So this is my first DC story and I have to apologize it is not written so well. English is not my motherlanguage but I tried it anyway. If someone wants to beta me I will not say no. lol
Pacey has a secret... but one day a guy is showing up who knows it too. Dawson gets involved and soon he and the whole gang finds out there happend a terrible thing two years ago.
Rating: PG 17? Think so...
Enjoy it!
Burried
„Whos that?" Dawson stood at the door to his classroom an watched the new one.
Jen raised a brow and turned around. Her shiny blue eyes seached the school and there she found him. He was not bo be overseen.
1.80, black hair and al little to pale. This it was! Hes been a little, althought it was a very little, to pale. May be because of the black hair or because he only had black clothes.
"Dont know... seems to be a new one," she said when the boy went to the secretary.
"Yeah, our age," this would mean he would possibly come to their class.
"Hey, whats going on? Youre staring into nothing often?" Jack smiled and stared a moment with then into the crowd of pupils.
"No," Jen said. "We only watched the new one."
Jack looked around, searching for the person they were speaking of but saw nobody.
"Hes juns gone. You missed him," Dawson explained and went into the classroom.
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They waited and waited but nobody was introduced to the class. When the bell rang Dawson send a questioning look ton Jen.
She shrugged. This boy was no new pupil.
Joey, who had been late today, came and sat down on Dawsons Table. She looked wonderful and her dark hair flooded down on her shoulders like brown waterfalls. Dawson looked up.
There had been rarely five days since Paceys bithday and he still felt strange around her. Joey and Pacey had cought himself and Gretchen while they hat been kissing. Neither for Dawson neither for Pacey it was ok, they both knew it. Dawson still thought Pacey betrayed him as a friend an now Pacey thought this was a kind of revenge.
Since that day Pacey tried to go out of Dawsons way and had not spoken one word with him. Dawson thought that their findship was not going so well and pitied that a little bit. But what was he meant to do? Give up Gretchen? Tell Pacey he was doing wrong? Dawson knew he could not. He could not excuse for something that was not of Paceys business.
He looked around an saw, Pacey was not in school again. Yeah, that was Pace!
"Whats going on? Theres something wrong?" she asked.
Dawson needed some sekonds to understand her words.
"What? Aah... we waited the whole lesson for a new pupil," he explained.
"But we have been wrong," Jen showed thorugh the room. "Nobody..."
"Ok," was the only thing Joey said to that.
The rest of the time passed more than slow. Dawson was happy, when they were allowed to go. His parents would not be at home this night, a really good opportunity to make some popcorn and to see one or two movies. The sky was clouded and it anyway looked like it would start to rain soon.
And so it was. The last hundret meters from Home Dawson had to run his Jacked over his head because it was raining heavy. The world was grey.
But Dawson saw the dark figure in front of his house. Black and alone it stood there not moving. When Dawson was twenty meters away from it, it turned araund and went away.
"Hey," Dawson said and went after it.
The figure seemed not to hear him or did not want to do so. It nearly fled from him so fast it was walking. Dawson threw his bag to the door, so it would not become so wet and kept on going after the figure.
Only some meters and he reached the mans shoulder.
"Hey, cant you hear?" he said and forced the man around, so he could look at him.
Two dark eyes met his and the black hair was wet water dripping to the pale face. Dawson knew him... it was the boy from school...
A hand took Dawsons and pushed it off his shoulder. Then it went up and Dawson was stunned when he thought a blow would hit him very soon. This boy was doubless stronger than Dawson, the muscles let the T-Shirt span. He sure made some bodybuilding.
But he did not make a fist but showed to his ear. He seemed to flick something on, that stuck in his ear – suddenly dawson was sorry for what he said and he felt the rain cooling the flush on his face.
"Oh, Im so sorry. I did not know you..." the words died on his lips.
One moment there was nothing.
Dawson did not know where to look at.
But in the end the young man gave him a smile and for a short moment Dawson thought he was not his age but some years older. Twenty oder older.
"No problem, Dawson. You are right. I better should not switch it off," he grinned.
Dawson shook his head. He was too surprised to say something in response. He looked like hed just gone bananas or something like this.
"How..." he startet but did not bring the sentence to an end.
The man in front of him looked on his watch and seemed to nervous. His eyes wandered around like he did not know where to start. The water droped off the ring in his brow.
"O-kay... I think it would not be polite to come here and go away without an explanation," he said more to himself than to his opposite.
"I dont understand anything," Dawson made a helpless gesture with his arms.
The boy nodded and went back to Dawsons house to sit on the steps.
"Do you want..." Dawson showed to the door.
Outside it was not realy warm. But the boy shook his head.
"If you dont mind, Id rather talk to you here," he knocked on the stairs, wanted Dawson to sit down.
He did so, altought it seemed strange to him. In some way he knew this boy. Dawson was sure, he had seen someone like him before but he could not remember. This eyes... Where had he seen them before?
"And now? Dont you want to tell me when you are planning to rob our house?" Dawson teased.
The guy next to him laughed a little.
"Yeah, at ten oclock you should have left the house."
Somehow he said it strange and Dawson thought about the words.
"Hey, just kidding!" the stranger protested. "No wonder..."
"No wonder, what?" asked Dawson.
"Oh, nothing," the boy looked into the grey land and Dawson knew that boy knew more about him than only his name...
After a minute of silence Dawson became inpatient.
"You do not want to tell me who you are, what you want and where you know me from?" he asked and tried to stay as calm as possible.
"You did not ask," was the short response. "no, Im sorry. I owe you an answer without the question. I juste dont know where to start. Im Steve and I m looking for an old friend. He told me of you and I asked in school for your address."
Hundrets of new questions came to Dawsons mind. Steve sighted.
"I am here because of Pacey Witter," Steves voice became deeper. "But somehow I could not go straight to him. I first wanted to speak with you."
Great, Dawson thought. Now strangers appeared in front of his house an asked for the last person he wanted to speak of. Pacey, Pacey, Pacey. Was the whole world going crazy because of him?
"Why dont you go to him? Where do you know him front... I never saw you here before, I think."
"I think Pace would kill me if I tell you that. But perhaps..." he stopped and closed his eyes. "Perhaps it would be the better thing to tell you. You are Paceys best friend and if I can not tell you, who else? No... I have to speak to him first."
"You are a strange guy, Steve. Its none of my business..."
Steve looked up. He seemed surprised.
"Hu arent best firends anymore?" his voice was bitter.
Now he sighted and looked realy down.
"I do not know..." Dawson said.
"Then it was more importend to show up in Paceys life again, than I thought," he seid to himself.
Dawson did not know what it meant.
"Why are you here, Steve? Whats wrong with Pacey? Is he in troble?"
"Oh yeah..." Dawson began to worry. "Whats he doing? What are you doing!" the last words were accorded to Dawson who did not know what he had done wrong.
"What I am doing? I have done nothing," he tried to defend himself.
"Indeed. That it is. Im not surprised your friendship is broken. It had to come so..."
"Now listen... Thats his own fault not mine.Sometimes I have the feeling it is not just because of Gretchen or Joey! Sometimes I think he hates me in person!"
Steve looked at him, like he was an alien from mars with some mixture of disbelieve and hate. But he staied calm and this feelings were replaced with understanding.
"Dawson... sometimes problems are burried deeper. Maybe theres something between you and Pace because of Joey and... Gretchen is his siter, isn t she? But if you are thinking he hates you then you dont know him at all. Or do you?" Steves voice lowered and he keept staring into the rain concentrated on hin thoughts. "Perhaps I am the one who does not see deep enouth. Maybe he projects all his self-hatret on you? Hes mad with you..."
"Mad? When is he not mad?" Dawson felt a little helpless and hatet Steve to have so many monologes he did not undertand.
Steve again shook his head and this made Dawson mad. Steve new something Dawson didnt and it seemed to be the very important piece of the puzzle that would give his words a sense.
"Yeah – when isnt he mad..." Steve turned and wanted to go.
"Hey, wait," Dawsond said. "Where have you get to know to Pacey?"
Steve walked on.
"On a trip, two years ago."
Then he was gone. Dawson thought one moment to run after him. Or should he go to Pacey? No... but there was an other thing he could do.
He went inside and took the phone.
"Gretchen?"
Gretchen Witter went to the phone. Of course it rang just in the moment she wanted to leave for work.
"Gretchen Witter," she said.
The voice lightened her heart and a smile was forming on her wonderful lips.
"Hi Dawson? Whats up? You know I have to go to work. If I am late..."
"Oh, then tell me."
Then there was silence.
"Dawson, I have no time."
"I know," Dawson said on the phone. "Do you... know someone called Steve?"
"Steve? Steve who?"
"Well... dont know. I only know hes called Steve. He did not mention his full name."
"And where should I know him from?"
"He said he was a friend of Paceys. But he was very strange..." Dawsons voice lowered.
"How do you mean that? Is Pacey in trouble?" Gretchen now became uneasy.
Dawson could say she was worried for her little brother.
"Dont know. That guy really was... I thought I should give you a call. He perhaps give you a visit too. Left before five minutes. I just thought you should know."
There was a short silence again.
"Pacey is not here."
"What? But where is he? He was not at school today."
"Ok Daw, dont loose the nerves. And dont tell Doug or Dad about it. Id like to speak first with Pacey. When they find out he was not at school there will only be another bothering discussion."
"I understand. No, I will not tell anyone. Youre going to work?"
Gretchen looked out of the window. It rained heavy. She hated it.
"Yes, I have to."
Dawson laughed at this tone of her voice. He could tell she was not very happy with that.
"Where is Pacey?" Dawson asked.
"Hm... at Joeys? He did not tell me."
She looked again outside. She hated it. She could hear how Dawson sighted into the phone.
"I will come over to you after work," she said.
"And I will give Joey a call. Steve knew where I am living, perhaps he will go to see her too."
"Make it so. And give me a call if there are news, ok? I love you."
"I love you too."
Pacey was not at Joeys. He was nowhere! Something was wrong. There was more about Steve than only an old friendship. Two years... Dawson thought about it. What happened two years ago? It seemed to be an eternity. Well... very much. Tamara Jacobs... Dawson tried not to think about her and he tried to think of other things.
It s been the summer when Jen came to Capeside. One week after Pacey returned...
This it was! Dawson felt his heart go faster!
Where had Pacey been? A camp! Didnt he say so? Dawson shook his head when he imagined Pacey in a hollidaycamp. It was ridiculous. Yes it was! But why didnt he see that then?
Oh... Jen. Joey. Teenlife.
Why a camp? Did Steve get to know him there? But Steve was not the kind of boy Dawson could place there too.
Dawson had to decide what to do. He could let it go, Pacey was able to handle his life himself. But everything was so strange an Dawson could not deny he was interested in this. But is was none of his business.
He switched the TV on. But he could not even think of what he was looking.
He thought back to the discussion with Steve. Something did not fit well. He had seid so many things... Dawson must had missed something.
He made his decition and took his Jacked. Maybe Pacey really was in trouble? Who knew what Steve wanted from him?