Only the Lonely


By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Andie and Jack have BOTH moved to Providence. Joey got back together with Dawson after realizing the error of her ways. Andie dumps Pacey for a new boyfriend.
Author's Note: Thought's are beetween * *s.



***

"Dawson! Oh, Dawson!" Pacey shouted up to Dawson's window. "Are you in there?" He paced back and forth behind the house impatiently.

Finally, a head bearing tousled blonde hair emerged from the slightly opened window.

"Pacey? Is that you?" Dawson asked. Pacey giggled in response.

"No! It's the Lady Killer!!" Pacey remarked. Dawson heard two different voices giggling and laughing behind his house. One laugh sounded like Jen's, but Dawson couldn't be sure.

"What is wrong with you, Pacey? Do you realize that it's two-thirty in the morning?" Dawson asked, sounding extremely irritated.

He heard more snickering sounds. "Well, I'll be darned. Is it really that late?" Dawson heard Pacey whisper to whomever was with him. "Do you realize that it's two-thirty in the morning, guys?" he said, mocking Dawson.

"Stay there, Pace. I'm coming down," Dawson said as he started to slip on his shoes. He climbed silently down the ladder, praying that Pacey's voice hadn't already woken up his parents.

When his feet touched the ground he could see three shadowy figures. The tallest was obviously Pacey, the shortest was almost certainly Jen, but the third, average one was more difficult to figure out.

"Pacey, who else is with you?" Dawson asked nervously. He ran his hands through his blonde hair while waiting for Pacey to reply.

"Oh, them? That's Jen, and that's Chris. You remember Chris, right?" Pacey asked him. "He's cool. I love him." Dawson tried to motion to them to be quiet, but apparently they both found Pacey hysterical and laughed very loudly.

It suddenly occurred to Dawson that Pacey's voice sounded different. Thicker. As if he was drunk. Dawson was puzzled because he knew Pacey didn't like alcohol.

"Have you guys been drinking?" This question earned more laughter.

"What tipped you off?" Jen asked. "Was it the fact that we are all considerably happier, or that we are all of a sudden much cooler than you be." Pacey laughed.

"You said, 'than you be.'" Chris took awhile to understand Jen's mistake, but eventually he laughed harder than Pacey.

"Would you guys mind? My parents are asleep. And since when do you drink, Pacey?" Dawson demanded.

Pacey threw his hands up in the air. "Relax, Dawson. I know what I'm doing." He started to laugh again. "Doing. That's a funny word. Doing. Doing. Doing."

"Shut up!" Dawson hissed. "What the hell has come over you? Have they brainwashed you or something?"

"No! It's just that I was lonely and they were there. Unlike somebody we all know." He looked pointedly at Dawson.

Dawson pointed to himself. "Me?! You're drinking because I was busy? You couldn't wait half an hour for Joey to leave? You had to go out and get drunk instead?!" He was fuming now, amazed that Pacey would try to blame him for his problems.

Pacey frowned. "You didn't want me to wait a half an hour! You wanted me to get out of your face for a long, long time! I wanted to...I needed to talk to you! Some friend you are!" With that he tried to turn on his heels away from Dawson, but lost his balance and hit the ground.

Jen and Chris were practically peeing in their pants laughing at Pacey. He looked up at them and laughed, too. Chris reached his hand down to Pacey and helped him up. Then, the three of them began to walk away towards the dock.

Dawson stood watching them in disbelief. He heard Jen and Chris say their goodbyes to Pacey and saw them walk away, probably back to Chris's house. Then, Dawson watched Pacey sit down on the dock. He never saw a person move or sit more sadly than Pacey did then.

He started to walk over to Pacey intending to find out what he had actually come over earlier to discuss. As he got closer he saw Pacey change positions, so that he was standing, bracing his hands against his thighs. Dawson was momentarily puzzled until Pacey began vomiting into the water. He rushed over to make sure Pacey didn't fall in.

After Pacey finished throwing up, he laid on his back, staring up at the sky, breathing heavily. He coughed a few times before he sounded as if he was okay.

"You okay, man?" Dawson asked quietly.

"Yeah," Pacey replied. "I think so." He sighed and closed his eyes. Dawson watched his body begin to relax and feared that Pacey was going to fall asleep right there on the dock.

Dawson thought for a moment. "You've been a real jerk tonight, Pacey. I think you'll survive out here." He turned away and walked towards his house.

***

Pacey woke in an uncomfortable position. He was wet and cold as well. His eyes fluttered open and he realized that he had fallen asleep on Dawson's dock.

"Huh? How did I get here?" he asked no one in particular. He shook his head and got up. "Oh, man," he moaned. His back, head, and stomach all ached at once.

He rubbed his neck and suddenly the night before came flooding back to him. Andie. Dawson and Joey. Jen. Chris. Drunk. But he couldn't remember actually lying down on the dock.

Shrugging his shoulders, Pacey began the trek home.

***

That night Pacey recieved a phone call from Chris.

"Hey, Pacey, my man. How are you?"

"Hung over, thank you. And yourself."

"I'm great. Listen, I'm hosting a soiree this evening and I was hoping you would attend."

"No, thank you. I think I've had enough. Clearly you and I have different ideas of fun and entertainment."

"You enjoyed yourself last night. And I liked having your company, Witter. that's why I want you to come. It'll be great. Girls. Booze. Loud music. Need I say more?"

Pacey was silent for a moment. He had had a lot of fun the night before. At least from what he could remember. It beat staying home feeling sorry for himself anyway.

"Okay. I'll come. What time?"

"I guess about eight. Call Jen for me, will you?"

"Sure. See you at eight."

"Until then." Chris hung up the phone and so did Pacey.

***

"Great party, huh?" Chris shouted to Pacey. Pacey cupped his ear. "I said, great party, huh?!" Pacey smiled and nodded.

Weaving his way towards Jen with two beers in hand, Pacey said hello to a few new friends. Jen smiled gratefully when she saw Pacey. She took the beer from him and drank it quickly.

"Somebody's thirsty," Pacey commented. Jen laughed.

"You're so smart, Pacey." He laughed and sipped his drink.

"So when do we get to have the good stuff?" Jen smirked.

"When everybody else leaves at one. That's when Chris said the three of us could have what you call the good stuff."

"What time is it now?" Pacey asked eagerly. Jen glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's twelve-forty-five. Almost time. Why don't we help Chris usher everyone out?" Pacey smiled knowingly and winked at her.

Jen cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted as loud as she could. "His parents are back! Everyone out! Move it or lose it, people!" The crowd of kids gasped and began to leave the house. A perplexed Chris walked into his empty living room.

"Where did everybody go?" Pacey and Jen laughed.

"Maybe they got bored," Pacey offered. "Or they heard about another party that was going on."

Jen shrugged when under Chris's gaze. "No problem, Chris. Now we can break out the real liquor." Chris nodded.

"Good plan." He opened a large cabinet behind the bar and pulled out a few bottles. He set them up in front of Pacey and Jen along with a few glasses.

"Help yourself."

***

After walking aimlessly for hours, Pacey finally ended up on his own front steps. He reached into his pockets for his keys and pulled them out. Shakily, he turned the door and stepped inside.

Pacey padded through the living room, trying not to make a sound. He froze when he heard his father's distinctive cough coming from the direction of the couch.

"Welcome home, Pacey. Glad you could make it," his father said sarcastically. Pacey heard him sniff the air. "And I see you've discovered the comfort of alcohol."

"I'm sorry I'm late. I was at a party and I lost track of the..."

"Sure you did." He clicked on the light. Pacey shielded his eyes, blinking rapidly.

"What has gotten into you, Pacey? I thought you had turned your life around. That you were tired of being a rebel. Why did you do this?" Pacey hung his head.

"I don't know, sir. I'm sorry." Mr. Witter snorted.

"I bet you are." Pacey felt tears of regret forming in his eyes. His stomach began to churn as well and vomit was threatening at the back of his throat.

"Dad, could you hold that thought, I..."

"No! I won't allow you to think of excuses, Pacey. What you've done is terrible. And let me assure you, you will be punished."

"Okay, just please let me..."

"I've got a lot to say to you..." Pacey could no longer hold back and was only able to run a few steps towards the kitchen before he began to throw up. He got as much as he could into the sink, but knew that the living room carpet hadn't been very lucky.

Soon, he felt his father's hand on his back. He spit into the sink and felt his knees go weak. Mr. Witter caught him before he could fall to the ground. He helped Pacey to the couch and removed his shoes before covering him up with a worn blanket.

Stealing one last look at Pacey before walking up the stairs he whispered softly, "I was so proud of you Pacey. What happened?"

END OF PART TWO.

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