Thank you everyone for all the support. I am going to try and do this
justice and so if I take some time, I'm really. Sorry. But keep reading
please!
============================================
And the reason is you...
If you had been looking through the window of the tiny apartment, you would have thought you were spying on a normal family. Amy spent the evening cuddled up to Dawson, afraid that he would disappear if she closed her eyes. Dawson, for his part, was loving seeing Amy. Seeing Joey was also doing wonders for him. He hadn't told her, but LA had made him so lonely. He had really cut himself off from all the people he loved, only to make his life easier to live. He had stopped going out with his friends and stopped talking to his family. He had almost become a hermit. He looked at Joey sitting across the table, trying to use her chopsticks like a sophisticated New York woman. It wasn't working, he could still she the small town creek girl shinning through who didn't have a clue about international cuisine. He pushed a fork across the table.
'This might be easier,' he smiled, eating his own meal with a knife and fork.
She hated when he was right. She scowled under her breath and snatched the fork from the table.
'I can usually eat very well with chopsticks I'll let you know Mr Movie Mogel, I'm just having an off day.' She tried to look serious but it failed when she saw the patronising look on Dawson's face. It was one of many laughter filled conversations they had that night. When Dawson put Amy to sleep in her cot, Joey had poured two glasses of red wine and they spent the night curled up on the sofa, talking about the world.
'So, being here isn't going to be difficult for you is it? I would hate to impose,' Dawson said, noting the size of the tiny apartment.
'Well, let's say it's pay back for all the time I spent in your room. It's about the same size isn't it?' she half joked, thinking that her bedroom was about the same size as the childhood bedroom they grew up in.
'Well, I wouldn't want to get in the way. Let me at least cook or something.'
'You cook?' Joey said astonished. I high school Dawson couldn't even make toast.
'There are a lot of things you don't know about me Joey Potter. I've seen places; I've eaten exotic things....'
'..Yeah, hopefully slightly more delicately than earlier.' Joey butted in, pointing to the food stain down his shirt from the Chinese.
Dawson couldn't help but giggle at himself and at the situation. Here he was, famous film and television directing, sitting in a tiny New York apartment with hi soul mate. And he had spilled his meal down his shirt.
'Well, I can't be expected to be perfect all the time. '
'You were when we were kids. You always looked liked you had a professional dressing following you around school, tucking your shirt in, combing your hair. Between you and...' Joey stopped dead. She hadn't really talked about Pacey with anyone since he had left.
Dawson knew that they were going to have to speak about him at one point. He had known that Pacey had skipped town the minute he walked into Capeside. He just didn't want to look like he had bounded over to New York to save Joey.
'It's okay. We can talk about it, only if you want?' he was unsure of her emotions.
'Do you ever want to get in someone's head and find out what they were thinking?' Joey mused, swilling her wine about in the blue chunky glasses she had bought out.
'All the time. Spent years trying to figure you out didn't I?'
'I just want to know what is it about me that makes me so forgettable.' Joey said sadly, in a small voice.
'What?' This statement had completely thrown Dawson.
'When you became involved with Eve, you completely forgot all those things you loved about me and the same happened with Jen. And Pacey...' her voice cracked when she spoke his name '...he couldn't bare to even touch me towards the end. It was like I am writing on a blackboard, easily removable,' Joey had a tear trickling down her cheek.
Dawson knew that nothing he could say would make up for all the selfish things he had ever done to Joey and it certainly wouldn't undo any of Pacey's mistakes. He wanted to say that he knew how she felt, that when she had left him he felt expendable and even when Jen had died he couldn't believe she had left him. But he didn't, knowing that that was not what she needed to hear. He took the wine from Joey's hand and placed it on the table and hugged her tightly, her tears vibrating through his body. She cried like she had not cried in a million years. It wasn't even about Pacey or Dawson. It was about the changes in her life that she really couldn't go back and try again. Jen would never come back and see how beautiful Amy had become. Dawson knew what Joey was thinking as her body shuddered with her tears as her tried to sooth her. But she kept on crying.
Dawson held her tightly, hoping that at least his presence would help. He pulled her head away from his chest to look at her. Her eyes were blood shot and her face was puffy from crying. She was still as beautiful as he remembered.
'You are going to be fine Joey. We are both going to be fine,' Dawson hoped he was right.
Joey wiped the tears from her face and felt completely overwhelmed by everything in the room. She just wanted to feel safe, to feel loved. She looked deep into Dawson eyes and saw the emotion reflected back. They were both lost and needed to find something to cling onto. Joey moved in slowly and kissed him on the lips. They were a soft as when they were teenagers. Dawson paused for a brief second but felt the need to be close as much as she did. He cupped her face and kissed her hungrily, as if he had never kissed her before. Joey replied just as hungrily and as they slowly pulled each other deeper into the passionate embrace.
Before they both knew what was happening, Dawson was pulling at Joey's shirt, just wanting to feel her soft skin against his. Joey's head swam with a hundred visions of their life together, there first kiss, their first date and the first time they had made love. None of them felt as right as this moment did. She broke away and looked deep into Dawson's eyes, hoping that he felt how right this moment was. Dawson slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not breaking the intense eye contact between them. He pulled Joey back towards his naked skin and felt the electricity bolt shoot between them. They both knew that it was right, at least for this moment. The night was lost in a thick and vivid cloud of memories and emotions, leaving both of them emotionally and physically satisfied as they slowly drifted off to sleep on the sofa, wrapped up in each others arms.
============================================
And the reason is you...
If you had been looking through the window of the tiny apartment, you would have thought you were spying on a normal family. Amy spent the evening cuddled up to Dawson, afraid that he would disappear if she closed her eyes. Dawson, for his part, was loving seeing Amy. Seeing Joey was also doing wonders for him. He hadn't told her, but LA had made him so lonely. He had really cut himself off from all the people he loved, only to make his life easier to live. He had stopped going out with his friends and stopped talking to his family. He had almost become a hermit. He looked at Joey sitting across the table, trying to use her chopsticks like a sophisticated New York woman. It wasn't working, he could still she the small town creek girl shinning through who didn't have a clue about international cuisine. He pushed a fork across the table.
'This might be easier,' he smiled, eating his own meal with a knife and fork.
She hated when he was right. She scowled under her breath and snatched the fork from the table.
'I can usually eat very well with chopsticks I'll let you know Mr Movie Mogel, I'm just having an off day.' She tried to look serious but it failed when she saw the patronising look on Dawson's face. It was one of many laughter filled conversations they had that night. When Dawson put Amy to sleep in her cot, Joey had poured two glasses of red wine and they spent the night curled up on the sofa, talking about the world.
'So, being here isn't going to be difficult for you is it? I would hate to impose,' Dawson said, noting the size of the tiny apartment.
'Well, let's say it's pay back for all the time I spent in your room. It's about the same size isn't it?' she half joked, thinking that her bedroom was about the same size as the childhood bedroom they grew up in.
'Well, I wouldn't want to get in the way. Let me at least cook or something.'
'You cook?' Joey said astonished. I high school Dawson couldn't even make toast.
'There are a lot of things you don't know about me Joey Potter. I've seen places; I've eaten exotic things....'
'..Yeah, hopefully slightly more delicately than earlier.' Joey butted in, pointing to the food stain down his shirt from the Chinese.
Dawson couldn't help but giggle at himself and at the situation. Here he was, famous film and television directing, sitting in a tiny New York apartment with hi soul mate. And he had spilled his meal down his shirt.
'Well, I can't be expected to be perfect all the time. '
'You were when we were kids. You always looked liked you had a professional dressing following you around school, tucking your shirt in, combing your hair. Between you and...' Joey stopped dead. She hadn't really talked about Pacey with anyone since he had left.
Dawson knew that they were going to have to speak about him at one point. He had known that Pacey had skipped town the minute he walked into Capeside. He just didn't want to look like he had bounded over to New York to save Joey.
'It's okay. We can talk about it, only if you want?' he was unsure of her emotions.
'Do you ever want to get in someone's head and find out what they were thinking?' Joey mused, swilling her wine about in the blue chunky glasses she had bought out.
'All the time. Spent years trying to figure you out didn't I?'
'I just want to know what is it about me that makes me so forgettable.' Joey said sadly, in a small voice.
'What?' This statement had completely thrown Dawson.
'When you became involved with Eve, you completely forgot all those things you loved about me and the same happened with Jen. And Pacey...' her voice cracked when she spoke his name '...he couldn't bare to even touch me towards the end. It was like I am writing on a blackboard, easily removable,' Joey had a tear trickling down her cheek.
Dawson knew that nothing he could say would make up for all the selfish things he had ever done to Joey and it certainly wouldn't undo any of Pacey's mistakes. He wanted to say that he knew how she felt, that when she had left him he felt expendable and even when Jen had died he couldn't believe she had left him. But he didn't, knowing that that was not what she needed to hear. He took the wine from Joey's hand and placed it on the table and hugged her tightly, her tears vibrating through his body. She cried like she had not cried in a million years. It wasn't even about Pacey or Dawson. It was about the changes in her life that she really couldn't go back and try again. Jen would never come back and see how beautiful Amy had become. Dawson knew what Joey was thinking as her body shuddered with her tears as her tried to sooth her. But she kept on crying.
Dawson held her tightly, hoping that at least his presence would help. He pulled her head away from his chest to look at her. Her eyes were blood shot and her face was puffy from crying. She was still as beautiful as he remembered.
'You are going to be fine Joey. We are both going to be fine,' Dawson hoped he was right.
Joey wiped the tears from her face and felt completely overwhelmed by everything in the room. She just wanted to feel safe, to feel loved. She looked deep into Dawson eyes and saw the emotion reflected back. They were both lost and needed to find something to cling onto. Joey moved in slowly and kissed him on the lips. They were a soft as when they were teenagers. Dawson paused for a brief second but felt the need to be close as much as she did. He cupped her face and kissed her hungrily, as if he had never kissed her before. Joey replied just as hungrily and as they slowly pulled each other deeper into the passionate embrace.
Before they both knew what was happening, Dawson was pulling at Joey's shirt, just wanting to feel her soft skin against his. Joey's head swam with a hundred visions of their life together, there first kiss, their first date and the first time they had made love. None of them felt as right as this moment did. She broke away and looked deep into Dawson's eyes, hoping that he felt how right this moment was. Dawson slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not breaking the intense eye contact between them. He pulled Joey back towards his naked skin and felt the electricity bolt shoot between them. They both knew that it was right, at least for this moment. The night was lost in a thick and vivid cloud of memories and emotions, leaving both of them emotionally and physically satisfied as they slowly drifted off to sleep on the sofa, wrapped up in each others arms.