. 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

Pacey 

My mind is reeling and I really can't grasp what's going on. Part of me thinks that I don't want to understand because if I do things will change. I feel guilty though because I am realizing things that have always been in the back of my mind: 

Andie was my consolation prize for losing Joey. 

If you really think about it Joey was my original bantering buddy, she was different from all the other girls because she challenged me to think harder to return stronger quips. She wasn't your stereotypical goddess; she wasn't the Kristy Livingstone type where you fell in lust with her. With Josephine Potter it was love or nothing and I fell for it the beginning of last year. But with Dawson as her dream boy, her Kristy Livingstone, I was left in the dust. 

Andie reminded me of Joey and that's what I think attracted me to her in the first place. There weren't any overly beautiful qualities about her, she was stubborn and smart and didn't let me get away with my shit and as bizarre as that may seem I liked that. I fell in love with Andie for being Andie, don't get me wrong, it's just the idea of Joey is what brought me to her in the first place. 

Now in some twisted way I have what I want; Andie's out of the picture, Dawson's no longer some unattainable fantasy but a disappointing reality, and Joey and I can't keep our hands off of each other. But that's not all that I want, I want to be loved and accepted, like my parents never gave to me and Andie couldn't handle. I want that unconditional sweet thing, where it's not about the physical relationship, but the feelings and emotions. I look at my grandparents who have been together for over fifty years, who still love each other just as much as the day they were married, maybe even more, and I crave it. 

The phone rings endlessly, "Hello?" 

"Pacey, I know what you're going to say but it isn't about that, I just…" 

Insert exaggerated eye roll, "Andie I really have nothing to say." 

There's a long silence for her to compute this, the idea that a partner could be repulsed by the idea of adultery, that the thought of another man sleeping with the love of your life may be upsetting. "It's just, I have a lot of stuff over at your house that I sort of need. Could I maybe come pick them—" 

"Fine whatever," I really can't talk to her, it just brings back all of this anger every time we speak. 

The door rumbles and I'm afraid that she's on the other side. Mom's at bridge with the neighbors, Pop's got the night shift, I'm the only Witter kin left so the possibility that it's her is fairly great. 

"One hour," I mutter quickly clicking off the phone and tossing it aside when I see that it's Joey rocking on her heels with her hands shoved into her pockets on the other side. 

~*~ 

Dawson 

I swing my legs freely over the edge of my dock watching the glistening water of the creek ripple softly under the cool night breeze. Part of me wants to hear the sloshing water repel against the oars of Joey's boat as she rows to my dock coming up with some creative insult or criticism that only she could. Part of wants to explain to her about what happened, how we're not ready to commit, that now is not our time. But how are you supposed to grow and live when the person you're destined to be with is judging you the entire time?

"Hey there stranger," I nearly jump as Jen slides down next to me. "It seems you've been having fun lately." 

I snuff, "Well the school thinks I have a great sex life, too bad I'm left with the truth." 

“Kind of sad the way the world works; you get the two biggest sluts in Capeside and don’t know what to do with them.” 

“I wouldn’t call you a slut Jen Lindley, anything but actually,” I rock against her and smile. 

“So what brings you out sulking in the middle of the night,” she asks glancing out over the water. 

“Just screwing with the Ballad of the Soul Mates as usual.” 

“Joey saw,” she sighs and I nod somberly. 

“It’s hard though, because how are you supposed to experience other people when your destiny is always waiting in the wings.” 

“Pretend she isn’t your destiny, pretend you don’t know that she’s the one, that way you won’t feel as guilty when you let her down time and time again,” Jen offers and it really doesn’t help. 

“I want her to know that I still care about her, but every time I do she gets the wrong idea,” I drop my eyes to my lap, sometimes I wish Joey would move on too, that she could find a great guy that would make her happy the way that I can’t right now. It’s just not our time and I wish that she could see that too. 

~*~ 

Pacey 

“Hey,” I squeak leaning my arm against the door frame as she looks at my shyly. My eyes drift over her face and are trapped when they fall upon her lips. God her lips are perfect, the perfect shape and color and taste, definitely the taste, the faint flavor of melon that comes from the Chap Stick she uses. 

“Hey,” she finally replies. 

“What brings you here?” I ask stepping aside allowing her entrance. 

“Um, we need to talk,” great, it’s over. 

“Talk about what?” I ask heading down the hall towards my room and she’s on my heels following me. 

“You know what I’m talking about,” she says stubbornly, God I love that. 

“I’m sorry you’ve lost me,” I retort shuffling through the pile of junk on my desk and pulling out old pictures of Andie and I. 

“I was thinking about our little pension for vehicles,” it’s cute how she dances around the subject, like she’s embarrassed to say anything sexual out loud. 

“We could do it on a bed if that makes you feel any better,” I quip gesturing towards my bed as I continue picking out Andie’s things from my own, my lord she’s left a lot of shit at my house. 

“That’s not what I was trying to say,” she says blushing furiously. 

“Then what do we need to talk about?” I ask heading to my closet and pulling out the drawer I let Andie use; she always insisted on having a change of clothing here for those just in case I sleep in moments. Also she hated putting anything dirty on, never wanted to wear my tee shirts and boxers to look cute, and rarely wanted to cuddle after sex. Even though the last part has nothing to do with having a drawer full of clothing I had to get it off my chest. 

“You know what? Count on you Pacey for always knowing the exact wrong thing to say,” she’s frustrated now, I like it. 

I grin smugly as I approach her challenging, “Oh I can thing of worse,” I say dumping the contents of the drawer onto the bed. I step dangerously close to her and love how I’ve managed to ‘talk about it’ with out us actually admitting it’s wrong. “Let’s talk about it, my tongue was up your pussy and you were begging for more.” 

“You’re infuriating,” she sneers through clenched teeth but makes no move to back away from me. I’m towering over her now, our breath mingling as my hand reaches out to touch her running up her side. She shudders, her eye lids becoming weighty as my hand continues to stroke her waist. 

“You like that about me don’t you,” I reply cockily but the words are lost between our lips because we’re like animals and right now it seems to be mating season. I throw her onto my bed pinning her quickly beneath the weight of my body as I devour any flesh I can drag my tongue along. There are already trails of numerous hickies along her throat and I wonder why nobodies said anything yet but I continue suckling it anyway. 

She arches her hips against my growing erection and my god the girl is good at this. I growl kissing her roughly again thrusting into her inner thigh. It’s her turn for a moan to escaper her lips this time as she hooks her legs around me flipping us over so not that she’s on top. 

My fingers are so tangled in her hair that I wonder how I’ll ever get them free but we keep on kissing anyway. Her hands disappear under my shirt running fiercely along my slick chest while her tongue delves deeper into my mouth. She breaks away panting as the warmth of her body leaves mine and I sit up to stop her but she pushes me back down bunching up my shirt to taste my salty flesh. Her tongue circles lazily, tangling with the trail of dark hairs leading past my jeans and before I know it her fingers are fiddling with the button. 

I realize I can breathe again when she pulls my jeans off over my hips and I groan as my boxers soon follow. Her hand wraps around my shaft and my lord this woman is amazing. She begins stroking me slowly tightening her grasp and increasing her pace as I begin to thrust into her palm moaning and grunting her name. Her tongue flicks over my tip and I’m afraid there’s no blood left in my limbs or chest and especially brain because it’s all relocated to where her hot lips are. She takes me into her mouth her tongue trailing along my length and I feel like I’m about to burst as she pulls me closer and closer to the edge. 

My fingers clench my sheets tightly as her strokes alter between hard short ones and long lingering ones and I can’t hold on anymore, “Jo you need to stop,” I groan tightly. 

“What do you mean?” She asks innocently as she replaces her lips with her hand continuing the motion. 

“I can’t hold on much longer.” 

“Just let go,” she whispers capturing my lips with hers again as I thrust tightly into her palm. 

“Oh god,” I moan one last time my entire body shuttering as I finally give into my orgasm. My whole body feels like goo as I fall back against my mattress trying my hardest to catch my breath. 

And then there’s a pounding on my front door, “Should I go get that?” Joey asks blushing furiously, she seems more embarrassed then I am and she has no cum dripping off her stomach. 

“Yeah probably,” I sit up grabbing a tee shirt off the floor to clean myself off. Fuck it’s Andie, I suddenly remember but by now I think it’s too late. 

~*~ 

Andie 

I’ve rung his bell twice, knocked repeatedly, rang his bell a few more times, and then just began to pound furiously. Where the hell is he? I’ve been trying to think up excuses to see him or talk to him all day, we’ve been broken up for 24 hours and already I’m desperate. 

The door finally creeps open and it’s not Pacey on the other side, “Joey hey,” I attempt cheerful but I think it comes off as disappointed. 

“Hi,” she seems nervous and she tucks her hair behind her ears repeatedly. 

“Where’s Pacey?” I ask glancing over her shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of him. 

“Um… well… he’s right—.” She rambles unable to compute a sentence. 

“Right here,” he finally peeks his head out of his room carrying a box, “and I think this is yours.” He’s surprisingly cheerful as he hands me over my stuff and a gleam of hope surges through me. 

"So what are you up to?" I try to ask casually still not able to ignore Joey who stands between us. 

"Just hanging out, you know typical anti-social stuff," he shrugs and it feels awkward like I'm the third wheel. 

"I was just going," Joey says sensing the tension and glancing over at Pacey. 

“I didn’t mean to intrude or anything,” I say reluctantly but she slides past me anyway. 

“It’s alright; I’m supposed to be watching Alexander tonight anyway.” 

I stand awkwardly in the doorframe and Pacey eyes me strangely, “Do you need anything else?” 

“No why?” I ask nervously clutching the box tightly in my hands. 

“I was just wondering why you were still here,” he says nonchalantly as he tries to distract himself with the keys on the end table by the door. 

“I’m still here because I wanted to talk to you,” I say timidly unable to meet his eyes. 

“Andie, honestly, what else could we possibly say that won’t hurt us even further? How many times must we have this conversation before you realize that it’s over?” 

I can feel the swell of tears fill the brim of my eyes and I try to shake them away, “How many times must I say I’m sorry before you start to listen?” 

“It doesn’t change anything, it’s only a word that becomes emptier and emptier every time you say it to me,” he says coldly. 

I nod turning in the door way letting the door close behind me as I step out onto his porch, as I head down the stairs I hear him call my name but when I turn around there’s no one there so I sit on the steps and cry. 

~*~ 

Joey 

I feel slightly used; did he know Andie was coming? Am I just some sort of tool to make Andie jealous every time she begs for him back? It doesn’t matter we’re just scratching posts for one another anyway, head boards to help the rebound bounce as far away from the hoop as possible. Then why can’t I stop glancing at his house wishing for them to come screaming out into the lawn with the world’s hugest closure for break ups of all time? Hormones are a bitch. 

“Hey Jack,” I say spotting him leaning against Andie’s Saab, “what are you doing here?” 

“Damage control,” he shrugs glancing at the house, “Andie’s been a wreck and I figured it would be bad having her driving around alone.” 

“Yeah,” I sigh leaning against the car next to him. 

“I just don’t understand how he could break Andie’s heart like that; I mean she’s already so fragile.” 

I furrow my brows, Andie stomped all over Pacey’s heart, he just defended himself, “Do you know why they broke up?” 

“She doesn’t want to talk about it,” he sighs. 

“It wasn’t Pacey it was her,” I say and I feel a little bad afterwards but if he is holding a grudge against Pacey then… 

“What could she have done?” He asks eyeing me strangely, he’s her brother and he feels so shut out and I feel horrible about that. 

“I think it’s her place to tell you,” I sigh folding my arms over my chest. 

There’s a long pause until, “What are you doing here?” 

Fuck, blowing the love of your sister’s life because for some inexplicable reason I can’t keep my hands off of him, “Damage control.” 

“See that’s why friends shouldn’t date, it only screws up the balance of the group. And also we friends need to get out more. I mean first Dawson and Jen, then you and Dawson, then me and you, and Pacey and Andie, hell next thing you know Dawson and Andie will be together and you and Pacey!” He laughs at this but I only tighten feeling the blush color fill my cheeks. 

“What a crazy world,” I force a smile, “I should probably get going Bessie’s working tonight so I’m on house watch.” 

“Bye Jo,” he nods after me. 

Is it wrong that my heart skipped a beat at the thought of dating Pacey? I mean he’s Pacey, his relatives are the mildew that forms under your carpets and you can’t get rid of them because they kill you when you inhale too much. Oh no wait asbestos that’s a good one. I should compile a family tree, at least that will get my mind off of him… well accept for the fact that the family tree would be based on him. Maybe I’ll do some famous general, I need distractions. 

And for some reason I can’t get that damn Guster song out of my head, the same line running over and over: 

I’ve taken a cane from a blind man, and I’ve tasted the fruit from the Garden of Eden, when I walk out of here, I know I’ll stand clear but the taste in my mouth still remains… still remains. 

Alright I’m not sure if this makes sense but some how I’ve managed to analyze this as Pacey and I, I took away Andie’s support ie cane from a blind man, and Pacey has literally tasted the fruit from the Garden of Eden, seeing as me being Dawson’s ex and him being his best friend I’m considered forbidden fruit. And we haven’t grown any attachments leaving us free to walk away, but we keep on coming back, do I make sense? 

Oh God I’m rambling with myself again. 

~*~ 

Jack 

“How’d it go?” I ask Andie as she plops the cardboard box into the trunk. 

“Oh the usual, I hate you I don’t ever want to see you again, yadda yadda yadda,” she whimpers frustratingly opening the passenger door. 

“Words of a broken heart,” I sigh sliding into the driver’s seat. “So what happened between you two anyway?” I ask casually starting up the car. 

“I’m an idiot Jack, have I ever told you what an idiot I am?” She asks batting away a tear. 

“Only from time to time,” I joke lightly trying to take the pain away from her. 

“I made a mistake over the summer,” she sighs leaning her head against the window. 

“What was that?” 

“I cheated on him,” she downcasts her eyes then looks out the window. 

“Oh,” is all I can think of. 

“And no matter how many times I apologize it doesn’t change anything, he still hates me and he’s already moved onto Joey.” 

I think for a minute I may have lost control of the vehicle from the sudden laughter that roared through my body, “It’s not funny Jack!” 

“You think that Pacey and Joey are sneaking around behind our backs? Andie the two of you broke up yesterday and as of then Joey was still head over heels for Dawson.” 

“It doesn’t change the fact that they’re always together, even when Pacey and I were dating they spent an unhealthy amount of time together,” she argues. 

“They were stranded here alone for the summer so they hung out a few times, it doesn’t make them whatever you think they are.” 

“Then why was she just here?” Andie asks bitterly, I guess it’s mandatory at one time in every woman’s life they must be jealous of Joey Potter. 

“Friends Andie, friends.” 

~*~ 

Jen 

“So did you hear about Andie and Pacey?” I ask swinging my legs along the dock as I sit with Dawson looking at the stars. 

“They break up too?” He asks cradling his hands behind his head. 

“Yep,” I nod my eyes following the trail on a jet plane. 

“I really thought those two kids would work it out,” he jokes. 

“It’s like when I first moved here and everyone was single.” 

“I guess we just need new blood in our little clique, I mean there are only so many times we can shuffle each other around until one of us gets hurt.” 

“Until?” I ask sitting up with an arched brow, “I seem to recall numerous catfights between Joey and I on top of a black eye inflicted on poor Jackers.” 

“Well besides that,” he chuckles. “You know Jen; I really miss hanging out with you. I mean you’re always off with Jack and I’m always off with…God knows what.” 

“Yeah, me too,” I smile, “Ever since that boy next door storyline didn’t quite work out and we moved onto that best friend is my soul mate crap.” 

“Crap?” He feigns incredulous, “That was a very touching love affair.” 

“You Hollywood folk are full of shit,” I bump against him sitting up when Jack joins us. “How’s Andie?” 

“Not so good,” he sighs taking a seat next to me. 

“So why’d they break up anyway?” Dawson asks sitting up, it’s sad how our social circle works. 

“Andie cheated on him with some guy from the clinic,” Jack explains still surprised about it himself. 

“What?” I ask, I knew they broke up but I assume Pacey had done the normal guy thing and grown tired of her. Men are bastards like that sometimes. 

“I’m still a little confused myself,” Jack shrugs. 

“Do you think a relationship between the six of us will ever work?” I wonder leaning back against my elbows, “Because none have so far.” 

~*~ 

Pacey 

I have no reason to be here yet my hand hovers over the front door willing to knock and when I finally do and she opens the door for me I enter her house without hesitation. 

"Pacey what—?" She begins to ask but there's no time for talking because I need her now. 

"Is Bessie home?" I cut her off stepping towards her. 

"No, but—" My lips are on hers before she can finish, kissing her fully because suddenly I just can't get enough. 

"Pacey stop," she says pulling away. 

Alright, not what I had anticipated, "What is it?" 

"I'm not going to be your pawn to hurt Andie, your way of getting back at her." 

"This isn't about Andie, why would you think that?" I ask smoothing my hands along her forearms. 

"Because of earlier, you knew she was going to come didn't you?" There's a hint of disappointment in her eyes. 

"Yes, but, I didn't know you were," I explain. "This isn't about Andie, this is about me and following my gut and right now my gut is only thinking about you." 

She furrows her brows questioningly and I don't blame her because that was an extremely ill conceived speech. "It's been twenty four hours; your gut is still on the rebound." 

I'm drawn closer to her, or perhaps her to me, but there's some sort of magnetic attraction between us and I can't stop it, "It's been longer then twenty four hours." 

"How long has it been?" She asks intrigued as our foreheads bump our breath mingling. 

"Weeks," I breathe as my lips capture hers, "weeks," I repeat and we kiss again backing up towards her couch with my hands riding up her shirt. 

We’re not going to stop this time, I can already tell, the way her breath dances against my skin, the way my tongue digs deeper and deeper, I can already tell we’re past the point of no return. Last night and today we toyed with the idea, but in the here and now we’re going for it, giving up everything to fulfill some void that left us lonely, acting on feelings and emotions that may lead us nowhere. But on the other hand they may lead us to something great. 

The only problem is that we’ve been scarred by adolescent crushes, claimed by people who had no right to do so and in that context what we’re doing is wrong and betrayal. But here alone in our own little world our hearts are already mended, and Dawson and Andie are distant memories, right here right now it’s only her and me. 

Our clothes are discarded in a messy patch pooling to our feet like they had no use before as we fall against her couch. My hands memorize every shape and curve as they run along her skin still bronzed from the summer. My tongue circles over her salty flesh which glistens in a trail behind my touch mixing with her own beads of perspiration as our kisses become more intense. 

My lips graze over her tight rosy nub capturing it between my teeth as a sharp hiss of breath escapes her lips. My tongue circles around her nipple suckling it between my warm wet lips as my hand finds her other peak, kneading the full mound between my fingers until she’s whimpering for more. 

My hand runs down her side running between her thighs, sweeping past her soft dark patch of curls, and through her slick folds flicking over her clit. The sound of my name rolling off her tongue is the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard and I capture it with my lips, returning my mouth to hers. She wraps her arms around my neck arching her back so her bare chest clashes with my own our bodies pasted together in a sweaty mend. 

My fingers thrust into her but that isn’t enough, “Pacey,” she breathes again rolling her hips against my fingers; “I want you.” 

When I finally slide into her it feels so right I know it can’t possibly be wrong. Her body molds around me, her legs hooking around my calves for better leverage as I thrust into her slow and steady at first until I can’t control my actions. 

When I finally come it’s like a waterfall, like this built up reserve that’s been waiting for her and when her orgasm hits her as well I know it’s that way for her too. 

“When’s Bessie coming home?” I pant kissing her softly. 

“She’s at work in Boston, won’t be getting back till six or seven tomorrow,” she replies proudly as I sweep her into my arms grabbing the box of condoms with me as I head towards her bedroom. Because I’ve got a full box and the night’s still young.