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Chapter Four
I sat on the beach early on the morning that we left Florida for Boston. At first, all I wanted was to be alone. I had so many feelings to sort out, and it was driving me crazy. My heart felt really good whenever I was near Charlie until I'd see Dawson standing nearby with his 'I'm sad, but I'm a guy so I can't look sad' expression on his face. It made me feel guilty. I hated how he could do that to me. I hated that he could get on with his life, but he would suddenly jump at the chance to make me stay miserable. All I wanted was to find my own heart, to find my own way. And right now, my way was with Charlie.
I was thinking all of this as I heard a door close back at the house. I figured that it was Charlie, but I was sadly mistaken when Jen sat down on the sand next to me. I tried to hide my disappointment, but I think she saw through the act.
"Joey, I really know that you don't want to listen to me about Charlie," she began her lecture. I held up a hand to stop her.
"You're right, Jen! I don't," I said curtly as I stood up and brushed my pants off.
"He's a jerk, Joey," Jen said sharply as she looked into my eyes. "He will always be a jerk."
"People change, Jen," I said softly, yet with conviction.
"Not him," she muttered and then looked at me.
I looked back down at her and I know that if looks could kill, she would've been dead. She would've deserved that death, too. Jen had always had whatever boy she wanted, but I didn't. I tried not to dwell on that fact, but at moments like these, it was all too difficult not to. I began to turn around and walk away, when she stood up and jogged after me.
"Just think about it, Joey! Don't do something that you're going to regret later!"
"Like what?" I challenged as I stopped walking away.
"I don't know. Maybe getting your heartbroken?"
"Well, you know what, Jen? My heart doesn't break as easily as yours does!"
I began to walk away again. This time, when Jen responded, she was as enraged as I was. She hated people saying that she was overly sensitive when it came to the heartbreak stuff, but she knew it was true.
"Joey, stop being such a selfish bitch!" she yelled after me.
"Stay out of my life!" I yelled back at her as I stormed away.
I ran back to the house with such speed that you'd have thought I was running on hot coals or something. I found Charlie standing on the back porch, looking as though he was worried by my angered face and my running. I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. His kiss made my anger and frustration disappear. His hand on my body made my heart melt. Charlie made me feel like I deserved happiness, and I liked that feeling.
"Good morning?" he said suspiciously as he pulled away.
"Not exactly," I said as I pulled away to see everyone gawking at us. I waved slightly before I kissed Charlie again.
"I could get used to this," he whispered into my ear after I ended the second kiss.
"Me, too," I mumbled before hugging him and pulling away. My heart was really giving me a hard time with this boy. How could I like him when I'm supposed to be Dawson's soul mate? How could I kiss him and feel such fire and magnetism between us if Dawson was supposed to be 'the one' for me? How could any of this happen?
Chapter Four
I sat on the beach early on the morning that we left Florida for Boston. At first, all I wanted was to be alone. I had so many feelings to sort out, and it was driving me crazy. My heart felt really good whenever I was near Charlie until I'd see Dawson standing nearby with his 'I'm sad, but I'm a guy so I can't look sad' expression on his face. It made me feel guilty. I hated how he could do that to me. I hated that he could get on with his life, but he would suddenly jump at the chance to make me stay miserable. All I wanted was to find my own heart, to find my own way. And right now, my way was with Charlie.
I was thinking all of this as I heard a door close back at the house. I figured that it was Charlie, but I was sadly mistaken when Jen sat down on the sand next to me. I tried to hide my disappointment, but I think she saw through the act.
"Joey, I really know that you don't want to listen to me about Charlie," she began her lecture. I held up a hand to stop her.
"You're right, Jen! I don't," I said curtly as I stood up and brushed my pants off.
"He's a jerk, Joey," Jen said sharply as she looked into my eyes. "He will always be a jerk."
"People change, Jen," I said softly, yet with conviction.
"Not him," she muttered and then looked at me.
I looked back down at her and I know that if looks could kill, she would've been dead. She would've deserved that death, too. Jen had always had whatever boy she wanted, but I didn't. I tried not to dwell on that fact, but at moments like these, it was all too difficult not to. I began to turn around and walk away, when she stood up and jogged after me.
"Just think about it, Joey! Don't do something that you're going to regret later!"
"Like what?" I challenged as I stopped walking away.
"I don't know. Maybe getting your heartbroken?"
"Well, you know what, Jen? My heart doesn't break as easily as yours does!"
I began to walk away again. This time, when Jen responded, she was as enraged as I was. She hated people saying that she was overly sensitive when it came to the heartbreak stuff, but she knew it was true.
"Joey, stop being such a selfish bitch!" she yelled after me.
"Stay out of my life!" I yelled back at her as I stormed away.
I ran back to the house with such speed that you'd have thought I was running on hot coals or something. I found Charlie standing on the back porch, looking as though he was worried by my angered face and my running. I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. His kiss made my anger and frustration disappear. His hand on my body made my heart melt. Charlie made me feel like I deserved happiness, and I liked that feeling.
"Good morning?" he said suspiciously as he pulled away.
"Not exactly," I said as I pulled away to see everyone gawking at us. I waved slightly before I kissed Charlie again.
"I could get used to this," he whispered into my ear after I ended the second kiss.
"Me, too," I mumbled before hugging him and pulling away. My heart was really giving me a hard time with this boy. How could I like him when I'm supposed to be Dawson's soul mate? How could I kiss him and feel such fire and magnetism between us if Dawson was supposed to be 'the one' for me? How could any of this happen?