Sphinx005: Yes, Julie definately deserved to get dumped, there'll be more talk about that in this chapter.

Spikeyhairgood: You know that I actually love Lorelai/Christopher, but yes, it did get frustrating after a while.

Doggiesrule147: Yes, Joey did indeed pick the right guy. (I mean, Hello? Like there was even a contest!) Also, I JUST got you PM yesterday and you are so welcome to use my crossover concepts! Especially Connie and Pacey.

Ali: Of course she needs to make a decison, she just sucks at that. Thanks for your review.

AngelEllie: Thank you for not being mad at me! Yes, it botheres me too, that people just totally neglect Connie's relationships with the other Ducks. I usually don't beleive in breaking up Connie and Guy either, but sometimes it must be done.

Footychick: Yes, Julie sucks right now.

Chapter 8: What Happened?

"Up!" Abby pulled a blanket off of Scot, the next morning.

"Shit, Abby," he said, rolling over. "I'm sleeping."

"What the hell did you do to my baby sister Vanderbilt?" She said. "Why the fuck did I have to sit up all night in my car trying to get her to stop crying? She still won't tell me what happened. So you better start talking."

"I didn't do anything to her," he stood up. He shook his head. "I had to try really hard not to though."

"What?" Abby said.

"Look, it was cool being all reconnected with you Gaffney," he said, "But I can safely say that our friendship is over as of, well, whatever point last night you convinced my girlfriend that she should sleep with her ex boyfriend."

"That's what this is about?" Abby said. "Scot you can't actually believe that I would encourage my younger sister to sleep with any one. I don't even like that she's sleeping with you and you've been her boyfriend for six months."

"Abby," he stopped her, "I know Julie didn't come up with this one on her own OK? I'm just surprised, because you know, I thought I at least had you on my side."

"I didn't say she should sleep with him!" Abby said, "I just said she should hear him out. Did she sleep with him? Did you like catch them or something?"

"She didn't sleep with him," He sighed.

"So, what's the problem?" Abby said.

"She went there to," Scot said. "And that's the problem. I'm done, I thought I could do this but I can't."

"But she came back?" She said.

"Yes," he nodded, "she always comes back. He looks at her wrong, he looks at another girl wrong, he says something, it's always the same, the tears, and the 'I'm so sorry, you must think I'm horrible.' You know, I think once she saw him hugging Connie, didn't realize it was Connie, and she just freaked, right there, in front of me."

"He loves her Scot," Abby said. "And she's young and confused, and doesn't know how she feels."

"I love her!" He shouted. "I took her away on boat for a month. I have been patient, and understanding for six freaking months! I've put up with her moods and watching her watch him, and her friends playing bizarre pranks on us to try to make her break up with me. And it sucked, it really sucked. But I dealt with it, because I love her, and I knew that even if she didn't feel the same way, she at least wanted to be with me. But this, this is the last straw. She left me last night to go have sex with Dean Portman. And then came crying back here when he wouldn't have her."

"Oh," Abby said quietly. "But she came back Scot. She told you. That has to count for something."

"Too little too late," he said. "I've got to go Abby. Good luck."

"You're not even going to say good bye?" Abby said.

"Nope," he shook his head.

"You and Portman should hang out," Abby said, "You've got more in common than you think." She turned around and walked away.

Connie woke up the next morning with Pacey's arms wrapped around her. They had fallen asleep on the couch, watching TV. Well, after about two hours of making out they had turned the TV on, and then made out some more. She definitely enjoyed the arrangement.

"Good morning," he said, stirring and kissing her again.

"Good morning," she smiled. They kissed for a few minutes. This was perfect, except, "Pacey," she said. "I have to leave in three days."

"Oh," he said. He hadn't thought about that. "Well, we could,"

"No," she said, "not the long distance thing," she shook her head. "God this sucks."

"I agree, it does suck." He said, "But in three days, that's a lot of time for this," he kissed her again. "And this," he kissed her neck, she giggled. "And, well I think you get the picture." She smiled as he put his arms around her and started kissing her passionately. She let go for a while but then pulled away.

"Pacey," she said. "I really like you."

"I really like you too," he said. "I have a confession."

"Hm," she smiled, "Do you?"

"So, you know how we said we used to watch you guys play on TV last summer?" He blushed. "I uh, well, see, I love my cousin, like not in a creepy weird alternative lifestyle in West Virginia way, more in a he's this really cool guy who knows me really well way,"

"Is there a point here Pacey?" Connie said, although she had a feeling she knew what he was getting at.

"Point, right, I do have a point," he closed his eyes and breathed out, "My point is this. I had a crush on you. A hugely massive, movie star style crush on you, and yesterday morning when you got out of that car, it was like, every dream I've had for the past year actually came true."

"OK," she said, "How am I supposed to not kiss you after you say that?"

"Well, you're supposed to kiss me," he laughed, "That was kind of the point." She smiled and kissed him again. "Maybe I can come to Minnesota for Christmas or something." Connie nodded.

"That works." She said, "For now."

"What are you looking at it?" Julie turned around at her locker, her jersey and pads at her feet, she was wearing shorts and a sports bra. She could feel her face flushing.

"Your ass," Portman smiled. "I never realized how uh, nice it was."

"Nice," she said, trying to hide her bashfulness as he looked her over. "We've been hooking up for like a month, and you're just noticing my ass now?"

"This is the first good look I got at it," he smirked.

"And it will probably be the last," she said, as he moved closer to her. "What are you doing?"

"I'm very frustrated right now, babe," he said, "I've got a lot of pent up aggression from that bullshit throw out. I need to find a healthy outlet for it."

"Oh really?" She said, giggling uncomfortably, as he kissed her hungrily. Her body tightened up as he pushed her against the cold metal locker, she hoisted her self up and wrapped her legs around him. She lost track of what she was touching, what he was touching. She just felt entirely blissful, completely outside of herself. He started kissing her neck and then found a spot behind her ears. "Oh God Dean, not there it tickles!"

"Where does it tickle?" He whispered, "Here?" He took his tongue and flicked it out behind her ear again. She giggled and pulled away again.

Julie's eyes burst open when she realized where she was. She sat up in the backseat of Abby's car. How long had she slept? She looked at her cell phone, two hours. Not nearly enough. He was probably gone by now. She sighed, so, this was where she was, alone, in the back seat of her sisters car. She heard a tap at the window she looked out, and opened the door.

"Hi Fulton," she said, "Come on in."

"So," he said, "Um, you OK?"

"No," she sighed, "Does he hate me, Fulton?"

"No," he said, "He's hurt, and well, he's just sort of sitting moping. But I don't think he hates you. Did you really think that would work Julie?"

"I don't know." She said, "I just, I started thinking, and all I could think about was him, and us. I wanted to be with him, to kiss him again, and well, you know."

"This isn't like you," Fulton shook his head.

"I know!" She said. "Oh god I know."

"Look," he said, "Just don't hurt him again Julie. It's not fair. He's not going to be able to take it again."

"I don't want to hurt him." She said, "I never wanted to hurt him."

"Whether you wanted to or not you did," He said. "If you were any other girl, do you know how much we'd hate you?" She closed her eyes, and dropped her head back against the seat. "Do the words rampaging bitch hold any meaning for you Julie?"

"Yeah," she said. "I know, OK? I know that I screwed this up. I don't expect to be forgiven, by him, by you guys, definitely not by Scot."

"Scot?" Fulton said, "What does he have to do with it?"

"I love him Fulton," she said quietly, "I do. I know you all thought it was this passing thing, but none of you understood, that I love him. He's incredible, and he cares about me, and loves me, and wants to take care of me. It doesn't matter now though, because it's over. So, congratulations, tell Charlie that your little plan worked. We're not together anymore." She started to cry. "I just, I can't believe I was so stupid. Why did I think I could have them both? What the hell is wrong with me?" Fulton just stared at her, realizing how ill-equipped he was to deal with a Julie breakdown.

"Come on," He said, grabbing her hand, and pulling her out of the car. "Let's go for a walk."

"Abby," Charlie said running into her, literally as she headed back to her car. "Where's Julie?"

"Hi," she said, "Julie's sleeping in my backseat. And a certain ass hole, refused to talk to her."

"She threw herself at Portman before even considering breaking up with her boyfriend," Charlie said, "I'd hardly call him an ass hole."

"Oh I didn't mean Portman, he has every right to want to talk to her," she rolled her eyes. "I mean my old friend."

"Scooter?" Charlie said.

"Yes," Abby said, "He's being a dick, and just leaving. God what is it with guys? Especially the ones she picks, why the love her and leave her thing?"

"So, he's going." Charlie said. "He knows about last night?"

"Yes, because my idiot sister assumed that being honest with her boyfriend was the right thing to do." Abby scoffed. "Look, I have to go. I'm taking her home. She needs to be away from you people for a while."

"Away from us?" Charlie said, "We're not the ones who changed her Abby. That would be him."

"Maybe Julie should decide for herself," Julie piped in, walking up behind them. "I want to go home Abby, but first I promised Dawson I'd shoot this scene."

"Julie, listen," Charlie said.

"I'm sick of listening, Charlie," she said, "You did it OK? Scot and I aren't together anymore. But Portman doesn't want me either, so you screwed up somewhere. I'm going to be home for the rest of the summer, so I'll see you in September."

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