A/N: hey, * means that it's Jack having a flashback and ~ means that he's
back in the original flash back. R/R!!!
Jen wobbled more violently as Dawson leveled himself on the roof. There was no going back down, he needed to stay up with her as much as possible, she wasn't going to go down alone.
"Jen, why don't you give me your hand and we both get off of this roof?"
Jen shook her head. "Nope, I like it up here! No one to tell me what to do! They can't get me up here! I'm on top of the world, Dawson." She slurred.
Dawson sighed with frustration. Well, he couldn't force her down. He tried to think of trying to get her down safely. Instead, he thought back to earlier today and how much he hated it.
~~~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dawson! Get up! Get up!"
Ugh, it was seven in the morning, it was a Saturday! Who was telling him to get up?
"Who the hell are you?" Dawson mumbled, his face in his pillow.
"Dawson! Get up now!"
Dawson felt something ice cold wash over him. He flipped over and was greeted by a face full of water.
"What the hell?!" he sputtered.
Pacey stood there smirking, quite proud of himself. Putting the glass that once contained water down, he plopped himself down on Dawson's wet bed.
"Dawson, you are impossible to wake up, you know that?" Pacey complained.
"What are you doing here, Pace?" Dawson asked, wiping his face off with his comforter.
Pacey looked shocked. "Dawson, today is Jen's party, remember? Grams is out. Well, not yet, but she asked us to baby-sit the house for her, remember?"
Dawson groaned. He completely forgot about Gram's house sitting. That meant he would have to see Jen that day, for the entire day.
"This is bad, Pacey, really really bad. I can't face Jen! I was horrible to her last night; I don't what came over me!"
Pacey was confused. "What do you mean, you can't face Jen? What, did you break up with her?" Dawson nodded his head bleakly.
Pacey groaned and said, "Dawson! Why did you have to do it right before the party? Now there is going to be hell between you two! You know Jen! She could seriously conflict damage on you or herself! What did you say?"
Dawson shuddered and thought back: "At least I'm not a perverted drunk slut!"
"Uh, just that she and I weren't made for each other. That's all really." Dawson lied.
Pacey knew that he was lying. "Really man, what did you say to her?"
"I called her a slut."
There was a moment of silence between the two.
Pacey whistled. "Man, that is pretty harsh, there, Leery. There is going to be hell to pay tonight, you watch yourself! At least Jack will be there with us tonight. He'll be able to take care of Jen."
~~~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Jen, Jen, wake up!"
"Go to hell, Dawson! Get out of my life!" Jen called out in amidst her dreams.
Jack sighed with defeat. There was no way he'd win the sleep battle, especially if Jen had cried the whole night away. Jack was furious with Dawson for hurting Jen like he did. Jack remembered Jen's face when she walked through Gram's door..:
* "Jack? Jack!"
Jack spun around in his easy chair. It sounded like Jen, but she didn't sound normal.
"Jen? I'm up in you room!"
Jen crashed through the door and fell upon her bed. "Jack, what's wrong with me?" she sputtered, avoiding his eyes.
Jack was taken aback. What did she mean, what was wrong with her? She was perfect! "Uh, maybe the fact that you think there is something wrong with you, when there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. Jen, what makes you ask this question?"
Jen looked up at Jack; he could see an unusual sparkle in her eyes.
"Jack, am I a perverted drunk slut?" Jen asked, Jack now knew that the sparkle was a tear forming in her eye as she let it trickle down her cheek.
"What? Of course not, Jen!" Jack exclaimed. He gently laid down on the bed next to her. He touched her shoulder with care. "Jen," he whispered, "Why do you think you are? Who made that idea cross your mind?"
"That's not the point, Jack, the point is that I was and now it's coming back to haunt me! Once a slut, always a slut, I have that name forever! I will never grow out of the brand because people in New York and in Capeside, no matter how far away I move, will always remember me as the girl who got drunk all the time and screwed everyone. I'm the girl who couldn't save her friend because I was drunk. I'm the girl who messes things up, like my relationships. Jack, Dawson broke up with me."
Jack gaped at her. Dawson couldn't have been the one to put all those ideas in her head, was he?
"Jen, did Dawson call you that?"
Jen didn't answer him, but her silence didn't do any good. Her silence was screaming "YES YES YES!!"
"That low life bastard!" he growled.
"Jack, just calm down, ok? He's right! I am what he says I am, I know how he feels about me! But the funny thing is, do you want to know the funny thing, Jack?" she gasped. Jack had never seen Jen so hurt before, but he nodded anyway.
She paused. "I still love him."
And she broke down as Jack embraced her gently.
~
Jack shuddered at his thoughts. Jen was always so sardonic and cynical about love, she was never sappy, ever. She was so hurt; he didn't know how to face Dawson, and not to mention the fact that he had to spend the day with Dawson and Jen together.
"Jen, hon, you have to get up." Jack pleaded with the semi-conscious Jen.
Jen opened her dry tear caked eyes.
"Morning glory," Jack smiled.
Jen smiled and then groaned loudly. She just realized was waking up to a day with Dawson Leery. "Oh, god, please Jack, don't make me!" Jen moaned.
Jack grinned. He ripped the covers off of her and pulled her legs off of the bed, along with the rest of her body.
"JACK!" Jen screamed. "Ok, ok! I'm most definitely up!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dawson, come on! We have to be there like, now!" Pacey called. Dawson was taking his time walking in Gram's large yard. He wanted to dilly dally a little longer; try to think of something useful, or kind to say to Jen when they saw each other.
"Hello Jen, you look nice today..no, I can't say that. Uh, hi Jen, ready for a kick ass party? Kick ass? Am I nuts? Um, Hi Jen, hey, let's talk a bit. Yeah, I'll say that!" Dawson ran to catch up to Pacey as he tried to desperately think of something to talk about with Jen.
~~~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: ok this chapter I didn't go back to the roof top because next chapter is all going to be on the roof top! Ok? r/r!
Jen wobbled more violently as Dawson leveled himself on the roof. There was no going back down, he needed to stay up with her as much as possible, she wasn't going to go down alone.
"Jen, why don't you give me your hand and we both get off of this roof?"
Jen shook her head. "Nope, I like it up here! No one to tell me what to do! They can't get me up here! I'm on top of the world, Dawson." She slurred.
Dawson sighed with frustration. Well, he couldn't force her down. He tried to think of trying to get her down safely. Instead, he thought back to earlier today and how much he hated it.
~~~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dawson! Get up! Get up!"
Ugh, it was seven in the morning, it was a Saturday! Who was telling him to get up?
"Who the hell are you?" Dawson mumbled, his face in his pillow.
"Dawson! Get up now!"
Dawson felt something ice cold wash over him. He flipped over and was greeted by a face full of water.
"What the hell?!" he sputtered.
Pacey stood there smirking, quite proud of himself. Putting the glass that once contained water down, he plopped himself down on Dawson's wet bed.
"Dawson, you are impossible to wake up, you know that?" Pacey complained.
"What are you doing here, Pace?" Dawson asked, wiping his face off with his comforter.
Pacey looked shocked. "Dawson, today is Jen's party, remember? Grams is out. Well, not yet, but she asked us to baby-sit the house for her, remember?"
Dawson groaned. He completely forgot about Gram's house sitting. That meant he would have to see Jen that day, for the entire day.
"This is bad, Pacey, really really bad. I can't face Jen! I was horrible to her last night; I don't what came over me!"
Pacey was confused. "What do you mean, you can't face Jen? What, did you break up with her?" Dawson nodded his head bleakly.
Pacey groaned and said, "Dawson! Why did you have to do it right before the party? Now there is going to be hell between you two! You know Jen! She could seriously conflict damage on you or herself! What did you say?"
Dawson shuddered and thought back: "At least I'm not a perverted drunk slut!"
"Uh, just that she and I weren't made for each other. That's all really." Dawson lied.
Pacey knew that he was lying. "Really man, what did you say to her?"
"I called her a slut."
There was a moment of silence between the two.
Pacey whistled. "Man, that is pretty harsh, there, Leery. There is going to be hell to pay tonight, you watch yourself! At least Jack will be there with us tonight. He'll be able to take care of Jen."
~~~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Jen, Jen, wake up!"
"Go to hell, Dawson! Get out of my life!" Jen called out in amidst her dreams.
Jack sighed with defeat. There was no way he'd win the sleep battle, especially if Jen had cried the whole night away. Jack was furious with Dawson for hurting Jen like he did. Jack remembered Jen's face when she walked through Gram's door..:
* "Jack? Jack!"
Jack spun around in his easy chair. It sounded like Jen, but she didn't sound normal.
"Jen? I'm up in you room!"
Jen crashed through the door and fell upon her bed. "Jack, what's wrong with me?" she sputtered, avoiding his eyes.
Jack was taken aback. What did she mean, what was wrong with her? She was perfect! "Uh, maybe the fact that you think there is something wrong with you, when there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. Jen, what makes you ask this question?"
Jen looked up at Jack; he could see an unusual sparkle in her eyes.
"Jack, am I a perverted drunk slut?" Jen asked, Jack now knew that the sparkle was a tear forming in her eye as she let it trickle down her cheek.
"What? Of course not, Jen!" Jack exclaimed. He gently laid down on the bed next to her. He touched her shoulder with care. "Jen," he whispered, "Why do you think you are? Who made that idea cross your mind?"
"That's not the point, Jack, the point is that I was and now it's coming back to haunt me! Once a slut, always a slut, I have that name forever! I will never grow out of the brand because people in New York and in Capeside, no matter how far away I move, will always remember me as the girl who got drunk all the time and screwed everyone. I'm the girl who couldn't save her friend because I was drunk. I'm the girl who messes things up, like my relationships. Jack, Dawson broke up with me."
Jack gaped at her. Dawson couldn't have been the one to put all those ideas in her head, was he?
"Jen, did Dawson call you that?"
Jen didn't answer him, but her silence didn't do any good. Her silence was screaming "YES YES YES!!"
"That low life bastard!" he growled.
"Jack, just calm down, ok? He's right! I am what he says I am, I know how he feels about me! But the funny thing is, do you want to know the funny thing, Jack?" she gasped. Jack had never seen Jen so hurt before, but he nodded anyway.
She paused. "I still love him."
And she broke down as Jack embraced her gently.
~
Jack shuddered at his thoughts. Jen was always so sardonic and cynical about love, she was never sappy, ever. She was so hurt; he didn't know how to face Dawson, and not to mention the fact that he had to spend the day with Dawson and Jen together.
"Jen, hon, you have to get up." Jack pleaded with the semi-conscious Jen.
Jen opened her dry tear caked eyes.
"Morning glory," Jack smiled.
Jen smiled and then groaned loudly. She just realized was waking up to a day with Dawson Leery. "Oh, god, please Jack, don't make me!" Jen moaned.
Jack grinned. He ripped the covers off of her and pulled her legs off of the bed, along with the rest of her body.
"JACK!" Jen screamed. "Ok, ok! I'm most definitely up!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Dawson, come on! We have to be there like, now!" Pacey called. Dawson was taking his time walking in Gram's large yard. He wanted to dilly dally a little longer; try to think of something useful, or kind to say to Jen when they saw each other.
"Hello Jen, you look nice today..no, I can't say that. Uh, hi Jen, ready for a kick ass party? Kick ass? Am I nuts? Um, Hi Jen, hey, let's talk a bit. Yeah, I'll say that!" Dawson ran to catch up to Pacey as he tried to desperately think of something to talk about with Jen.
~~~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: ok this chapter I didn't go back to the roof top because next chapter is all going to be on the roof top! Ok? r/r!