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Somewhere only we know...
Joey felt the heat of the sunlight stroke her face, gently waking her up. She kept her eyes shut, hoping that whatever might have happened last night wasn't some dream. They had both collapsed on the floor after their passionate lovemaking session, both totally satisfied and exhausted. She had pulled the soft blanket from her couch over the pair of them as they had drifted off to sleep. No, it couldn't have been a dream. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the space next to her was empty. Then her headache started. She sat up and looked around the apartment. His clothes had gone and the wine glasses had been cleared up. Joey carefully wrapped the blanket around her and walked to her kitchen, hoping to find him hunched over a cup of coffee. She swung the door open but it was empty. Then, she saw the note stuck to her fridge in Dawson's familiar writing.
I've taken Amy to the park; she woke up and was a little upset. I will be back soon. Love Dawson
Sure enough, Amy's crib was empty and Dawson's bags had been moved to the guest room. Joey exhaled for the first time that morning. He hadn't run away screaming, which was good. Then it suddenly hit her. The inevitable heartache and drama that would go along with any kind of relationship the two of them would form. And what about Pacey? He had only been gone five minutes and she was back in the arms of her childhood sweetheart.
He mind was crammed with thoughts as she climbed into the shower, hoping the cold water would wash away any doubts or fears she may have had.
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Dawson pushed the pushchair around the park, also trying to clear his mind. If he were honest, Amy wasn't upset when she woke up. He was. He had woken up and saw Joey beautifully sleeping next to him. She was almost angelic. He had gotten up to make breakfast for the three of them, maybe explore New York some. But then he saw the wine glasses. Did they just fall into bed together because they were drunk and lonely or was it something more, something that had been simmering for years? When Amy had woken he quickly dressed her and left the house, hoping that sometime with her and away from the apartment would answer that question for him.
He stopped by a park bench and sat down, breathing in the city. He felt so close to Jen here, more than in Capeside for some reason. He could almost kid himself that she was still living in the city and he would just bump into her randomly in an art gallery or coffee shop. He looked over at Amy and realised that this was never going to happen. He closed his eyes and thought back to last night. It had felt real, for the first time in years. Sure, he had relationships while he was in LA, but none of them were particularly close and he had always ended it. He knew that he wanted Joey, had always wanted her. That had gotten in the way of everything else. But he had to know she wanted him, not that she was crying out for some sort of comfort. Amy had started to stir in her pushchair and he knew he had to go back, to answer those questions.
As he pulled out of the park Amy woke and giggled wildly at the circus act playing in a corner of the park. They joined the group of people watching, mostly families. He looked around the crowd of different people, all laughing. He saw Amy light up as one of the clown's headed towards her and she started to wildly clap her arms. She was just too adorable some times. The clown knelled in front of her and pulled some huge glasses out of his fake doctor's bag and, after an approving nod from Dawson, placed them on Amy's face. Dawson then realised, looking at the smile on Amy's cherub like face that he shouldn't be taking to events of the last night so seriously. It was almost as if Jen was sending him a sign.
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Joey had now cleaned the entire apartment and packed Amy's things, ready for the trip back to Capeside later that evening. Jack was going to collect her and visit grams while he was here. She was desperately trying to do anything to take her mind of the conversation her and Dawson would have when he returned. Her shower had done one thing, to rid her of her hangover. However, this had increased the volume of the voices inside her head. She knew what was going to be said. She just didn't know if she wanted to hear it.
The door clicked and she heard and cheery Amy talking from her chair. Joey was determined to enjoy the last few hours of her time with Amy, with or without the angst that loomed over her. She rushed to the door and found Amy, with a large pair of comedy sunglasses sitting in her chair. Joey couldn't help but giggle.
'Where did you get those? They are hardly this year's fashion?'
'From her favourite, and most unfashionable, uncle' Joey looked up and saw Dawson wearing the same pair.
'How long have you too been wearing those?' Joey leaned forwards and pulled Amy out of her chair.
'Only two blocks, here we bought you some too,' Dawson pulled out a hug yellow pair from Amy's change bag. Joey hesitated, wondering what had gotten into Dawson for him to buy something so ludicrous. But, seeing Amy's smiling face changed her mind and she placed the huge frames on her dainty face.
'Great, now I look like moron!' Joey exclaimed, catching their reflections in her hall mirror. Dawson moved behind her and put his arms across her chest.
'No, we all look like morons. We can be moronic together,' Dawson smiled, looking at the two people he loved most in the world.
'Okay Coco, lunch is on the table,' Joey said turning around and taking the glasses off his face. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard.
Somewhere only we know...
Joey felt the heat of the sunlight stroke her face, gently waking her up. She kept her eyes shut, hoping that whatever might have happened last night wasn't some dream. They had both collapsed on the floor after their passionate lovemaking session, both totally satisfied and exhausted. She had pulled the soft blanket from her couch over the pair of them as they had drifted off to sleep. No, it couldn't have been a dream. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the space next to her was empty. Then her headache started. She sat up and looked around the apartment. His clothes had gone and the wine glasses had been cleared up. Joey carefully wrapped the blanket around her and walked to her kitchen, hoping to find him hunched over a cup of coffee. She swung the door open but it was empty. Then, she saw the note stuck to her fridge in Dawson's familiar writing.
I've taken Amy to the park; she woke up and was a little upset. I will be back soon. Love Dawson
Sure enough, Amy's crib was empty and Dawson's bags had been moved to the guest room. Joey exhaled for the first time that morning. He hadn't run away screaming, which was good. Then it suddenly hit her. The inevitable heartache and drama that would go along with any kind of relationship the two of them would form. And what about Pacey? He had only been gone five minutes and she was back in the arms of her childhood sweetheart.
He mind was crammed with thoughts as she climbed into the shower, hoping the cold water would wash away any doubts or fears she may have had.
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Dawson pushed the pushchair around the park, also trying to clear his mind. If he were honest, Amy wasn't upset when she woke up. He was. He had woken up and saw Joey beautifully sleeping next to him. She was almost angelic. He had gotten up to make breakfast for the three of them, maybe explore New York some. But then he saw the wine glasses. Did they just fall into bed together because they were drunk and lonely or was it something more, something that had been simmering for years? When Amy had woken he quickly dressed her and left the house, hoping that sometime with her and away from the apartment would answer that question for him.
He stopped by a park bench and sat down, breathing in the city. He felt so close to Jen here, more than in Capeside for some reason. He could almost kid himself that she was still living in the city and he would just bump into her randomly in an art gallery or coffee shop. He looked over at Amy and realised that this was never going to happen. He closed his eyes and thought back to last night. It had felt real, for the first time in years. Sure, he had relationships while he was in LA, but none of them were particularly close and he had always ended it. He knew that he wanted Joey, had always wanted her. That had gotten in the way of everything else. But he had to know she wanted him, not that she was crying out for some sort of comfort. Amy had started to stir in her pushchair and he knew he had to go back, to answer those questions.
As he pulled out of the park Amy woke and giggled wildly at the circus act playing in a corner of the park. They joined the group of people watching, mostly families. He looked around the crowd of different people, all laughing. He saw Amy light up as one of the clown's headed towards her and she started to wildly clap her arms. She was just too adorable some times. The clown knelled in front of her and pulled some huge glasses out of his fake doctor's bag and, after an approving nod from Dawson, placed them on Amy's face. Dawson then realised, looking at the smile on Amy's cherub like face that he shouldn't be taking to events of the last night so seriously. It was almost as if Jen was sending him a sign.
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Joey had now cleaned the entire apartment and packed Amy's things, ready for the trip back to Capeside later that evening. Jack was going to collect her and visit grams while he was here. She was desperately trying to do anything to take her mind of the conversation her and Dawson would have when he returned. Her shower had done one thing, to rid her of her hangover. However, this had increased the volume of the voices inside her head. She knew what was going to be said. She just didn't know if she wanted to hear it.
The door clicked and she heard and cheery Amy talking from her chair. Joey was determined to enjoy the last few hours of her time with Amy, with or without the angst that loomed over her. She rushed to the door and found Amy, with a large pair of comedy sunglasses sitting in her chair. Joey couldn't help but giggle.
'Where did you get those? They are hardly this year's fashion?'
'From her favourite, and most unfashionable, uncle' Joey looked up and saw Dawson wearing the same pair.
'How long have you too been wearing those?' Joey leaned forwards and pulled Amy out of her chair.
'Only two blocks, here we bought you some too,' Dawson pulled out a hug yellow pair from Amy's change bag. Joey hesitated, wondering what had gotten into Dawson for him to buy something so ludicrous. But, seeing Amy's smiling face changed her mind and she placed the huge frames on her dainty face.
'Great, now I look like moron!' Joey exclaimed, catching their reflections in her hall mirror. Dawson moved behind her and put his arms across her chest.
'No, we all look like morons. We can be moronic together,' Dawson smiled, looking at the two people he loved most in the world.
'Okay Coco, lunch is on the table,' Joey said turning around and taking the glasses off his face. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard.