. Author’s Note: I always wanted a soap opera style fic, where the relationships change constantly. Anyway it’s sort of based on some life experiences from when I was in high school and had my own Dawson, Pacey, Jack and Jen, in fact some of the PJ banter comes from some banter I shared with a friend of mine. It takes place in multiple points of views so between every break I’ll label the narrator. Summary: The beginning of junior year, this picks up after season 2. Some plots and season 3 story lines from the actual show will be used but only briefly and altered. Example: Andie still cheated on Pacey and Dawson is still being seduced by Eve.. Warning: Contains sexual content. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

Joey

There’s this heavy angry silence as we zoom down the road at speeds that are actually becoming life threatening. “I know why I’m upset why are you?” I finally ask eyeing his harsh profile. 

“Funny I know exactly why I’m upset so why don’t you share?” He counters his voice just as bitter as mine. 

“Andie?” 

“Dawson?” 

The car zooms faster and at first I don’t care until he makes a sharp turn and my stomach jumps past my chest and flies out of my mouth… figuratively of course. 

“Slow down,” I say softly placing my hand over his trembling ones, clutching the wheel so tightly that his knuckles are white. 

He eases his breathing become softer as he pulls the truck over on the dark empty highway. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask again sternly as we climb out of the truck. 

“You know how I was worried about Andie, how I thought something was going on… well there was, she was sleeping with some other guy,” I flinch, that is horrible. “And as far as I know she’s still involved in this little affair.” 

“There’s no way of knowing, I’m sure it was—.” I try to offer but he cuts me off. 

“I talked to him on the phone the other night; he wished her a happy birthday.” 

“Ouch.” 

“I just don’t understand why she would do this, why she wouldn’t tell me, it made it so much worse the fact that she lied about it repeatedly that she hid it from me for three weeks! That all this time I wasn’t able to make her happy, to give her what she needed.” 

I don’t have an answer for him and I don’t think he’s expecting one. His reasons for being pissed are far greater then mine but I think it may make him feel better to hear of my own misery. “Dawson was fucking a girl backstage during the pep rally.” 

His expression softens and it makes me feel better to know that he cares about me, “Did you walk in on them?” 

“Not exactly,” I sigh, “the whole school did actually,” it sounds sort of amusing actually. 

“I’m so sorry Jo; I know how hopeful you were about getting back together with him.” 

“I’m sorry too, I know how much you love her,” he nods a few times and we’re taken over with silence again as we lean against the bed of my truck. There's this weird tension that's growing between us, one that's been appearing ever since we started hanging out over the summer and it seems even stronger now that we're alone. “Is there something so unfuckable about me?” I finally ask breaking the silence. “I mean is there something so wrong with me that he has to pretend to care about me but get his loving on the side?” 

“I find that a mystery for myself too,” he chuckles as we stare out at the empty winding road only lit by the moons reflection on the road paint and signs. 

After a long pause I sigh, “Would you ever fuck me?” 

He smirks, “Given the opportunity yes, yes I would.” 

That’s all we need because suddenly we’re kissing roughly with some underlying passion that we never knew we had. His lips clash against mine, parting my lips with ease as his tongue scoops in to taste ever crevice of my mouth. My hands tangle through his hair pulling his mouth closer and harder against mine. I hear this growl that I barely recognize escape his lips but then I realize that it came from me. 

His teeth chew onto my bottom lips and we’re like animals going at it on the side of the road, but we’re lonely and we’re angry and we need that feeling of being wanted. He bites down heavily and I can taste the metallic bitter taste of blood escaping my inner lip but I don’t care because I don’t want the feeling of him away from me so I pull him closer digging my tongue deeper into his mouth. 

I know we won't go all the way, this isn't what this is about, we'll go until I feel wanted and he feels worthy. We'll stop when Andie and Dawson are completely drowned from our minds and it doesn't hurt anymore. I keep on telling myself this, but once I've started I don't want to stop, all my instincts are telling me that this is what I'm supposed to be doing. To be digging my nails into his neck feeling the skin scrape beneath them, to feel his hot lips nibble fiercely against the sensitive flesh on my throat. 

His fingers run down my sides squeezing on every curve they come in contact with and I moan at every one because he makes me feel beautiful and special. There's a struggle with the button on my shorts because we refuse to rip our lips away from one another and when the metallic rip fills the muggy air both my denim shorts and panties are down my ankles in a quick swipe. 

He sweeps me off my feet hoisting me onto the bed of the truck and I gasp when my hot skin comes in contact with the cool metal. His mouth continues devouring mine until he trails down the column of my neck and over my tank top where he takes my breast between his lips through the clothed layers. I don't realize how hard my nipples are until his tongue easily flicks over it attempting to grasp it between his teeth through my tank top and bra. 

His hands run briskly over my smooth thighs until they work up to the apex and before I have anytime to react he thrusts two fingers within me. I gasp, his forefingers slid through my slick folds occasionally circling my clit and all I can do is hook my ankles around his waist willing him closer. I thrust my hips wildly against his hand following any natural urges because right now I have no clue what I’m doing… and I think deep down he knows that too. 

His mouth kneads my other breast and I tangle my fingers through his short hairs urging him on because he’s amazing and I don’t understand how Andie could ever possibly put this feeling he gives me in jeopardy. When he rips his lips away my body aches for them missing the sensation that they leave, but they’re not gone for long because he drops to his knees retracting his fingers from my throbbing core and drags his lips softly along my inner thighs. 

There are so many incredible sensations running up my spine, throughout my entire body as his hot breath dances across my milky flesh. He continues to trail up my thighs, blowing his hot breath against my opening and I can’t help but moan. And just when I think that there’s nothing else he can do his tongue scoops inside me sliding along my slick passage stroking every inch. His name tumbles off my tongue and my body tightens still slightly stunned. 

My body’s on fire and my mind soaring as he retracts his tongue swirling it around my swollen nub quivering for his touch. All I can do is throw my head back moaning his name, gasping for breath, trying to restrain myself from going over the edge. But I can’t hold it anymore, his tongue thrusts in me one more time and I’m gone my orgasm washing over him with one final scream. 

We both struggle for air before I hop of the truck pulling my shorts and panties back over my hips. The roads still quiet and it doesn’t even cross my mind that somebody, anybody could have driven by and seen us. We’re silent, no appropriate words really available for this moment as we climb back into the front seat. 

~*~

Pacey

Wow, I certainly didn’t expect that one, I mean I’ve thought about it once upon a time but I never in a million years thought it would happen. Maybe when we were out of college, running into each other after years apart at a random street corner and one of us would invite the other for a drink to catch up. We would talk about the old times and our dysfunctional relationships until odd hours of the morning laughing and joking like we'd never been apart. Then I would walk her home and right when I’m about to head down the front steps she would grab my hand and tell me that it’s too late to be wondering through the streets alone and that I should stay. I would take that cue to kiss her and we’d stumble back into her place kissing wildly and fucking till dawn. Like I said, I’ve thought about it. 

But now sitting with her alone in the cabin of her truck I’m still in shock. I can’t quite think of the right words to say in an attempt to break the silence, for some reason ‘I would suggest eating out, but I’m sort of full’ or ‘and I thought this was a sweet ride’ isn’t very appropriate. “So how do you think you did on that math test?” I settle horrible at the ‘I just tongue fucked my best friend after being cheated on by my girlfriend’ etiquette. 

“Um fine, I think,” she replies tucking her hair behind her ears, shit I’ve made her nervous. She bites down on her lower lip and flinches, fuck I hurt her, I drew blood from her lip and now she can't engage in her second favorite past time, behind the hair tucking. 

“Good,” I nod dragging my tongue over my lips but stopping when her dewy taste hits my taste buds… god she tastes good. I wipe my hand over my face and she looks at me awkwardly and fuck I just did the wrong thing again. Topic change… ‘Have I told you that you smell great?’… Wow this truck is small and my god even though we did—well that thing outside it reeks of sex in here making it extremely hard to concentrate. 

“Shouldn’t we get going?” She asks timidly and I realize that we’re still sitting on the side of the road with my hands firmly attached to the steering wheel. 

“Probably,” I nod again, and I can’t stop nodding, have I mentioned I’m in shock because if you can’t get passed the rambling I’m sure you would notice how shocked I truly am. 

“I guess now that Jack’s on the football team we should probably go to homecoming,” she suggests, and may I mention that she’s much better at this then I am? 

“Probably,” I nod, fuck it why can’t I stop nodding? And does repeating the same word come off harsh and the silence, that’s probably not good either, let’s see conversations… ‘What’s up?’ God even that’s dirty, I think glancing down at my lap which let me tell you hurts like a bastard right now that’s how hard I am. ‘I’d love to come’… damn you sexual innuendos and euphuisms at every turn! 

I feel like we should talk about what just happened but if we do that almost guarantees it will never be happening again, and since I really didn’t have a problem with it I’ll wait for her to bring it up. “So do you want me to pick you up?” 

“Um, sure,” she shrugs, thank god she’s nervous too, I thought it was just me. 

We roll up to her house and both jump out of the truck. I walk her to her door and lean into kiss her but no that’s not going to help, hugs are still too much contact, and a hand shake is too formal so I just sort of wave softly at her and she forces a half smile. “Goodnight then,” I nod one more time just because it seems to be my running theme. 

“Goodnight Pacey,” she replies. 

~*~

Andie

I'm starting to get worried because I left the second he stalked out the door and now I've been waiting on his porch for nearly an hour. We need to talk to get through this because it can't be over. 

I love him so much and I'm going to stop lying to him and hurting him because I need him. I glance back down at my watch and then at the walkway and his figure finally appears. "Hey," I say meekly and he looks rather startled to see me. 

"What are you doing here?" He groans the bitter tone in his voice like ice picks through my heart. 

"I went down to our spot for a while but you never showed up," I trail off because I'm not sure if he's listening, but I'm going to keep on talking anyway. "So I figured I could catch you here." 

"We have nothing left to talk about," he continues casually fishing his keys from his pocket as he squints to find the lock. 

"No we do, I've said I was sorry already Pacey, what do you want me to do?" I plea with him. 

"I want you to go," he replies coldly finally looking up at me. 

"No you don't mean that Pacey." 

He shakes his head chuckling menacingly, "Don't do this, don't try to turn this on me Andie, you slept with another guy!" 

"It meant nothing, I knew it was wrong," I cry throwing my hands in the air. 

"Then why'd you do it, huh? If you knew it was wrong why'd you do it?" 

I drop my head into my hands beginning to sob, "I don't know, okay? I don't know why, all I know is that I can't do this without you, that I chose you Pacey." 

"This isn't your choice Andie, and even if it were you made it a long time ago. Because your only choice was between our love or yourself and you chose yourself over us." 

"No it's not—." 

"Andie, I hope that one day you and I can be at least friends, but I can never love you like I used to, knowing everyday in the back of my mind that I wasn't it. That after you found me you kept on looking." He sighs and I can tell that's he beginning to cry as well, "But right now I can't even look at you.” 

He slides through the now open door and then slams it in my face. I never knew Pacey to be this way with me, but now I realize I should have never taken him for granted. 

~*~

Jen

“Alright Jacky boy, are you ready for your big debut,” I smile sliding his helmet over my head. 

“Certainly, so ready that I’m about ready to tackle you with the football gear,” he jokes rocking in a ready position. 

I pull off his helmet shaking my head, “No, no bad you’re supposed to be able to tell the difference between your team and the opponents. Don’t make me start calling you a dumb jock.” 

“Probably will, what with my manly grunts and all,” he flexes his arms and I can’t help but giggle. 

“You just keep on telling yourself that.” 

After helping him into his pads and jersey and a quick friendly slap in the ass, we’re off to the homecoming game which I hadn’t planned on going to until last week when he informed me of his new status as wide receiver. But I’m a good little proud mother, festooned in a blue and yellow shirt and cute little pigtails with matching ribbon, oh yes, and ‘McPhee Rawks My World’ written on my back. 

“Hey there,” I say cheerfully settling into a seat next to Pacey and Joey in the stands. 

“Is this what it took to unleash the Jennifer Lindley Pep Bomb,” Joey snarks leaning over Pacey to tug on my pigtail. 

“Well my baby boy is growing up so fast,” I smirk batting her hand away and when I look at her I notice that her bottom lip is swollen and slightly bruised. “What happened to you?” I ask gesturing towards my own lip. 

“Um,” she has to draw her fingers to it in order to remember its presence and looks off her mind suddenly somewhere else. “You know me; I’m a klutz, tripped over my own two feet.” By the way, she’s lying. 

“Shall we start placing bets on the funeral that will be today’s festivities,” Pacey asks quickly reclining into his seat nervously. 

“Ye have little faith, Jack says that the team is good this year,” I shake my head disapprovingly with a playful smile across my face. 

“Twenty bucks on a twenty-one point defeat,” Joey blurts up burying through her pocket. 

“Fifty that they won’t even score,” Pacey adds digging through his own pockets. 

“You guys!” I shriek incredulously. “Seventy five that they don’t even make it within ten yards of their end zone.” 

“I knew you’d turn to the dark side, Lindley,” Pacey says proudly patting me on the back. 

“But still, when this gets back to Jack I had nothing to do with it and your little evil cynic ways,” I add just to save my ass, just in case. 

“Ah, this is nice,” he sighs resting his feet on the chair in front of him and swinging an arm around both Joey and I, “hanging out with my two favorite ladies.” 

“Quit blowing smoke up my ass, Witter,” I warn and he just grins in return, typical Pacey fashion. 

“Where’s the love?” He pouts and I surrender pecking him on the cheek, he’s just too friggin cute sometimes. 

Strangely enough Joey rests her head on his shoulder and honestly I don’t think she consciously realizes it. I clear my throat leaning forward, “Someone seems cozy,” I joke and suddenly Joey snaps back up the color draining from her face and Pacey’s arm flies away from her as quickly as possible, it’s excruciatingly suspicious. 

Now it’s my duty to put things into proper perspective, it’s a thankless job. “So where’s Andie?” Joey’s eyes widen like she wants to say something but she just shakes her head slicing her hand across her throat, fuck I’ve said something wrong, but it’s too late because Andie’s heading up the steps towards us. 

~*~

Joey

“Pacey, why don’t we go get some food,” I say abruptly shooting from my seat upon seeing Andie. 

“I’m fine, thanks,” he says obviously not noticing the blond approaching, but I won’t take no as an answer so I yank him after me just as she comes into his point of view, “Fine,” he mumbles voluntarily following me. 

We stop in the parking lot leaning against his father’s police truck, “I don’t need you to take care of me,” he says stubbornly. 

“Were you honestly comfortable in confronting her again, you told me about what happened last night,” I counter because I’m much more stubborn, and never wrong. 

“No I wasn’t but I would have dealt with it,” he crosses his arms over his chest, and God he is infuriating. 

“Yes and tears would have been shed and there would be awkward moments in which Jen and I would try to lighten the mood and then eventually we would be forced to pick sides…” 

“And you would side with me,” he states simply. 

“Don’t get so cocky,” I say because I can’t deny that I would. 

“So aren’t we going to get food?” He wonders gesturing back towards the stadium. 

“Well I thought you could use a breather,” I shrug. 

“From what?” 

“The confrontations, remember?” 

He smirks, “Can we at least sit down, I’m getting cold,” he whines, the first day it hits below 70 after summer and there are a few gusts of wind and people are calling it cold. 

“Fine,” I say sliding into the backseat of the truck. We sit in silence for a long moment before I finally break the silence again, “It’s alright to be upset you know.” 

“I know,” he mumbles staring straight ahead. 

“You don’t have to pretend to be okay, I mean any frustrations or whatever, I won’t laugh at you,” I offer tweaking a corner of my mouth into a half smile. 

“Thanks,” he grins nodding to fight back whatever emotion is brewing behind his empty eyes. He can feel my eyes on him so he decides maybe he should actually talk, “It’s just I feel like I’m not good enough right now, like if I can’t make my own girlfriend happy then maybe there’s something wrong with me.” 

“It’s good you’re finally admitting it,” I joke nudging his shoulder. 

“No laughing,” he reminds me sternly. “I feel worthless, you know? Like all of my attempts are futile.” 

I frown drawing him into a hug and holding him close. We’re not talking about last night by the way, as far as I’m concerned it never happened because then we’d be forced to analyze it and through it all we’d just ruin our friendship, which is one of the only healthy ones that I have left. 

But that’s not working, because our breath begins to blend and we get all droopy eyed and before I know it we’re kissing again, great now another thing that we don’t discuss. I’m going to keep this under control though, just kissing I promise myself…and there goes my shirt. I moan as his wet lips travel down my neck tasting the skin along my shoulders pushing away my bra strap when it comes within his path. 

We shift around so that my back is against the back bench and he’s hovering over me as we continue kissing, his fingers fiddling with the back clasp of my bra. When he removes the lacy garment it’s quickly lost on the floor and my back is arched off the seat offering myself to his mouth. I’m doing this for him, I tell myself, to show him that he means something, that he can do lots of things right, that he’s worth so much more then he thinks. But selfishly, I’m doing this because I really like it. 

His mouth circles around my erect nipple flicking his tongue over it mercilessly before grasping it between his teeth suckling it roughly. His hand kneads my other one grasping ivory flesh between his fists until I growl his name. 

He leaves the first breast swollen and raw only taking a quick gasp of air before switching to the other one and I groan running my fingers through his short hair. I run my hands bracing them on his shoulders as I grasp onto his tee-shirt bunching it between my fingers. His free hand runs up my side and I grasp onto it drawing it to my lips and taking his fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue along the length. I drag my lips across his palm swirling small circles along the salty flesh trailing it up his wrist. 

Finally satisfied he returns to my lips delving his tongue into my inviting cavern as I crash my bare chest against the cotton of his shirt feeling it dampen between our slick bodies. 

“We should probably get back,” he pants between short kisses. 

“Yeah,” I breathe with a few last kisses before he finally rolls off of me allowing me to fish for my top. 

~*~

Pacey

I wonder back to my seat leaving Joey to take a quick trip to the ladies room. Jen sits there alone with her arms crossed firmly over her chest as she tries to understand the sport of football. “Took you long enough,” she huffs. 

“Insane line,” I shrug. 

“You hooked up with some drunk blonde girl didn’t you?” She questions incredulously. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You’re lips are all,” she gestures in front of her mouth, “kiss swollen.” 

I wipe my hand defensively over my lips trying to wipe it away, knowing that it won’t work, “You know me, Grade A manwhore,” I shrug deciding this is the only way to save my ass. 

“So where’s the food? You could have at least bought me a soda during after you’re little rendezvous, it would have made your story so much more believable.” 

“Didn’t have any money,” I chuckle running my fingers nervously through my hair. “So how’s the game going?” Changing subject good. 

“Not good, where’s Joey?” Is she trying to make me squirm? There’s nothing going on between Joey and me, because relationships suck, people get too emotionally involved and then retract it all. Relationships just get you hurt in the end, but when you have nothing there isn’t anything to hurt, so that’s what it is nothing… there is nothing going on. 

“How would I know?” I ask defensively. 

“You left with her like a half an hour ago, I assumed you would have a better idea,” she asks a little weirded out; I’m definitely drawing suspicion so I won’t make up some fucked up story. 

“Bathroom,” see, telling the truth is easy. 

“Okay,” she nods still a little confused. 

~*~

Andie

“Joey,” I run after her as she wonders nervously in front of the field. 

“Hey,” she answers fairly distracted, with a guilty tone. 

“Look, I wanted to talk to you,” I begin fiddling with my fingers to soothe my nerves. “Pacey doesn’t really want to talk to me right now, so I was wondering if maybe you could… help me.” 

She downcasts her eyes, “Listen, you did something horrible to him, and I consider him one of my greatest friends so the pain he feels I feel it too.” She sighs and I realize my case is hopeless, “I’ll talk to him but I’m afraid I’m not going to have a very persuading case.” 

“It was worth a shot,” I whimper because suddenly I’m always crying. She waves goodbye turning back towards the stands and when I squint I realize that her shirt is on inside out.