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| Okay, so this only took like forever, but here's a new installment of my own 7th season. Not particularly proud of this because I wrote the first two pages a LONG time ago and wrote the remainder in like an hour. But I wanted to use the time that I had because I knew it wouldn't always be there.
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| (Scene: Pacey’s lying on his couch. He’s drooling and mumbling something incoherent when Andie comes up carrying a tray with breakfast on it.)
Andie: Wake up, sleepyhead.
(Pacey groggily shoos her away.)
Andie: C’mon.
Pacey: No, it’s early.
Andie: It’s eleven.
Pacey: That’s early. I work afternoons.
Andie: Get up!
(Pacey finally opens his eyes and sees the food that Andie has prepared. He smiles and then sits up.)
Pacey: Okay, this will get me up.
(He eyes the food and continues to get happier.)
Pacey: Eggs, bacon, toast—white, not wheat, orange juice, and coffee? I thought breakfasts like this were only on commercials for Denny’s.
(He starts to attack his food but then holds up.)
Pacey: Wait a minute. Do you know how to cook?
(Andie sits down beside him.)
Andie: You don’t have to own a restaurant to have culinary expertise.
Pacey: Yes, but I remember when you made me that chicken one night and I spent all night in the bathroom with my head hanging in the toilet and the following week without the energy to move. Food poisoning isn’t a pretty thing.
Andie: I’ve come a long way. Just try.
(Pacey takes a bite of the eggs and then nods approvingly.)
Pacey: Well, it’s swallowed and I’m not dead, so, yeah, it’s good.
(He starts eating again while Andie leans back and smiles at him.)
Pacey: What? Do you want some of this?
Andie: No, I was just thinking about last night.
Pacey: You enjoyed it, then?
Andie: So much so. It’d been a while.
Pacey: I could tell as much by the look on your face.
Andie: Well, when you stay busy all the time, it’s hard to make time. Plus the long trip back to Capeside.
Pacey: Andie, really, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you could enjoy yourself.
Andie: Well, I hope you did, too.
Pacey: No, I did. Nothing like having your ex-girlfriend in your bed because your current girlfriend decides that she’s going to stay at her sister’s B&B to take care of a fictional sick nephew.
Andie: Alex isn’t fictional.
Pacey: No, but his sickness is.
Andie: How do you know?
Pacey: Just trust me. I don’t want to get into it now. I just want to eat this wonderful breakfast that you’ve prepared for me in silence and complain about Joey a little bit later.
Andie: Okay, fair enough. But you will explain later?
Pacey: Of course. Your return to Capeside and the fact that you’re staying at my place isn’t just a coincidence. God brought you here to hear me complain.
Andie: Well that’s why I’m here.
Pacey: From what I can tell about last night, that’s not all you’re here for.
(There are footsteps and both Pacey and Andie look and a man comes out of the bedroom. He’s a tall, good-looking blonde guy.)
Andie: Carter, you’re up!
Carter: It’s too early.
Andie: It’s eleven.
Carter: I work afternoons.
(He heads into the kitchen and pours himself a cup of coffee. Pacey looks at Andie and smiles.)
Andie: Yeah, I married a guy who’s just like you, big deal. You do have some endearing personality traits.
Pacey: Looks like he had fun last night, too.
Andie: Like I said, we’re busy a lot. We needed that 14 hours of sleep.
Pacey: Just wash my sheets please.
(Scene: Jack is sitting in a hospital waiting room. A nurse approaches him.)
Nurse: You can see him now.
Jack: Thanks.
(Jack enters a room and we find Chris lying in a hospital bed. He looks healthy, but tired.)
Jack: Not the way I wanted to spend my Saturday away from students.
Chris: Not really mine either.
Jack: I tried to come last night, but they told me that since I wasn’t family, I had to come back today.
Chris: They should have let you in. My family didn’t even show.
Jack: They didn’t?
Chris: No, they didn’t. That’s why I called you. Or had a friend call you. I know it’s not really a part of the teacher/student contract, but I didn’t think you’d mind…well, I hoped you wouldn’t.
Jack: I don’t, at all. I’m honored, Chris. But you’ve got to tell me what’s up. Why would you try to hurt yourself?
Chris: Because I’m sick of stuff.
Jack: Of stuff? Like what, life?
Chris: Yeah, I guess so. That’s pretty much it. I just hate life sometimes.
Jack: Why?
Chris: I don’t know, didn’t you ever hate life when you were a teenager?
Jack: Every day. But I watched so many people I love try to hurt themselves. It’s not the answer. It never is. There has to be something more to this. No one just overdoses. You can tell me anything.
Chris: How can I trust that you won’t tell my family?
Jack: You can’t. I have to use my discretion on everything. And if it’s something that your family deserves to know, then it’s something I’ll tell.
Chris: You’re so damn honest.
Jack: I was a Boy Scout.
Chris: Fine. You want to know the truth?
Jack: Yes. I do. Because I think I can help you. Whatever it is.
Chris: Mr. McPhee…
Jack (interrupting): …call me Jack here.
Chris: Jack…I’m gay.
(Jack opens his eyes wide, swallows hard, and then looks around for support from someone but realizes that he’s the only one in the room. He turns his attention back to Chris whose eyes are filling up with tears.)
(Scene: Dawson’s room. Dawson is sitting at his computer with a stack of scripts next to him. He’s looking through them and then typing notes on his computer. There’s a knock, and he looks up to find Joey standing in the doorway. He motions for her to come in.)
Dawson: Hey, Jo. What’s up?
Joey: Andie’s back.
Dawson: Oh yeah? Have you seen her? How’s she look?
Joey: She slept with Pacey last night.
(Dawson jumps up, knocking a few scripts off of his desk, and runs over to Joey who is visibly shaken. She begins to tremble. Dawson grabs her by the shoulders.)
Dawson: What are you talking about?
Joey: They slept together. In our bed.
Dawson: You walked in on them?
Joey: No, but I walked up to the house last night, after meeting you and when I looked in the bedroom window, there was Andie in bed with Pacey. I think.
Dawson: You think?
Joey: Well, I didn’t actually see his face, but Dawson, it was our bed. Pacey’s been at a distance lately…it just all adds up.
Dawson: That’s crazy.
Joey: Is it?
Dawson: It’s monumentally crazy. There has to be some other explanation.
Joey: I don’t know, Dawson…I don’t know. I just…I just…God, Dawson, what if it was him, though? Where does that leave us?
Dawson: I don’t want to think about it. But I know Pacey. The guy makes mistakes, Jo, but he’s not a cheater. He’d never do that to you. Especially not with Andie.
Joey: So if it was some whore, he’d just do it? That doesn’t make me feel better.
Dawson: I mean that it was Andie that cheated on him. He’s been in that position before. He’s not going to try to rehash that stuff. Just believe me, Joey.
Joey: Dawson, what if it’s a mistake?
Dawson: Him sleeping with her?
Joey: Me and Pacey.
Dawson: Let’s not go there.
Joey: No, I mean, what if the fact that I’m questioning him means that he and I can’t be together because we can’t trust each other.
Dawson: You’re reading way too much into this. Way too much.
Joey: I don’t know.
Dawson: Joey, you are. Look, would I be telling you this if I didn’t believe it? When was the last time I pushed the two of you together?
Joey: I just want assurance that everything’s perfect.
Dawson: You’ll never get it. The only assurance we can get in this life is to know that we struggle. We fall and we crawl, we rarely stand up. Our lives are full of so much more adversity than pleasure. And that’s the only fact that you can live by. But even as you fall, you fall forward. When you crawl, you crawl ahead.
Joey: Didn’t Sam say that to Colby last season?
(Dawson laughs and then shakes his head in frustration.)
Dawson: Jo, I’ve only got so much advice in me. And I get paid for giving advice to fictional people. So you just have to take rehash.
Joey: I love you, Dawson. Don’t ever forget that. Thank you.
Dawson: I do what I can.
(Scene: Jack is outside. He walks forward and arrives at a tombstone. It’s Jen’s tomb. He stands in front of it.)
Jack: I’m back. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get back to you. Things are just hectic sometimes, you know? I wish I could be here more. I really wish you could be here more. But life is unfair like that sometimes. That’s okay, though. Um, Amy’s doing well. You’d be amazed at how much she’s grown. I think I saw a little toddler boy giving her the eye the other week. She’s so beautiful. Grams is okay. She’s tired, I think, from just everything, but she’s hanging in there. I guess she’s been here recently, huh? God, she’s got the most beautiful taste in flowers. Look at these. You definitely don’t deserve this. No, ha, I’m just kidding.
Look, I’m not here just to ramble, to waste my time, to disturb your peace, or anything, but I have something I need to talk to you about. You know, I’ve spent so much of my life trying to fix this town, reeducate it, make it better, just whatever. But I haven’t. I thought that by now people would be accepting of themselves, that people would be able to embrace the qualities that they have. But it’s not like that, and I’ve learned that in the toughest possible way this week.
Remember, Barbara Johns? Yeah, you’re lucky to get away from her, that’s for sure. Turns out I know her nephew. He’s in a class of mine. He overdosed yesterday. He told me today that he did it because he’s gay, and he’s afraid to come out because of how his family would react. Can you believe it? Someone who would rather die than embrace their self? It just seems wrong, doesn’t it? But that’s it. And I guess that’s why I’m here, Jen. To ask for your advice. You always challenged me to the greatest point. You dared me to accept myself. That’s why I loved you. But I don’t know how you did what you did. I don’t know how you got me to believe in who I was, and so the more I try to make this kid accept who he is, the more lost I feel. I have to let him know that no matter what, he’ll be okay. I have to step in, Jen, but I don’t know how. God I wish you were here.
I’ll let you be now, but if something comes to you, would you let me know? We have to fix this somehow. Too many kids grow up like you and I did. I’m sorry to bother you. You deserve to sleep. I miss you, Jen. I miss you more every day. People say it’ll get easier, that every day is a little less painful, but it’s not for me. I miss you more now than I did five minutes ago. But I’m glad you’re here for me. Thank you. I love you.
(Jack turns and walks off.)
(Scene: Dawson is at Mitch’s gravesite. He sits in front of the headstone.)
Dawson: I’m a TV writer. Spielberg has read two of my feature scripts, and is giving them both consideration. Dad, life just, it just works right now. I wish you were here to see me. I think you’d be proud. Hell, who am I kidding? You’re here somewhere. I’d never have made it as far as I had without you. But even with all that I’ve got, I don’t know that I’ve got everything.
Yeah, it’s Joey. Still. I thought things were better. I honestly did. I’d accepted that I accepted Pacey and Joey. And then I come back to town and things get messed up again. Joey thinks Pacey’s cheating. I know that he’s not because I know Pacey, but I want him to. Kind of, at least. I keep telling myself not to want that. I can’t think of anything crueler. I should want them to be happy, and I do. I honestly do. But for them to be happy, I’ve had to sacrifice something special. I’ve got more, monetarily, then other of them. I’ve got more fame than either. I’m a name and they aren’t. But they’ve got each other and I just feel so incredibly sad when I think of that. I want them to be happy. I have to keep repeating that to hammer it home to myself. I don’t know what’s supposed to make me happier: my friends being happy or risking my friends to make myself happy? Because I could hurt them. It’s terrible that I know that isn’t it? It’s terrible that I’ve thought about it. I don’t want to, but it just seems so unfair. I write my show, and Sam and Colby are supposed to be together, but reality, it’s just not like that.
I’m rambling, I know. But it’s how I feel. I’m extremely conflicted. I’m torn apart. This life that I love is killing me. I’ve thought about going after Gretchen, trying to see if I can salvage anything there. God knows she’s the only real relationship I’ve ever had and that she made me into a person that others can respect. I’ve thought about going after Audrey. I guess she and I had a real relationship, too, even though what happened with us has been pretty much kept under wraps since it ended. Do I place too much emphasis on love? Is that even possible? There’s no greater aspiration than to have love in our lives, I’ve always heard, but is there a point where that aspiration gets so great that you harm yourself? I think that may be possible, and I think I may be suffering from that now. I thought everything I wanted was wrapped up in a credit after a film or television show, but it’s not. It’s great, Dad, but I want to be in love. I’ve spent so many years toeing that fine line between the love of my dream and love as my dream that I don’t know where I stand. I need your help, Dad. I need you to guide me somehow. Please, Dad.
I miss you, Dad. God, I miss you every day. I wish that I could see you or hear you or whatever. I hope you’re proud of me, though. I’m trying, Dad. I swear to you that I am. I love you.
(Dawson stands up and walks off the screen.)
(Scene: Joey approaches her mother’s tombstone and drops a bouquet of flowers. She squats down.)
Joey: I won’t take long, Mom. I promise. I know you’re busy sleeping and trying to plan the next way to keep me safe, but while you do that, can you just listen to me?
I’m torn, Mom. And this time, it’s not between Dawson and Pacey. It’s between love and reality. Mom, I struggled so long with this choice. I struggled so long trying to find out where I belonged and how I was supposed to get there. And I thought I’d figured out all that. It seemed so simple. But I suppose our dreams are always more idealistic than reality could ever be. Love is such an idyllic place. But life’s not. And when you try to mesh love and life, it’s a 51-49 split, and life seems to win.
Mom, what if I made a mistake? Not in picking Pacey. It was never about a choice. At least not in the final years. But what if I made a mistake in believing that things could be perfect? What if I made a mistake in believing that I could trust Pacey? Worse yet, what if I made a mistake believing that I could believe in myself to trust Pacey? God, I’m so wordy. I can’t even think straight. I think Pacey might be cheating on me. Dawson said I’m crazy. I hope I am, but I realize that there’s the possibility that I’m not. The possibility that Pacey has decided that what we have isn’t strong enough. I don’t know. Things seemed perfect, but I’ve learned that things aren’t always as they seem in Capeside. I guess you knew that, huh?
I don’t even know what else I can possibly say. Just promise me, Mom, that you’ll keep watching me. That you’ll take care of me. I wish you were here to respond, but maybe you wouldn’t respond even if you were here. Maybe that’s what I need. To just talk. I love you. I’ll be back soon.
(Joey walks off.)
(Scene: Pacey approaches a grave and sits down. We don’t see what the tombstone says.)
Pacey: It’s been a while, huh, bud? I’ve been giving the American Cancer Society a little bit of my paycheck every month. It’s not much, but it probably helps. I hope it does, at least. I give some to all those hospitals you visited too. It’s even less, but everyone can use something, don’t you think?
I’m torn. Absolutely torn. How can you believe in something so strongly and find that it’s weaker than you could ever imagine? Yeah, it’s about her. Joey. She and I are together still, but I don’t know for how much longer. I think she’s been unfaithful to me. Unfaithful. Just the idea of that makes me sick. It absolutely tears my heart to pieces. But I saw her with Dawson. I saw her on a bed with Dawson, and I know she blew me off to see Dawson.
Maybe I was crazy to ever try to compete. Do you think so? Of course you do. It’s just like you to say that. But you don’t mean it. Maybe I was crazy to compete, but I thought I’d shown I could hold my own. Losing Joey was horrible the first time, but it was what I needed, and I somehow developed into a man who actually likes himself. But I don’t know if that’s the case now. If everything that I believed in, the relationship that I’ve spent years investing all my time and energy into, can just crumble, then what is there to like about myself? Am I just not that good?
This isn’t my Hamlet speech, don’t worry. I’ll still be here tomorrow, God willing, but I’m feeling terrible. Just terrible. I wish there was some fancy word, but there’s not. It’s only terrible. Because I love her. I love to be with her, to see her, to touch her. You’d think that after so many years of hearing her speak, that squeal of hers would drive me crazy, but it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The idea that I’ll see her or wake up next to her or kiss her…you just will never know what that does to me. I wish you did because that experience, that feeling…it’s unlike anything else. She gives me butterflies still. She gives me goosebumps. She gives me sweaty palms.
And she can still break my heart. I love her. I can’t give her up. God, what was I even thinking? I can’t let this end. Relationships that need saving are the ones worth saving, and this one definitely needs saving. I won’t let her go. I knew you’d be help.
I miss you, Buzz. I’m sorry I wasn’t around much for a while, but I’m glad we found each other again. And I’m glad you’re here. I love you, buddy. Stay put. I’m screwed up enough to know I’ll be back eventually. |
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| :cry: :cry: :cry:
that was beautiful Duke....
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ :cry:
nooooo! poor little buzz.
poor pacey :cry:
see duke, you made me cry. meanie :( |
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| WOW i would love to see more!! :D |
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| OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 8O 8O |
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