"Dawson, get down from here, it's dangerous. You wouldn't want to
mess up that pretty boy face of yours now would you? We wouldn't want to
have you fall off here and break your own neck on my expense."
Dawson grimaced and sat on the ledge of the roof where Jen was sitting. He needed to think of something to say.
"Jen, be reasonable, now. I'm safer up here than you are; I'm not the one who's drunk off my ass."
Jen rolled her eyes. "If anyone's the most sober drunk, it's Jennifer Lindley. Every one knows that Leery."
She dangled her feet over the sides. It was so incredibly tempting to her to throw the rest of her body off the roof. She couldn't stand being with Dawson and talking to him like he cared.
"Dawson, really, now go away."
Dawson shook his head. "No."
Jen grew extremely angry at this. Why did Dawson always have to play the self righteous super hero all the time?
"Why do you have to be like this?" she asked, tears in her eyes.
Dawson saw her tears and was confused. "Why do I have to be like what?"
Jen stood up quickly from the ledge. "Why do you have to always come to my rescue? Dawson, you made it perfectly clear that you didn't want anything to do with me! Why do you still watch over me like I'm some toddler who's going to get into trouble every five seconds? You say you don't care for me, so why are you still here?"
"I never said I didn't care for you, Jen!"
"Bullshit. You know what Dawson? I have other friends besides you that can look after me. I have the best guy anyone could ever have, and it's certainly not you."
Dawson felt a pang in his heart. Yes that did hurt a little that she didn't consider him the best guy anymore. Maybe she never considered him the best guy period.
"Who, Jack?" Dawson spat.
"As a matter of fact, yes, Jack is my best friend, Dawson. He is all I need in my life, I don't need anyone else, I don't need you....."
"Whoa. YO! I heard my name, what the hell are you two doing up there?"
Jack was standing twenty feet below them, with a bag of trash in his hands. Good old Jack, could always rely on him to do the dirty work.
"Jack, I need you now!" Jen scrambled to her feet. She got up so fast, she almost lost her balance and she swayed dangerously on the ledge.
"Jesus Jen, I'll be right there, Dawson, you keep her on the roof, you hear me? Don't you dare let her fall!"
Jack sprinted to the drainage pipe and slowly made his way up to the flat of the roof. It seemed awfully high to Jack, and he didn't look down, for it gave him a slight case of vertigo.
"Jen, come here, back where it's flat." Jack motioned to where he was standing.
Jen glided and tripped over to Jack as he caught her in his open arms. She reeked of beer and smoke.
"Jesus, Jennifer." He muttered. "Leery, how long has she been up here?"
Dawson carefully got back on his feet. "About 10 minutes or so... she was walking on the roof like it was a balance beam."
"I was having fun!" Jen slurred stupidly.
Dawson grimaced. He hated seeing Jen so sloshed. It degraded her entirely.
"Well, Jack, you have things under control?" Dawson asked. He really wanted to stay up there and try to help Jen down, but it was obvious that she didn't want him up there.
"Go on, Leery, go down before you bust your precious ass. Don't need to stay up here with poor blubbering Jen. Go on, leave and say that I'm a drunken slut, that's what you're so good at saying!" Jen spat.
Dawson winced; those words hit him at his core. Boy did they sting.
"Be careful," Dawson said to Jack, who nodded. Jack was fuming at Dawson, but what could he say? He could not say much.
Dawson declined from the rooftop to an inspecting Pacey.
"So, what's all that?" Pacey asked, pointing to Jen and Jack.
Dawson sighed. "Pace, just come with me, man." ~*~*~*~*
Ten minutes later ~*~*~*~*~*
"Geez, she said that to you?" Pacey said, whistling.
Dawson nodded solemnly.
Pacey paused, thinking. "Well, it's not like you didn't deserve it though."
Dawson's head shot up. "You think I deserved that? Then what she says is true?"
He looked over to his brown haired friend who was looking other directions, just not at him.
"Witter! I'm talking to you! You think I deserved that!"
Pacey gazed at him. "Yeah, man, I really think you did. I mean, it's nothing personal-"
"No, you know what? You're right, I did deserve that, and I'm an idiot who hurt a perfectly nice girl and I don't deserve to see the light of day!" Dawson yanked his chair back and left.
"Dawson," Pacey called after him.
"What's going on, sweetie?" it was Andie.
Pacey's frown turned into a weak smile. "Oh McPhee, it's nothing big, I just told Dawson the truth."
Andie smirked. "And that's unusual"
Pacey thought silently for a while. "Well, McPhee, you don't know who we're dealing with. We are talking about Dawson Leery, the man who's a walking mystery."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dawson paced Jen's room. He couldn't get the words out of his mind.
~ "Go on, leave and say that I'm a drunken slut, that's what you're so good at saying!"
"Dammit!" he cried out.
He had run into Jen's drawer from not paying attention. Something dropped to the ground. It was Jen's journal.
Dawson felt the edge of the book, his curiosity deepening..
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A/N: ok, well, not the best chapter, had writer's block. I think I am going to make this story have a sad ending, because that is what I do best. Heheh. Review, even if you are going to flame me!
Dawson grimaced and sat on the ledge of the roof where Jen was sitting. He needed to think of something to say.
"Jen, be reasonable, now. I'm safer up here than you are; I'm not the one who's drunk off my ass."
Jen rolled her eyes. "If anyone's the most sober drunk, it's Jennifer Lindley. Every one knows that Leery."
She dangled her feet over the sides. It was so incredibly tempting to her to throw the rest of her body off the roof. She couldn't stand being with Dawson and talking to him like he cared.
"Dawson, really, now go away."
Dawson shook his head. "No."
Jen grew extremely angry at this. Why did Dawson always have to play the self righteous super hero all the time?
"Why do you have to be like this?" she asked, tears in her eyes.
Dawson saw her tears and was confused. "Why do I have to be like what?"
Jen stood up quickly from the ledge. "Why do you have to always come to my rescue? Dawson, you made it perfectly clear that you didn't want anything to do with me! Why do you still watch over me like I'm some toddler who's going to get into trouble every five seconds? You say you don't care for me, so why are you still here?"
"I never said I didn't care for you, Jen!"
"Bullshit. You know what Dawson? I have other friends besides you that can look after me. I have the best guy anyone could ever have, and it's certainly not you."
Dawson felt a pang in his heart. Yes that did hurt a little that she didn't consider him the best guy anymore. Maybe she never considered him the best guy period.
"Who, Jack?" Dawson spat.
"As a matter of fact, yes, Jack is my best friend, Dawson. He is all I need in my life, I don't need anyone else, I don't need you....."
"Whoa. YO! I heard my name, what the hell are you two doing up there?"
Jack was standing twenty feet below them, with a bag of trash in his hands. Good old Jack, could always rely on him to do the dirty work.
"Jack, I need you now!" Jen scrambled to her feet. She got up so fast, she almost lost her balance and she swayed dangerously on the ledge.
"Jesus Jen, I'll be right there, Dawson, you keep her on the roof, you hear me? Don't you dare let her fall!"
Jack sprinted to the drainage pipe and slowly made his way up to the flat of the roof. It seemed awfully high to Jack, and he didn't look down, for it gave him a slight case of vertigo.
"Jen, come here, back where it's flat." Jack motioned to where he was standing.
Jen glided and tripped over to Jack as he caught her in his open arms. She reeked of beer and smoke.
"Jesus, Jennifer." He muttered. "Leery, how long has she been up here?"
Dawson carefully got back on his feet. "About 10 minutes or so... she was walking on the roof like it was a balance beam."
"I was having fun!" Jen slurred stupidly.
Dawson grimaced. He hated seeing Jen so sloshed. It degraded her entirely.
"Well, Jack, you have things under control?" Dawson asked. He really wanted to stay up there and try to help Jen down, but it was obvious that she didn't want him up there.
"Go on, Leery, go down before you bust your precious ass. Don't need to stay up here with poor blubbering Jen. Go on, leave and say that I'm a drunken slut, that's what you're so good at saying!" Jen spat.
Dawson winced; those words hit him at his core. Boy did they sting.
"Be careful," Dawson said to Jack, who nodded. Jack was fuming at Dawson, but what could he say? He could not say much.
Dawson declined from the rooftop to an inspecting Pacey.
"So, what's all that?" Pacey asked, pointing to Jen and Jack.
Dawson sighed. "Pace, just come with me, man." ~*~*~*~*
Ten minutes later ~*~*~*~*~*
"Geez, she said that to you?" Pacey said, whistling.
Dawson nodded solemnly.
Pacey paused, thinking. "Well, it's not like you didn't deserve it though."
Dawson's head shot up. "You think I deserved that? Then what she says is true?"
He looked over to his brown haired friend who was looking other directions, just not at him.
"Witter! I'm talking to you! You think I deserved that!"
Pacey gazed at him. "Yeah, man, I really think you did. I mean, it's nothing personal-"
"No, you know what? You're right, I did deserve that, and I'm an idiot who hurt a perfectly nice girl and I don't deserve to see the light of day!" Dawson yanked his chair back and left.
"Dawson," Pacey called after him.
"What's going on, sweetie?" it was Andie.
Pacey's frown turned into a weak smile. "Oh McPhee, it's nothing big, I just told Dawson the truth."
Andie smirked. "And that's unusual"
Pacey thought silently for a while. "Well, McPhee, you don't know who we're dealing with. We are talking about Dawson Leery, the man who's a walking mystery."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dawson paced Jen's room. He couldn't get the words out of his mind.
~ "Go on, leave and say that I'm a drunken slut, that's what you're so good at saying!"
"Dammit!" he cried out.
He had run into Jen's drawer from not paying attention. Something dropped to the ground. It was Jen's journal.
Dawson felt the edge of the book, his curiosity deepening..
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A/N: ok, well, not the best chapter, had writer's block. I think I am going to make this story have a sad ending, because that is what I do best. Heheh. Review, even if you are going to flame me!