Part Seven: Jumping to Conclusions
by Daizy

Disclaimer: I'm sick of these, see part 1.

Author's note: I know it took me like 2 or 3 weeks on this one. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But I've actually had some form of a social life and if it comes down to working on fic or a social life, I always go for the social life. I apologize immensely. Anyway, this part doesn't resolve itself as nicely as all the others have. That'll have to wait till part 8. I'm sure you'll all be dying for it. Well, if you really want it, send me feedback. I got very few messages after posting part 6 so that didn't really add to my desire to finish part 7. My email is

Other author's note: Just like to thank Liz, Eden and Beth for reading through so much of my stuff and helping me out. You guys rock!

Joey looked up after she climbed through the window. Dawson sat staring intensely at his laptop and speedily typing. She moved towards him with a confused look.

Finally she collapsed onto the bed and looked at Dawson, asking, "Hey, so are we gonna have movie night or what?"

"Um....I dunno, Jo, I'm really trying to concentrate on my new script. I'm afraid that if I get distracted, all these ideas will just disappear," Dawson replied.

She sighed. "So you found a brilliant idea for your script?"

"Yup," Dawson said with a smile, still with his eyes glued to the screen. "I've been writing for hours. It's all just coming to me. It's utterly amazing."

Joey lay silently on the bed, trying to conceal her disappointment. She'd been waiting all day for her evening with Dawson. And now he was working on *another* movie. It was fine that he enjoyed filmmaking, but this was bordering on an unhealthy obsession.

A familiarly friendly chime came from the computer. Joey's head turned immediately.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Oh....uh, just IM," he said, trying to sound innocent.

"IM? What about distractions and concentrating on your script?"

"Well, it's not a distraction, she's helping me."

"She?" Joey asked, growing increasingly suspicious.

"Yea, uh, Wendy. I mean, Wendy isn't her real name, but she helped me with the storyline."

"And who exactly is *Wendy*?"

"We met in a chatroom, and--"

"Oh, I see, she's your Meg Ryan."

"My what?" Dawson looked her in the face for the first time that evening.

"Your Meg Ryan. In your personal version of You've Got Mail. Just try and spare me from your messages about bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils."

"Jo, be serious. We're just friends. We understood each other, we can talk about anything."

Joey was disappointed. So this was his mystery internet girl. She should've known. How would she and Dawson ever be able to start a relationship if she knew he'd still be emailing this Wendy girl?

"Hey, Dawson, do you hve my sweater? I left it here yesterday," she asked.

"Sure," Dawson said, still typing madly, "it's in the closet."

Joey stood angrily. He wouldn't even get up to get her sweater. She heard the computer beep happily again, signalling a response from Wendy. Dawson chuckled and continued to type. She opened the closet door and her attention was diverted to something else.

"You know, Dawson," she said, "even though it's considered a flop, I actually enjoyed 'Always' a lot."

"You did?" he asked, still stuck to the screen.

"Yea, probably since I love those tragic love stories, but this one really got me."

"Yea," Dawson said, recalling their last ominous discussion on love stories.

"I mean, Richard Dreyfuss has to watch the love of his life fall in love with another person. That's so excruciating. Can you even imagine how that must feel? Knowing the person you love will never be yours again?" Dawson was looking at her now, remembering seeing Joey kiss Jack and hold his hand. Joey could see what was on his mind. But she didn't know if he understood that she was alluding to their current situation with Wendy. And then she felt those sparks again. They were becoming all to familiar now. Their eyes met and she wondered if he could see how much she wanted him.

The computer sang again, letting both of them know a message from Wendy waited. Joey continued to look at Dawson, trying to force his eyes to stay on her. She was determined to win this battle for his attention. But he looked back at the laptop.

"Oh, man that's perfect!" he cried.

Joey turned. "Bye, Dawson," she said sullenly as she headed for the window.

Jen darted from the house to catch up with Dawson as she saw him leave for school. As she got closer, she found he was muttering something to himself, the words all blurred together. She couldn't make any of it out. Occasionally, he'd shake his head or nod excitedly.

"Hey, Rainman," she called as she reached his side.

"Oh--" Dawson turned as if he'd been startled out of a trance. "Hi."

"What's up?"

"I got this script idea and I've been working on it psychotically all weekend."

"Wow, that's exciting. So you're doing a new movie?"

"Yea, actually, I'm skipping school today to finish it. I'm just bringing Pacey my homework to turn in for me."

"Dawson, I'm floored. You're rebelling!"

"Well, a little. But I *have* to finish it today. I want to start filming in a few weeks. I'm going to talk to Miss Kennedy and see if she'll let me use some film class students to help me out, maybe let it count as extra credit or something. That way, I'll get more actors, more help behind the camera."

"So, I can help again, right?" Jen asked.

"Yea! Of course! I don't think I could've done Creek Daze without you."

"Great! You'll let me read it when you're done, right?"

"Yea, although there's no sex scene in it. I hope that's okay," he teased.

"Hey, I don't require sex in my movies."

"No, you just prefer it," Dawson replied with a smile.

"Aren't you witty this morning?"


"Can I open my eyes now?" Andie asked, her hands out in front of her frantically grasping for anything.

"Okay, fine," Pacey said, removing his hands from her eyes and letting her see.

"Oh, Pacey, it's beautiful," she cried.

They stood on a hill overlooking the ocean. The sun was shining brightly off the water.

"I think everyone has a place to go when they're upset or depressed or something,somewhere that's just their place," Pacey said. "And this is mine. Well, it has been since I learned how to hotwire a car. It's too far to walk. But now that you're back, I really want to share it with you. I want you to know all about me, and this place is part of who I am."

"Pacey, that's so sweet," she said looking into his eyes and putting her arms around him. She looked away from him as she said, "I have a confession to make."

"What's that?" he asked, trying not to let his nervousness be obvious.

"Back in Providence, there was this guy that I always had a crush on. He lived down the street from me and we'd been friends since 2nd grade and I always always liked him but obviously I don't like him anymore since I'm with you, but—"

"Take a breath, settle down, oh queen of run-on sentences," he said with a smile.

"Just let me get this out. I've really been struggling with this and I *need* to tell you. I want to be completely honest, and I have to get this out in the open." She took a deep breath. "Okay, anyway, so this guy that I've liked forever asked me if I wanted to do something. And I guess I rationalized to myself that it wasn't a date or anything and it wasn't like I was cheating on you, so I told him I would. And I was feeling a lot better and it had been so long since I'd seen you and I really wanted to feel important and special again." She took another deep breath, and slowed down. "But then, the night he was coming to pick me up, I sat there thinking about you and how much you've helped me and how much I love you and I knew that I couldn't do it. So I told him everything and he was really nice about it. So it all worked out. But I felt really guilty that I even considered going out with another guy. I mean, what if we had gone out and he had tried to kiss me or something, I don't know what I would've done!"

"It's okay, Andie," Pacey said comfortingly.

"But I had to tell you. Otherwise I would've been pounded by these incredible feelings of guilt and I don't think I would've been able to come here with you today and be with you and skip school and not tell you. I probably would've had a heart attack or something."

"You sound like you're having one now," he replied with an uneasy smile.

"Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want to thank you for waiting for me. I mean, I know how hard it is to be apart from the person you care about, believe me I know, and I know that it's really hard to keep that person in your heart when they're not there and I'm so grateful to you for still loving me and keeping me in your heart and caring about me and being here for me—"

"Yea, I know. It's no big deal," he said quickly.

"No, but it is. You had so many opportunities to be unfaithful to me, but you stayed true and it just helps me to know what an incredible person you are and it makes you even more special to me," she looked at him with teary eyes.

He looked away from her and became suddenly interested in his shoes. "Thanks."

Joey was the first one to arrive at the lunch table. At the beginning of the school year, the group of them had quickly staked out a certain table as their territory. No one had arrived yet, though. In fact, she hadn't even seen Pacey or Dawson or Jack or anyone for that matter. After a few minutes of solitude, Molly sat down and joined her. Joey crinkled her brow, confused as to why Molly was there after she'd made it a practice of avoiding them the past several days. They both sat silently eating for a while. Finally they both realized that no one else would be coming to join them.

"You have a thing for Dawson, right?" Molly asked.

Joey stared back at her, tempted to come back with a rude quip, but instead refrained. "Yea, I guess you could say that."

"I could tell. I was just wondering, what would you do if you found out he was… in love with someone else?"

Joey shook her head. Ah, the irony of it all. "Um, I don't know. I'd probably be pretty upset. Especially because it seems like lately we've been getting really close to starting something, I mean, there's practically fireworks every time we make eye contact." Why was she telling her all this?

"Yea, cuz, um, I'm kind of in the same situation. I really liked this guy, and it seemed like he was starting to like me back, and then things got really close and all of a sudden I found out that he's taken."

"Well, he can't be too taken if things developed between the two of you. How far did he go?" Joey asked. "Um…he almost kissed me." Molly looked uncomfortable.

"If he almost kissed you, then I'm sure he feels something for you. He's probably just trapped in a relationship." Joey stopped and looked Molly up and down. "By the way, who is this guy?"

"It's Pacey," Molly said slowly and softly.

Joey raised her eyebrows. "Pacey?!"

"Yea. Last week, when we were doing the display for film class, we got to talking, and I felt like we were really getting along. It's not like I was chasing him or anything, but I had a crush on him, and I didn't think much of it until he started dancing with me and then…he almost kissed me." Molly sounded guilt-ridden.

"And why didn't he?"

"I don't know. I don't know if I freaked out or what but all of a sudden we fell down and it didn't happen." She looked at the ground. "I didn't see it coming at all, even though I always liked him, I still thought he was a jerk. He always seemed like a big player and I figured nothing would ever happen. I mean, you can't help it when you like someone that way. But worst of all, he turns out to be this really nice, sweet, sensitive, caring guy and just when I think something's going to happen, and I get *so* excited, his girlfriend shows up." She shook her head. "I should've known a guy that great would already have a girlfriend."

"Yea, I completely understand you," Joey said. "I've liked Dawson for so long. And for a while everything was going great with us. Then things kind of got complicated. But after a long time, I really have felt lately that we're going to be able to regain back our relationship. I was just so hopeful that I think I set myself up for a fall. And wouldn't you know, I walk in the other day to find out he's online with some girl that he's been talking to for months. Just last week he was telling everybody how he's met this "mystery girl" on line and how she's so great and everything. And I can't start something with him when he's feeling things for someone else. I really thought he was in love with me again, but I guess I was wrong."

"So, are Pacey and Andie serious?"

"I'll say. I'm sure she's already planned out their wedding."

"I feel so bad, wishing that something would breakup their relationship. But I can't help it." Molly sighed. "I know," Joey replied. "This whole thing just makes me wonder. He was talking to this girl through our whole relationship. I wonder if he's always liked her, even when he was with me."

"Wait, how do you know they've been talking for so long."

Joey paused. "Um…I, uh…" She looked at Molly cautiously. "Promise you won't tell?"

"Of course," Molly said, crossing her heart.

"I've seen them. We both go to this chatroom sometimes, and whenever I go, he's almost always talking to this girl. They have all these deep conversations. I don't even know why I go anymore. I think I'm just curious. But I really hoped that he'd strike up a conversation with me one day, not knowing it was me, and it was all just some stupid fantasy."

"But even if it's a fantasy, it still hurts when it doesn't come true," Molly said.

"This is so pitiful," Joey said with a laugh. "I'm sitting here sighing about losing a guy who was never mine to begin with. I need a life." She threw her head down on the table.

"Jack!" Jen called across the hall as she saw him about to dart into a classroom. He turned his head and saw her, waving politely. She sprinted across the hall to reach him.

"Hey," he said as she got to his side.

"Hi. Uh, I was wondering where you've been. Since that disappearing act you pulled this morning. I came down for breakfast and you'd already split. And then I haven't even seen you today at school. Are you even planning on coming home tonight?"

"Well, Mr. Gordon called this morning. There was a scheduling conflict with the auditorium. The Parents' Association is meeting the night we scheduled for our first performance. The week before that, there's a dance recital, and the week before that, the Football team has their awards ceremony. So they've moved up the performance. It's in two weeks. So we're going overtime on our rehearsals. Before school and after school. I'm really really stressing out," Jack said.

"Wow, I didn't know. I guess I'll bypass the 'don't ignore me' lecture."

"I know we've been having our problems lately," Jack admitted, "but I hope this doesn't make things worse. I really want things to work out. So if you'll just be patient with me, then I'll do my best. Deal?"

"Deal. Maybe I'll even talk Grams into making us some post-rehearsal treats," Jen said with a smile.

"Great. Well, I should be out by 8 or so. Okay?"

"Alright. I'll see you later."

"Bye," Jack said.

As Jen walked towards class, she was glad to have seen him. But something in her gut was disappointed. She didn't know why. But part of her was worried that she wouldn't be seeing much of Jack for the next 2 weeks.

Joey stopped by her locker after her after-school meeting with her history teacher. He'd been urging her to meet her potential in his class. Just another worry to add to the stack she already had. Along with the fact that Dawson was nowhere to be found. She spotted Pacey walking by and called after him.

"Hey, Pacey!" He turned. "Well, if it isn't the philanderer himself," she said as she approached him.

"Hey there, Jo," he said nervously.

"You know it's pretty sad when *you* have two girls at your beckon call and I can't even get Dawson," she said.

"Two girls?" he laughed, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Pacey," she chided, and she moved closer to him. "I know," she whispered.

"You do?" he asked, disheartened.



"Well," she said, "at lunch today, at which no one showed up I might add, Molly and I were alone at our table. And she started talking about it. It was really weird because she just kind of poured out her soul and I found myself doing the same thing."

"Yup, she has a gift that way," Pacey said.

"Anyway, she told me what happened with the two of you."

"You're not gonna tell Andie, are you?" he asked.

"No. It's not my place. And I don't think you should either. I mean, in normal situations, I would tell you to be honest, but after all the stuff she's been through, I would play it safe."

"Yea, that's what I was gonna do," he said.

"So what are you doing here, anyway?"

"Well, I have to drop off Dawson's homework. But the truth is, I wanted to talk to Molly."

"Um, I don't think that's a good idea, Pacey," Joey said.


"Well, she's pretty vulnerable right now, and I think it would be better to just leave her alone. It was a pretty harsh thing to do to a girl that likes you."

"I know, I know, I guess I wasn't thinking."

"You should give Dawson some advice," she said sullenly.

"Oh, is trouble brewing with Capeside's favorite couple?"

"You could say that. He's been obsessed with his new movie lately and not only that, but he's been talking to his 'online friend' an awful lot."


"Remember his 'mystery girl' from the chatroom?"

"Oh, I got it. So now Joey's been jilted before she even had a chance."

"Yup. I mean, we're barely even friends currently, he's too busy with his stupid script," Joey said sullenly. "Fine, I'll have a chat with the D-man, but you better know I'm only doing this out of the goodness of my heart since I am sick and tired of going between you and Dawson."

"Then why do you keep doing it?"

"I'm just too nice."

"I had a really great time tonight."

"You did? That's cool, cuz I was worried you thought I was a complete loser."

"No! Of course not. You're sweet."

Molly looked up at him, with a silky smile. She put her hand on his shoulder, reassuringly and almost removed it, but lazily ran her finger along his chest instead. She sighed.

"Maybe we this again sometime?" she asked, still trailing her finger over his shirt and looking up at him with wide eyes.

Jack stood uncomfortably.

"Uh--maybe," he said with a nervous laugh.

"Here's my stop," she said as they reached the porch. "Well?" she asked, expectantly.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?" she asked, trying to make her lips look full and inviting.

"Um--well uh, sure, I guess." He moved in slowly, keeping himself a good distance away from her, and his hands at his sides. Their lips met briefly in a soft kiss.

She smiled at him. He stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.

"That wasn't your first kiss, was it?" she asked.

"What? No, of course not. I've kissed girls before."

"Okay," she said, smiling again. She looked him over one final time. "Well, g'night Jim."

"Night, Maggie."

She shut the door lightly. Jack looked up into the bright lights, stupefied. Then a smile slowly formed on his face.

"I just kissed a girl!" he cried. "*I* just kissed a girl! I just *kissed* a girl!" He laughed deliriously. The laugh slowed and he paused. He laughed again, softer this time, and a little more nervously. "I just kissed a girl," he muttered quietly under his breath. He repeated it, his eyes searching. Finally he let out a deep breath and threw up his hands in frustration.

"Line!" He cried.

"It's the speech. Your big speech. With Maggie and the bright eyes, sweet smile thing," a voice called.

He sighed and looked at the floor.

"I knew that. Sorry."

"Hey, Jack," Mr. Gordon said, coming on to the stage joining him. "Let's take a break. You look tired. Go get some fresh air. We'll do it again in 5. And I need to see the sound crew down here for a minute!" He looked back at Jack and smiled at him. "You're doing great."

"Thanks," Jack said quietly.

"Now, for the next scene, I want you to think back to your first kiss. Close your eyes and think about it. The girl, how you felt, what was happening around you, relive it all in your head. Even that funny feeling you get in your stomach. And the amazement that hits you afterwards. I want you to translate that to the audience. Make them feel that. Through your voice or your movements, however you can. This is your big moment. We see Jim and all his naivete and inexperience, but we love him for it. Think about it," Mr. Gordon gave him a pat on the back and then moved over to the wing.

Jack stayed where he was for a few moments, then he moved over to the door and made his way out to the cool breezes that blew out behind the school. He sat on a bench and thought.

"Jack?" a voice asked over his shoulder.

He turned to see Molly there, looking at him anxiously.

"Hey, Molly."

"I know you're supposed to be getting into character and all that stuff, but I have to leave in a little while and I need to talk to you about something before I go."

"Sure," he said, looking at the ground. "Go ahead."

"Well, with all these rehearsals and us having to do some serious kissing soon, I thought we should get this tension between us out of the way. It may hinder our acting ability or something. Anyway, I wanted to apologize about putting you in the middle with that Pacey issue. I didn't know at the time that he was dating anyone, least of all your sister, and I just needed to talk. But I've got it all figured out now. It was just one of those crushes, you know? I mean, isn't that what high school is for? And he and Andie seem to be really happy, so I'm just going to let it go." She sat down beside him and looked at him, waiting for his approval.

He gave it with a small smile. "Sure. I understand."

"Good, because since Maggie and Jack fall in love and all that, I wouldn't want us to be hating each other and you have to go grab the Scope after every kissing scene to get the feel of me off of you."

"Don't worry. It's fine."

"Really? Because you're just, I mean, you're a little quiet about it," she said.

"Yea, I'm not always a really vocal person."

"Oh," she said. She knew from his face that something was on his mind. "What are you thinking about?"

"Just how you're a better person than me."

She laughed. "Yea, right Jack. You're the nicest guy I know. You're so polite and courteous and giving and--"

"But not when it comes to relationships," he said, shaking his head. "Last year, I had a thing for Joey just like you had one for Pacey. But instead of stepping aside like I should've and respecting her relationship with Dawson, I jumped in and kissed her. At the time, it seemed like a reasonable thing to do, but now I think about it and wonder if it was the right thing. In an indirect way, it caused their breakup. And then I got Joey, only to drop the whole gay bomb on her and give her even more problems than she already had."

"I don't think it was your fault, Jack. One kiss isn't enough to ruin a relationship."

"No," he replied, "Not the kiss itself, but what comes after. Those feelings of guilt and you start distancing yourself from them and it puts a wedge between you and makes it that much easier to tear things apart."

Molly was silent. She was sure Pacey hadn't told anyone about what had happened between them, but Jack's words cut her to the core. It was as if they were intended for her. "So," she said finally, "you ready for Jim's big speech?"

"Yea, I think so," he said.

"I think Gordon will let us out after that. And tomorrow we do all of Act 2. Which means we're going to have to work on our kissing mechanics between now and then."

He laughed. "Okay, kissing practice tomorrow during lunch, deal?"

"Deal," she said, with a nod.

Joey approached Dawson's house with caution. She didn't even know why she'd come. Maybe it was in hopes that he'd actually notice her today. As she got closer, she saw Jen closing the front door behind her.

"Joey, hey." Jen called out.

"Hi," Joey said reluctantly. She knew there was nothing between Dawson and Jen, but knowing the two of them were alone together was enough to make her green with jealousy.

"You here to check out the script?" Jen asked, waving a large stack of papers she held.

"It's finished?" Joey questioned.

"Yea, he got the first draft done about a half hour ago. He called me to take a look at it and give him some feedback." Joey could feel herself getting mad. So Dawson had called Jen but not her? Was she not good enough for him anymore? Did her opinion not matter? But Jen's would, of course, the sophisticated New Yorker. She must have something important to say.

"Oh, well I'll have to take a look," she said, casually.

"Well, he's really excited about it. He's already talking about filming."

"Oh really?"

"We're thinking we may start in as early as a month from now," Jen said, starting to feel that familiar scrutiny of Joey's eyes.

"I assume 'we' is you and Dawson?" Joey asked.

"I'm his producer."

"Oh. Well, I have to go talk to him now. I'll see you later," Joey said, as she made her way to the ladder. She perched atop the roof, watching Jen enter her house. Once she'd closed the door, Joey felt safe entering through the window.

Jen hadn't been in the house for more than 5 minutes when a knock came on the door. She figured it was Joey, and reluctantly made her way to the door, bracing herself for a catty comment.

Instead, she opened the door to find a long-haired brunette, dressed up in a stylish leather jacket, sunglasses on the edge of her nose.

"Can I help you?" Jen asked.

"Jenny! It's me!" The girl cried, pulling off her sunglasses.

Jen gasped in surprise. "Lane! What are you doing here?"

"Oh I can't believe it's you, Jen!" She quickly caught up Jen in a tight hug. She pulled back and looked at her. "It's been so long! How have you survived out here? It's practically in the middle of nowhere. There's not a mall in a 20 mile radius!" The girl smiled. "I was joking."

"Yea, I got it." Jen said, with a half-smile. What was Lane doing here?

"It is quaint, though. Nice and New-Englandy. Little stream and everything."

"Lane, come on in. I'm sorry, I'm just so surprised, I'm floored."

"Yea, I know you weren't expecting me. But I wanted to surprise you. Your parents gave me your address. I have big news." Lane pulled her over to the couch.

"What is it?" Jen asked hesitantly.

"Well, my parents moved to Switzerland, and--"


"Yea, and I obviously had no desire to go. So..." she smiled.

"So?" Jen asked.

"They let me get an apartment!"

"They did!!"

"And I already have one roommate and she's a complete psycho, and I wanted to know if you would come move in with me. I know it's been a while, but we were really close, you know? I'm sorry I didn't write you or anything, but when I needed a roommate, I could only think of one person: the biggest party girl in the Northeast United States, the one and only Jen Lindley."

"Wow. I, I don't know what to say."

"Say yes! It's gonna be sooo fun. Partying everynight. Our own pad, just like we always wanted."

"I think I'm going to have to think about it. You don't mind, do you?"

Lane smiled, kindly. "No. Course not. I have a room at a B&B a few miles away and I figured I could spend the week down here anyway. You can think about it for a while."

"Great. I really appreciate it," Jen said.

"Okay, so you have got to fill me in with what's going on!" Lane said.

The door opened and both of their heads turned to see Jack walk in. He stopped and smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, Jen. Who's this?"

"Um, this is my friend Lane, from New York. I told you about her. And Lane, this is Jack."

"Hi," Lane said.

"Yea, hi to you to. I would love to stay and chat, but I've got to call my Dad. I'll be down in a while, okay Jen?"


"It was nice to meet you, Lane," he said.

"You too. Pleasure."

After he walked away, Lane turned to Jen with wide eyes. "Is *he* your boyfriend? He's gorgeous!!"

"No, he's actually gay. But he's a really close friend of mine," Jen said.

"Okay, you've got beans to spill," Lane said.

"Hey, Dawson," Joey said.

"Hey!" He replied, excitedly. He looked up at her with a smile. She felt herself loosen, knowing he was glad to see her.

"I hear you finished your script."

"Yea, I did. Do you... do you want to look at it for me? I'd really appreciate it, Jo. You know that I really really want to know what you think. Your opinion is the one I value most."

"Is it?" she asked. She let some anger creep into her voice, hoping to get his attention. She did. He looked up at her, drawing his eyebrows close together.

"What are you talking about, Jo, of course it is."

"Well, Jen is your producer, isn't she? Shouldn't you care about her opinion?"

Dawson stood up, casting the papers aside. "Jen isn't my producer. Where'd you get that idea?"

"She told me," Joey said lightly, taking a side glance at Dawson to see his reaction.

"Jen doesn't know what she's talking about," he said.

"She certainly seems to. After all, you did give her the script first."

"Well, this morning, I told her she could help out. I mean, she was essential to the success of Creek Daze," he said.

"She seems to think that means she's your producer."

"Maybe she will be, I don't know," Dawson said, sitting down again.

"What about me? Aren't I supposed to be behind the camera with you? Didn't we do this as a team before?"

"But Joey, you bailed on Creek Daze. I had to have Jen help out."

"Look, Dawson, I know that we were not on the best terms during your last movie, but things are different now. They're back to the way they were. I can be your producer again and Jen can be the makeup girl," she said.

"I don't know, I want to be fair, Jo. I think you both have a right to it, but I can't just make my decision at the drop of a hat. I need to think about it, and give the job to the person best suited for it. I have to be fair."

She sighed. "Fine, Dawson. Be fair! What do I care? I don't want to be your stupid producer anyway."

She bolted for the window. Dawson watched her go, powerless to bring her back. He lay back on the bed and ran his hands through his hair dejectedly.

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That's it for now. Hope it was worth the wait. I'll do my best to finish part 8 soon. :) Yea, I know, I added another new character. Get over it. Who will Dawson choose as his producer? Will Jen go with Lane and leave Jack in the dust? And what's up with Andie and Pacey? Find out in part 8.
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