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| Yeah absolutely, i'm loving this too! :D
I understand what you mean by including dawson...if PJ never broke up after season 4, i think joey would have forever wondered "what if" she had decided to be with dawson instead of leaving with pacey in "True Love". She needed to be with dawson after season 4 in order to realize that pacey was and had always been the one for her :D |
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| WoW!!! That was great,..no FANTASTIC is more like it. I loved it, more please! :D :D :D |
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| My god people....leave the girl alone about the kiss and D/J :lol: .....she's writing the inbetween....the parts that were left out....I think it will be very comforting to us P/J'ers too.....she's not rewriting the story, she's staying true to it...the best kind of fanfic :wink: :) :D |
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| slyn, i'm back 5 minutes and you're already making me cry...
seriously, i can't say i'll ever be happy with what happened in coda, but you did a damn excellent job of making it make sense
so thank you, for curing the screwed-up, twisted little thing which us p/jers know as Coda- the D/J episode of season 4
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| Aww thanks PJ. Glad you are back...I hope you had a great trip.
Thanks Sugarless for having my back. :D I didn't like the kiss either - but I feel much better about it now that I wrote it this way.
Thank you for all the words of encouragement! I hope you like my next chapter the Bostonians...remember I am trying to get into Joey's head, not rewrite history. I do add in some extras that I thought were missing tho....so P/J fans should find some happiness in season 5, even without a P/J reunion.
I will be posting it soon...I just need to have it read over first. But here is a little snippet from that chapter. I hope it makes the P/Jers a little happy.
[b:afa8c4eae0]--------excerpt from Ch. 2 All In My Head - The Bostonians---------[/b:afa8c4eae0]
[i:afa8c4eae0]How about Bora Bora? What do you know about Bora Bora?[/i:afa8c4eae0] Jack always comes up with the most over the top scenarios whenever we play this [i:afa8c4eae0]"Where in World is Pacey San Diego"[/i:afa8c4eae0] game. It seems like whenever we three get together, our conversation always manages to end up about Pacey. He is starting to become this almost mythological figure in our lives. It feels like it has been so long since we have seen or heard from him, that we are beginning to question whether he ever truly existed in our world. At least that is what I am beginning to think.
[i:afa8c4eae0]Is Bora Bora in the Caribbean?[/i:afa8c4eae0] Jen is the exact opposite of Jack. Her feet are always firmly rooted in reality. In her mind, Pacey never veers off his charted course in the Caribbean. She really needs to get a fantasy life. I guess real life in NYC is so exciting that fantasies are unnecessary. Those of us who spent our formative years stuck in the insular community of Capeside, Mass, needed all the fantasies our little minds could muster.
[i:afa8c4eae0]Maybe he’s gone Kurtz.[/i:afa8c4eae0] Jack gets too into this game. His eyes are lighting up like a kid on Christmas, just imagining the adventures of Pacey. I wonder if his zeal has more to do with all the sailor boys Pacey is working with on the yacht, than the allure of lush tropical ports that Pacey is probably visiting.
[i:afa8c4eae0]Kurtz? Brando, Apocalypse Now?[/i:afa8c4eae0] Thanks to Dawson and our lame social lives, my knowledge of useless movie trivia nearly rivals his.
[i:afa8c4eae0]Yeah! Leader of this rag tag band of ex-patriots from some tropical island you can’t find on the map.[/i:afa8c4eae0] I bet the ex-patriots are shirtless, tanned, and have perfectly ripped abs. Right Jack?
[i:afa8c4eae0]Or maybe he’s back in Capeside. Or Boston.[/i:afa8c4eae0] I guess I was wrong Jen has just as much of an imagination as Jack. That may be the most far fetched location I have heard yet. Pacey would never come back here, when he has the open seas at his fingertips. Besides he has made it clear to all of us, when he never wrote or called, that there is nothing he wants to come back to.
[i:afa8c4eae0]Well, wherever Pacey is, I hope he’s happy.[/i:afa8c4eae0] I can never bring myself to offer any suggestions when Jack, Jen and I play this game. They always manage to concoct these exotic fantasies about Pacey exploring uncharted isles or planting his "flag" on loads of unsuspecting native girls. I can only bring myself to interject witty commentary about their theories. I don't want to think of him that clearly. I don't want to try to figure out how he is spending his time in reality. My Pacey is quite content living in my dreams. He is firmly planted on the deck of the True Love, forever sailing the blue waters that nestle the Florida coast.
I have never told anyone how often my thoughts migrate to Pacey throughout the day. On the outside, I am completely well adjusted, healed from the break-up from hell, and looking toward a future with Dawson. All that is pretty much true. It is just that there is a part of me that won't let go. I had an incredible relationship with a guy who completely changed my world. Something in me can't forget it. So in the safety of my dreams, I allow myself to imagine life if it went according to our plans. I imagine that life could actually be dicated to follow a certain course, if that course was wanted badly enough. No one wanted it as badly as Pacey and me.
In my private version of [i:afa8c4eae0]"Where In the World is Pacey San Diego?"[/i:afa8c4eae0] I live the life we dreamed. I can see it all vividly.
[i:afa8c4eae0]We are here in Boston, sharing a cheap apartment that just happens to have amazing architectural details, so with a few coats of paint and some rescued furniture, it is transformed from a slummy crack den to a place that even Ross and Rachel would gladly call home. Pacey has a job at the marina where he gets to spend his days working on boats, while I attend classes at Worthington. At night, we eat dinner together, sharing all the details of our day. He always volunteers to wash the dishes so I can study, and I always give him a massage on the couch while he watches ESPN SportsCenter.
We cuddle up in our bed, my head resting on his chest, his hands stroking my hair, lulling me to sleep. Then he shifts position to lightly cup my chin, urging my head upwards so he can look into my eyes. His lips meet mine with a soft, gentle pressure, like he is urging me to have a restful sleep and only sweet dreams. His kiss is an assurance of that. As he pulls away he gives me that look, the one he gives me after every kiss. The look that says if the world were to end at this moment, he would be complete and satisfied, because he has spent his life loving me. I know what the look means, because I am giving him the same one. Without words we make promises for the present and future, completely sure that they will never be broken......[/i:afa8c4eae0]
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OK there was the little sneak peek. I hope you liked it and will read the whole chapter when I post it. |
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