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Don't Go Breaking My Heart
DAWSONS POV
"Oh, how does it feel to have a dream come true?" Jack asked me as I placed another picture in to be developed. The dark room hid my amused smirk.
"Why? Do I look like I'm trapped in an elevator with Kate Hudson?" I asked and Jack laughed.
"Dawson, come on. Last night at the holiday party, you kissed Gretchen Witter. I mean, you remember her, right? It's the girl you once described to me as your first crush."
"She photographs very nicely, doesn't she?" I said deflecting and looking at a photo of Gretchen as I clipped it to the line.
"Ok. As much as I appreciate your attempt to feign coolness, you can't tell me this means nothing to you"
"Oh, no, not nothing, but, uh, you know, virtually nothing. I mean, was she once the unapproachable, bikini-clad object of my preadolescent affection?"
"Yeah. Is she now? No. She's a friend. I would like to keep her one," I continued which was partially true. Going for it wouldn't be all bad, but it also wasn't exactly necessary. What did I know though. As long as it wasn't Scarlet it was fine. That's all I wanted at this point.
Jack gave a sigh and came to my side.
"And Scarlett? Have you talked to her?" he asked concerned. I internally sighed at his ability to read my mind.
"Not since the party."
"And why is that?"
"Uh, maybe because we have lives."
"No Dawson. It's because she walked in as you had a heated lip lock with Gretchen. Aren't you a little concern about your women problems right now?"
"Scarlett and I-"
"-are just friends! Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard it all before. But Dawson…." he trailed off and looked at me directly.
"You can't say she doesn't care about this situation. What if she's hurt or angry? You do care right?"
"Of course I care Jack. But as of now me and Scarlett are friends. We have never had a conversation involving romantic talk and if it's up to me, we are never going to. We are good as is and if hypothetically she was hurt or bothered by Gretchen well...she'll mourn and move on to a much more worthy companion."
"And what about your feelings? Are you saying that you have absolutely no romantic feelings for Scarlett?"
I was silent for a second.
"Jack, I can't. All that is shouldn't just act on petty things like raging hormones," I said and Jack crossed his arms.
"You know that's not what I mean Dawson. I mean, yes, Scarlett is attractive. I'm gay and I know that she's attractive," he laughed.
"But I'm talking about real, genuine feelings," he completed, but my mind was already made up.
"Jack, stop. Me and Scarlett are never going to happen," I said going back to developing my "photos.
"Hey, can you take this with you to Jen's house, give it to Grams?" I asked him giving an envelope.
"How do you know I'm going over there?"
"Please?" I asked sweetly and he took it.
"Yeah, ok. We're driving up to Provincetown. We're going to something called a gay-straight team coalition."
"It sounds vaguely political."
"Yeah. Well, that's what I'm afraid of. Other than that, it should be interesting. I know."
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SCARLETT"S POV
I stood there for a second trying to clench my heart and get it under control. I had come over to see Dawson and not be so petty. Him and Gretchen kissed and I needed to get over it. He really just wasn't that into me.
"And what about your feelings? Are you saying that you have absolutely no romantic feelings for Scarlett?" Jack's voice could be heard as I stood on the other side of the dark room. I stopped my advances.
There was nothing said for a moment.
"Jack, I can't. All that is shouldn't just act on petty things like raging hormones," Dawson replied. My heart sunk.
"You know that's not what I mean Dawson. I mean, yes, Scarlett i attractive. I'm gay and I know that she's attractive. I'm talking about real, genuine feelings," Jack followed up and I held my breath.
"Jack, stop. Me and Scarlett are never going to happen-"
That was it. I couldn't listen anymore. I turned around and walked back out of the house. I took a breath trying not to cry again. I had cried enough.
"Hey, Scarlett," Gretchen greeted coming up the stairs. I sunk even deeper into the ground if possible.
"Hey," I replied back.
"I didn't see you at the Christmas party. Did you have fun?" she asked with a smile and I tried not to look so sad because that's what I was. I'm sure Gretchen was very nice, but right now that was irrelevant.
"I had work to do so I left early."
We were silent for a moment. Painfully silent.
"Scarlett, look, I feel like we should talk," she started.
"Do we? About what?" I asked putting my walls up and my poker face on.
"About Dawson."
Just then the door opened and out Jack and Dawson walked.
"Hey...you're both here...together," Jack started and Dawson gave him a warning look.
"I was just leaving," I said walked down the stairs.
"Scarlett, wait," Dawson said walking to catch up with her.
"Did you come by for a reason?" he asked and I stared at him. His hair brushed in his eyes a usual, my breath caught. No matter how hard I tried to not be affected by him, it still happened. But when it came down to it I was the only one. It was just me and he was elsewhere looking at Gretchen.
"I came to drop off something for your mom. I'll see you later," I finally said turning around and leaving as subtly and as quickly as I could.
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DAWSON'S POV
I sat on my bed in thought. Gretchen and I just had the "You're my ex best friend's sister who's older than me and so that mistletoe kiss didn't mean anything" talk. Completely normal. I thought it went fine. She said all the things I thought she would. That she thought I was young and still not over Joey, yadda yadda. I still wasn't even sure how I felt about it and so I'm glad we were able to talk about it and clear the air. Scarlett on the other hand. That wasn't clear at all. My mind kept flashing back to the look in her eyes before she turned to leave….so guarded and blocked off. I didn't like it. I also didn't know what to do about it.
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