All She Wanted
Jul. 1st, 2022 03:35 pmTitle: All She Wanted
Fandom: Dawson's Creek
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters/Pairing: Dawson/Joey
Rating: G/K
Challenge: Amnesty 30: Umbrella
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: She didn't get what she wanted after all.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kevin Williamson, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sometimes she likes to walk without her umbrella, even in the pouring rain. She rarely breaks one open when there's a light drizzle coming down, but sometimes, like today, she likes to just tuck her head, wrap her arms around herself, and walk through the fat, heavy drops that remind her, in melancholy times, of tears. Sometimes, too often in fact, of her own tears.
Today is one such day, and as she walks through the heavy rain, her head tucked, she wonders where he is. She wonders with whom he's celebrating, or if he's even celebrating. She misses him. She misses Dawson Leery, her best friend and so much more, every day of her life.
She'll never voice it. She'll never voice her regrets. She'll never force him to come back to this place where dreams die and life stays dull and mundane. As she reaches home, only vaguely aware that there's a cop car trailing behind her, Joey touches the old wood that he fashioned into a fence. She'd said a white, picket fence was all she wanted.
Oh, what lies teenagers tell, especially when they're convinced they know the truth! Dawson, in truth, was all she wanted.
The End
Fandom: Dawson's Creek
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters/Pairing: Dawson/Joey
Rating: G/K
Challenge: Amnesty 30: Umbrella
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: She didn't get what she wanted after all.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kevin Williamson, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sometimes she likes to walk without her umbrella, even in the pouring rain. She rarely breaks one open when there's a light drizzle coming down, but sometimes, like today, she likes to just tuck her head, wrap her arms around herself, and walk through the fat, heavy drops that remind her, in melancholy times, of tears. Sometimes, too often in fact, of her own tears.
Today is one such day, and as she walks through the heavy rain, her head tucked, she wonders where he is. She wonders with whom he's celebrating, or if he's even celebrating. She misses him. She misses Dawson Leery, her best friend and so much more, every day of her life.
She'll never voice it. She'll never voice her regrets. She'll never force him to come back to this place where dreams die and life stays dull and mundane. As she reaches home, only vaguely aware that there's a cop car trailing behind her, Joey touches the old wood that he fashioned into a fence. She'd said a white, picket fence was all she wanted.
Oh, what lies teenagers tell, especially when they're convinced they know the truth! Dawson, in truth, was all she wanted.
The End