Chapter 11

 

Back to B&B’s front door

 

“What was that?” Jen whispers confused by his move.

 

“I don’t know…it just felt right,” Dawson whispers back.

 

“I can’t believe you, Dawson Leery! Felt right? I suppose it felt right too when you slept with me, and left me with no hello, or should I say, without ever looking back?” Jen pushes him, angrily.

 

“Jen, I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry,” he tries to apologize.

 

“So, don’t say anything. Better, don’t even try to get near me while I’m in Capeside,” she goes inside, slamming the door, leaving a perplex Dawson outside. A very mad Jen goes to the kitchen, trying to find some comfort in chocolate ice cream. She usually wouldn’t do that, but Bessie always said she was family, today she is going to use that privilege, but it seems Joey had the same idea, because she’s sitting with a large bowl of ice-cream.

 

“Hey Jen, what’s up? You seem all worked up,” Joey asks, worried with her friend.

 

“Your soul mate, that’s my problem,” she replies, after grabbing a spoon to eat ice cream with Joey.

 

“We’re on the same page here,” Joey says, taking more ice cream. “Pacey still has issues with said soul mate.”

 

“Pacey is worried because you’re worried with Dawson, that’s pretty obvious.”

 

“Yeah, can you believe that?” Joey sighs. “But what Mr. Hollywood did to get you like this?”

 

“I went to his house, to talk you know? He brought me home and … HE kissed me, Joey”

 

“Jen, he had done that before and all those times you loved it,” Joey replies sarcastically.

 

“Yeah, and look where I am now. Joey the last time he didn’t even bother to go before I was awake.”

 

“Jen, I think you should talk to him. Tell him everything, he deserves to know, you know that.”

 

“I went to his house with this idea, but I couldn’t do it. It’s not the easiest thing I have to do…and I don’t know if I should…he left me with no phone calls or good mornings.”

 

“Jen, do you love him?”

 

“I used to, a long time ago…now, I just don’t know”

 

“You love him,” Joey teases.

 

“Josephine Witter, could you please stop? Yeah, I think I still love him, but it really hurts because he treats me like I’m some kind of replacement girl to you. Like, I can’t have Joey, so I settle for Jen.”

 

“Jennifer, you were his first love, in all senses. And you, better than anyone know how oblivious to real world Dawson can be,” Joey winces and puts her hand over her belly.

 

“Jo, is everything ok?” Jen asks worriedly.

 

“I don’t know, Jen…I think it’s just the babies fighting for space.”

 

“Joey, you should go back to bed before we have a very mad father-to-be here.”

 

“Yeah, I would hate that, Pace ahs been overprotective lately. Good night, Jen.”

 

“Good night, Joey. And thanks.”

 

“Thanks for what?”

 

“For listening,” Jen answers, staring blankly to her ice cream.

 

Doug’s house.

 

“Hey, man, you’re late,” Doug kisses Jack when he finally arrives at his place.

 

“Sorry, but I had this little gathering with my old friends, including your brother and your lovely sister- in- law. It’s really good to go out a little, you know? Hang out in Capeside for a variation.”

 

“Hey, I booked us a room for next weekend at Stonybrook lodge. You know, I figured we could do a little hiking, some mountain biking, and, you know, other various activities. Don't look so excited.”

 

“Doug, did you listen to me? I--I mean, you know, do you think that's what we need right now, another weekend away from Capeside?”

 

“Oh, I'm sorry I made the mistake of planning something nice for us,“ Doug tells him, sarcastically;

 

“No, I appreciate it. I do. You know, it's just, I'd like it a little bit better if we were hanging out here.”

 

“Look, you knew when we started seeing each other that I wasn't ready for all of Capeside to know my business. “

 

“Doug, that was 6 months ago. You know, we do live in a post Will & Grace world. I mean, do you really think people still care who you sleep with?”

 

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

 

“Why do you even care what anybody thinks, anyway? I mean, your family knows. They have no problem with it. Pacey, he couldn't be happier.”

 

“That’s because Pacey gets the last laugh.”

 

“No, it's because Pacey loves you and so do I. Doug, this really sucks that we have to go through this. I mean, how many weekends away are we gonna have to go on before we can be together like a normal couple? It's like we're having some kind of affair, yet neither one of us are even married,” Jack is yelling at him now.

 

“Not all of us were fags at 15, Jack. It's not so easy for some of us. “

 

“I can't even believe you just said that,” Jack heads back to the door.

 

“I’m--I'm sorry. I didn't”

 

“No, you're not. You know what the difference is between you and me, Doug? You were a fag at 15. You just haven't stopped hating yourself for it,” Jack goes out, leaving Doug alone.