"Now, come, come. It's not every day you have the delight of my company."
Rhhh! No stop Potter. Don't let him wind you up. Think Dawson, dream Dawson. She breathed a long steadying sigh and forced a smile onto her face. "Right Pacey. What do you want?" This was meant to sound a lot more amiable. As it was, the words were ground out between her teeth.
If she expected Pacey to be taken aback by this change of tact, she was disappointed as his grin grew wider. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair, making it stand up in tufts.
"I wonder how it is that I have such a dramatic effect on you." He mused smugly. "All these repressed emotions Joey." Frowning solemnly.
Joey WOULD NOT get angry. So what if the guy had hounded her from her dreams, followed her uninvited into her house, had been a curse on her life for each one of those fifteen years. Without realising what she had done, her hands had tightened around a rolling pin, and some instinct made her, with murderous brown eyes, approach Pacey. "Out!" she screamed threateningly, pin aloft.
"'K- if you don't want to face up to it that's fine…"
Joey was surprised when he rose and headed for the door-uncertainly she followed.
"Got ya!"- he whirled around and wrestled the weapon from her grip, it clattered to the floor. PACEY. She thumped clenched fists against his chest, backing him up to the door.
Their gazes were locked- hers fierce, his challenging. They held the stare. For so long in fact, they didn't notice their grip on one another had changed. Bodies still thrust together- her both hands on the door, his both at her waist.
It was like electricity, Joey thought, dazed, watching the storm in his eyes now trying to discover his emotion. "Pacey……"
She dropped both hands so he was no longer trapped, but he didn't move an inch. They were so close, breath mingling, bodies heated.
Joey wonderingly raised a hand to his hair, in utter disbelief at her own body's action, as his eyes finally dropped from hers, lowering to her mouth. His lips began to descend for a kiss..
..When his head jerked back suddenly. His face went blank. "Well Joey, you do look flustered."
What? She dropped a mask over her own confusion. "You been to summer school Pace? Here's the rundown, you fail charm but ace obnoxious."
A tight smile briefly appeared. "Yeah, well you passed sarcastic and uptight bitch courses with extra credit in 'I've got terminal PMS!'"
She stalked away from him, and picked up the phone, pressing a memorised number quickly. "Dawson? Movie night still on?"
She began to converse with him. Or rather, listen, as he excitedly began to summarise the mesmerising night they would have.
When she turned around, the door was open and Pacey was gone.
"Ow!" Pacey exclaimed as he examined his fisted hand, the hand he had just hurled against his locker.
"Feelings" he murmured, giving up any attempt to rush into the class he was already late for- the bell had sounded before he'd even arrived at school and no pupils were to be seen. He concentrated on the distant voices, dissolving into a calming hiss as he sat on the ground, legs cast out before him, head against the lockers- the lower ridges poking into his skin, as he wriggled uncomfortably.
His hand was still smarting, as he gazed at it dispassionately. I don't even believe in fate. We have choices right?
Yesterday had been the last day of the summer holidays. Having successfully summoned the willpower to keep away from Joey Potter for the duration of the holidays, he had not been able to resist going to see her on that last day. What a mistake that turned out to be. He stretched his fingers out gingerly and lay them on the soothing cool of the tiles beside him.
I'm not going to be philosophically challenged by this. Things cannot happen for logical reasons. At least not by my logical reasoning. It's all just bad luck.
BANG
The door crashed shut. Pacey opened the eyes he had closed, his heart sinking. He didn't even attempt to rise. More bad luck then Witter.
Joey's brown hair swung unheeded as she stormed the corridor, muttering furiously to herself. Her eyes were straight ahead, her chin thrust upwards in anger. She rounded a corner and promptly tripped on a pair of sprawled legs thudding to the floor. Momentarily winded, Pacey could see she was in no condition to start the stream of verbal abuse he was sure she had lined up for him. Sighing, he stood and pulled her ungraciously to her feet.
"Joey." Defeatedly.
"Pacey," she gasped. "Might have known." Questions hovered in her eyes, but Pacey turned away. He took a slow step away from her, and then took two small backward ones so he was just behind her.
Can't just bleeding leave her here. I hate feelings, I hate hormones.
He wound one arm around her waist, which he figured she was too surprised to try and move and headed towards her first class. "You OK?" He asked as they stood outside the room.
Her teeth nibbled on her lower lip, and he was glad that mind reading wasn't a Joey Potter ability. As her face reflected shock he reconsidered. Nah, surely not, I mean she'd have killed me by now.
It was then he realised that his hand had, of its own accord, began to smooth the flyaway tangles of her hair. Damn. He blushes and backed away, stammering, "I m-mean you don't- you don't h-hurt anywhere?"
She shook her head. He wiped a hand over his face, attempting to hide it briefly and went back down the corridor, not beginning to run until he reached the safety of the blustering air outside of the school.