Hunter
By Leia
Everyday, I find myself growing more and more attached to that man. So gentle, yet so strong. So beautiful. Pacey Witter, the best friend that I’ve had no matter what. It had seemed as if... I don’t know. As if the years had not put any space
between us... but maybe I was wrong.
Why
didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t he tell
me about this girlfriend of his? I
suppose that’s what she is... his girlfriend.
I mean, of course he’d have a girlfriend. He’s Pacey... smart, beautiful, and lovable. But why didn’t he tell me?
As I
toss and turn and Sandra’s couch, I wonder why it even matters whether or not
he told me. I mean, maybe they were
estranged. I try to recall their
conversation. I remember Cici saying
something about not giving up.
Something about Pacey not being ready for a commitment. And of course, Cici falling into Pacey’s
charms.
I
roll over again.
And
he kissed her. To tell you the truth, I
had never really paid attention to Pacey kissing. He had dated Andie in high school, and that was the only serious
relationship I had ever seen him in.
Throughout high school and college, it was two-week stints and random
flings and one-night stands. I rarely
met the girl he was dating. When I
watched them kiss, I saw the tenderness there.
Tender, yet passionate. Its been
so long since I’ve kissed someone. Even
longer since I’ve kissed someone besides Dawson.
I
mentally slap myself when I think about kissing Pacey.
Being physically attracted to Pacey is a definite no-no. Pacey is a lot of things... sweet, caring,
and a great friend. But he’s also
brash, impulsive, and hot-headed. Not
to mention, commitment-wary.
Like
I’m one to talk about being commitment-wary.
I was ready to be out of my marriage before I had even realized it. And as I watched Pacey and his girlfriend
kiss, I realize what, in all this time I’ve spent with Dawson, I’ve been
missing. Passion. Soft, inviting lips. Intense stares. Intense anything.
My
pulse quickens at the very thought of it.
I kick off my covers slightly.
I
feel like a high school girl. Getting
all hot and bothered over some guy. And
what’s worse, he’s not “some guy”. He’s
my best friend, my roommate... my savior.
Who happens to have a blond bombshell of a girlfriend.
I’m
like a high school girl who’s hormones need to be kept in check. Terrible thoughts are forever crossing my
mind when Pacey walks around the house in his boxers. I’m an awful person, and I know it, but I’m not blind!
I
know how crude and adolescent this sounds... but God, I need to get laid.
Part 6
Disclaimer:
I do not own Dawson’s Creek or its characters. Sandra, Steve, Kate, Ruth, Sara, and Cici are all based on
real-life people. I don’t own “Bent” by
Matchbox Twenty, but I would like to own Rob Thomas ;) Anyways, “Bent” can be found on Matchbox
Twenty’s “Mad Season” album.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Sharone and Cici for all your support on my real-life
issues.
Dedication:
I dedicate this part to Jann, my hoochie.
Author’s Note: I never slept with my ex-boyfriend... uh, just so you know. You’ll see what I’m talking about later
on. And the Steve and Kate characters
will be further involved in the story in later parts.
If I fall
along the way
Pick me up
and dust me off
And if I
get too tired to make it
Be my
breath so I can walk
If I need some other love
Give me
more than I can stand
And when
my smile gets old and faded
Wait
around, I’ll smile again
Shouldn’t
be so complicated
Just hold
me and then
Just hold
me again
Can you
help me, I’m bent
I’m so
scared that I’ll never
Get put
back together
You’re
breaking me in
And this
is how we will end
With you
and me bent
If I
couldn’t sleep, could you sleep?
Could you
pain me better off?
Could you
sympathize with my needs?
I know you
think I need a lot
I started
out clean but I’m jaded
Just
phoning it in
Just
breaking the skin
Can you
help me, I’m bent
I’m so
scared that I’ll never
Get put
back together
You’re
breaking me in
And this
is how we will end
With you
and me bent
Start
bending me
Its never
enough
I feel all
your pieces
Start
bending me
Keep
bending me until I’m completely broken in
Shouldn’t
be so complicated
Just touch
me and then
Just touch
me again
Can you
help me, I’m bent
I’m so
scared that I’ll never
Get put
back together
You’re
breaking me in
And this
is how we will end
With you
and me bent
~*~Bent by
Matchbox Twenty~*~
The
shrill sound of the phone ringing awoke Sandra from her slumber with a
startle. She rubbed her head as she
fumbled with the cordless from her bedside.
“Hello?” she mumbled.
“Hung over, again, Sandy?” a taunting male’s voice asked on the other
line.
“Only a little,” she replied as she pulled herself out of bed and into
the living room.
“Where were you last night?”
“Out.”
“Out
with...?”
“Ruth and Joey... who do you think you are, my mother?”
“Joey? Who’s Joey? Your newest boy toy?”
“No,
Joey as in Josephine... you know... Sara’s friend from college?”
“Oh,
yeah. Well, I was trying to call to see
if you wanted to go out with Kate and I.”
“As
much as I enjoy being the proverbial third wheel, I think I’ll pass.”
Sandra went to sit down on the couch, only to find that Joey was sitting
there watching TV.
“Uh... hey, Sandra...” Joey said sheepishly.
“Listen, I gotta go, Steve. I’ll
talk to you later.”
“But
Sandra-”
She
hung up the phone.
“Hey, how’d you get in?” Sandra asked.
“Oh,
Ruth let me in before she left last night.”
“Oh, okay,” Sandra said casually as she went
to the kitchen to find the aspirin where she kept her usual stash.
“There was a slightly awkward situation back at Pacey’s, so I opted to crash
here... I hope that’s okay with you.”
“Hmmm? Oh, yeah. You know you’re welcome anytime. You’re like family, Jo.”
Joey
smiled.
“So,
do you always party like that?” Joey teased.
“Only when I want to forget about something,” Sandra mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Oh,
not that hard, usually.”
“Yeah, I used to party like that when I was in college. Luckily, I didn’t do anything too stupid.”
“I
wish I could say the same,” Sandra said with a laugh.
“What kind of stupid things have you done?” Joey asked.
“Well...” Sandra sat back down on the couch with her aspirin and glass
of water. “One time, I got so drunk...
that I slept with my ex-boyfriend. It totally
gave him the wrong idea, and needless to say, it really screwed me over with my
boyfriend at the time.”
“Ouch,” Joey said with a cringe.
“That’s definitely an understatement.
But you make mistakes, and you try to avoid doing them again, ya know?”
“Yeah... yeah, I know.”
If I fall
along the way
Pick me up
and dust me off
And if I
get too tired to make it
Be my
breath so I can walk
*~*~*~*~*
Pacey sat in the living room. He
glanced at his watch. Seven AM. Joey hadn’t come home. He was worried sick about her. He looked towards the bedroom. Cici was still sleeping, he hoped. He didn’t want to deal with her right now.
Suddenly, the door opened.
“Joey,” he began.
If I need
some other love
Give me
more than I can stand
And when
my smile gets old and faded
Wait
around, I’ll smile again
“Hey, Pace...” she said uncomfortably.
“Listen, Jo, I need to explain...”
“Pacey, don’t worry about it,” she said, flashing him an uneasy
smile. “You don’t have to explain
anything... but I need to get ready. I
have to go to work in an hour.”
She
walked right past him and into her bedroom.
He sighed. He hope that this
didn’t estrange them even further than they had been before.
Can you
help me, I’m bent
I’m so
scared that I’ll never
Get put
back together
You’re
breaking me in
And this
is how we will end
With you
and me bent
*~*~*~*~*
Joey
met Jen for their lunch date at a nice little cafe a block from Joey’s
office. Jen sensed Joey’s obvious
rigidness as Joey sat in her nervous and jumpy state.
“Okay, what happened?” Jen bluntly asked.
“Excuse me?” Joey said as she took a sip of her coffee.
“Obviously something happened.”
“I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Josephine Potter, I can see right through you. You’re not living with Mr. Oblivion
anymore. Not everyone is so dense that
they can’t see through your transparent attempts at cover up.”
Joey
sighed as she put her cup to the side.
“Well, I met Cici.”
Jen
cringed.
“Something in your tone tells me that it didn’t go over well.”
“Well... I mean, she didn’t look happy, but I don’t think any blood was
spilled... at least while I was there.”
“What do you mean by ‘while I was there’?”
“Well, I kind of... bolted.”
“Oh,
that’s not suspicious at all, Josephine,” Jen said, rolling her eyes.
“I
know, I know... but I panicked. I mean,
nobody even told me that Pacey had a girlfriend!”
Jen
raised an eyebrow.
“Should it matter?”
“Well... yes. I mean, I would
want to know. What if she came in and I
was traipsing around in my bathrobe?
Wouldn’t that look bad? And...”
Joey began to trail off. “And... I just
can’t believe he didn’t tell me.”
If I
couldn’t sleep, could you sleep?
Could you
pain me better off?
Could you
sympathize with my needs?
I know you
think I need a lot
*~*~*~*~*
“Jo-” Pacey began as Joey walked in the doorway.
“Pacey, listen, I’m not going to cause any problems between you and your
girlfriend. I’m just going to get my
stuff and I’ll be out of here in twenty minutes.”
I started
out clean but I’m jaded
Just
phoning it in
Just
breaking the skin
Can you
help me, I’m bent
I’m so
scared that I’ll never
Get put
back together
You’re
breaking me in
And this
is how we will end
With you
and me bent
“Joey-”
“Listen, Pacey, I don’t want to cause any trouble between you and
Cici. I’ll just move in with
Sandra. She’s still looking for a
roommate.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said with a bit of shock.
“Joey, you’re not going to cause any problems between Cici and I. And you’re not going to live in some college
student’s apartment, okay? Its an extra
five miles to your office.”
“Pace-”
“And
you’re alone in the city,” he cut her off.
“Yeah, you know Sandra, but you know me much better.”
“Pacey-”
“And
you need to stay with someone your own age.”
“Pace-”
“And
I’d miss you, Jo.”
She
paused slightly.
“You
would?”
“Yeah. I thought about you a lot
since...”
“I
thought about you, too.”
“I
just wish things could be-”
“Un-tense, not strained...?”
He
smiled.
“Exactly.”
Joey
looked around for a second, thinking.
She took in a deep breath and held out her arms. The tears in her eyes were evident to Pacey
as his own grew noticeable.
“Here’s a start,” she whispered shakily.
He
walked over to her and enveloped her in his arms and they held on to each
other. He felt her begin to shake with
sobs. He rubbed the small of her back
gently as he rocked her slowly. He knew
it was so hard for her to ask for help, even when she was desperate for
it. He also knew that he couldn’t force
himself, but he knew that he couldn’t wait around for her to ask. There had to be some sort of balance, and he
knew how to create that for her. And
she would need it. She would most
definitely need it.
Start
bending me
Its never
enough
I feel all
your pieces
Start
bending me
Keep
bending me until I’m completely broken in
Shouldn’t
be so complicated
Just touch
me and then
Just touch
me again
Can you
help me, I’m bent
I’m so
scared that I’ll never
Get put
back together
You’re
breaking me in
And this
is how we will end
With you
and me bent