𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑
𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊
( IN THE PROCESS OF REWRITING )
" look at that girl, dawson. just take a good look. she's a freaking goddess, man. "
| seasons 2 - 3 |
( pacey witter x fem!oc ) (dawson's creek )
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THE kiss was electric.
she had never felt this way before. it was new, fresh. deep down, she felt dirty. this was her best friend, we are talking about. also, her exes brother. she felt like torn, broken. he caught her in a moment of weakness and doubt. a moment where she didn't have time to think, just react.
she felt his lips break apart from hers. it was almost like a perfect match, their lips. they fit so perfectly on her own, she couldn't help but adore the feeling, and only crave it more.
but, it was wrong. so, very, wrong. this was pacey witter, we were talking about. her childhood best friend, the boy she'd go to for her own boy problems. the boy who was also named her own brothers best friend. it was an issue from the start. this shouldn't be happening.
her brown eyes fluttered open, staring at the boy who looked down at her with lust, and hopefulness. he wanted her to like it, he wanted her to feel the exact way he felt about her. he wanted her to kiss him.
"are you insane?" she shouted, putting her palms on his chest to pull him away. he reacted fast, in shock. "how could you do that?" she continued, appalled. "how could you take some simple speech about our friendship as an invitation to kiss me, pacey?" she backed him up, while he just stayed silent. "answer me!" she smacked his chest, making him stumble.
"what were you thinking?" she hissed, continuing to hit his chest as if it was a boxing dummy. "what?"
"what? i don't know. god. i mean, it— it— was an impulse" he stuttered, stunned at how she was acting.
"an impulse?" her hand's shoved him, once again.
"yes, an impulse. you know, sudden, momentary, and believe me, fleeting"
"do you have any idea of what you started? pacey, we're best friends. you think you can just go around kissing your best friends out of nowhere? you don't do that with dawson, or joey, or jen— well, actually, you did do that with jen" caroline let out a sarcastic laugh, rolling her eyes. pacey stifled a laugh, shaking his head at how she was acting.
"you're right, leery. forgive me for thinking a kiss, is just a kiss" he huffed, slowly backing up as she edged towards him each step.
"well, it's true. a kiss is not just a kiss, not between you and me, and you know why" she stopped, waiting for him to answer. as much of a smart human being he was, he couldn't catch the memo in moment's time. "dawson? remember? my brother, your best friend. he comes into this entire hormonal meltdown"
"meltdown? i just had a meltdown? forgive me if i don't think this is the worst tragedy in the history of humankind that pacey witter, in a moment of impulsive, compulsive, hormone-induced insanity, would have the nerve to kiss the perfect caroline leery" he huffed, throwing his hands into the air.
"and you let me do it. you did, you let me. you liked it, i know you did because you, in fact, kissed me back, caroline. you liked the fact i kissed you, but you don't want to admit it. i mean, for the love of god, caroline. you really expect me to hold back any longer? look at 'ya, care. you're beautiful. you expect me to sit back, watching you prance around with another dick in this god forsaken town, who will treat you horribly? when will you open your eyes and realize, there is something better sitting right in front of you" he continued, raising his voice out of anger.
