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The Answer Hangs in the Stars


Part 10

Written By: Cat
Rating: G
Summary: Dawson's Creek goes through some changes.

Disclaimer: I am not in any way affilated with the show.
I don't not own any of the characters from the show. I do
own rights to any characters I have made up. No copy rght
infirgment intended.

Cloey sighed with relief as she finished her long story. "So, basically, he made my life a living hell. I just couldn't take it anymore. The only way out was New York," she said with a shrug. "Clo, I would have never wished that on anyone, especially not you," Dawson said squeezing her hand. All the beautiful brunette could do was bury her face in his shoulder. She felt exhausted, but a weight had been taken off her shoulders: she could be totally honest with Dawson now. ***Flashback*** Cloey cringed, dreading the searing pain she knew would come. She tensed, and when his balled fist connected with her jaw it was almost to much to bear. She felt unconsciousness starting to overcome her, but just as she was about to sink into the soft black waves of oblivion she felt another hit. This one connected with her lower lip, and the agony jerked her back to reality, she brought her hand to her mouth. It came away covered in blood, dark sticky red blood, yet all she could do was look up at him in mute appeal. She knew she could not scream; he would only hit harder. She simply dealt with each blow as it came, holding emotion inside. Finally, he was finished. He wrapped her in a warm hug that was almost obscene in its tender affection and kissed the top of her head. She brushed away tears as he said goodnight. "Dear God..." she thought as she clenched her pillow tightly. What could she do? He was a monster, and he had taken her virginity and her self-respect, but she could see no way to get away from him. Then, a thought crept into her mind. There was always that New York offer... Seconds before she was overcome by pain and sank into unconsciousness, Cloey made herself a promise: tomorrow she would start taking her life back. Starting with New York. ***Present Day*** School was back and the year was in full swing. The days were getting shorter, but Cloey and Dawson didn't even notice...they spent so much time together, Jen decided, that they weren't even thinking of anyone or anything else, much less changing seasons. Cloey was staying over at Dawson's almost every night, even weeknights, and Jen was getting suspicious. Even Joey had never spent that much time with Dawson. "So, are you guys up for a movie tonight?" she asked, sipping her latte. "Haven't you learned by now that Dawson's always up for a movie?" Cloey said, smiling. Dawson only grinned at the two. "Guilty as charged." "So, how about 'Shakespeare in Love'?" Jen asked. At her friends' nods, she said, "Great. The show's at eight. Pacey and I will meet you guys there." She walked away, content that her plan was set. Later that evening.... "Cloey! Dawson's here for you!" Bessie called. Cloey emerged wearing a pair of jeans and a white tank top. Even in simple clothes she still looks gorgeous, Dawson thought. "Ready?" he queried, forcing himself to relax. "Always," she replied, taking his hand. When Jen and Pacey failed to show up after twenty minutes, Cloey and Dawson decided to go into the theater without them. They quickly purchased tickets and then popcorn, then found seats in the back of the movie. There was hardly anyone else there, and Cloey tensed in mixed anticipation and dread of two hours spent so close to Dawson. Suddenly, two hands came over her eyes. She jumped, turning quickly, only to discover that it was Dawson. He laughed. "I could always get Joey, too." "Yeah,but I'm not Joey," she said, getting slightly agitated. "Besides. I've been stalked, remember?" "How could I ever forget?" he said, climbing over the seat. Cloey frowned. What a typical guy, never able to say "I'm sorry." All during the movie Dawson couldn't help but think about Cloey. He had been so sure he loved Joey, but he was beginning to care about Cloey just as much if not more. Was it possible to love two people at once? He cautiously put his arm around her and she didn't even notice. He smiled to himself. If he'd have done that with Joey before they'd started going out she would have given him a look that could kill. Cloey was much calmer, taking things cooly, though she did have Joey's sarcasm. Ugh. This was getting confusing. Dawson totally forgot about the movie as he struggled with his internal conflict of which Potter girl to choose. About half way through the movie, Cloey became bored. The movie was good, and Joseph Fiennes was definitely worth watching, but she had already seen the premiere and really didn't feel like seeing the story unfold again. She glanced casually over at Dawson, realizing that he wasn't even watching the film. She grinned slyly and casually picked up a handful of popcorn. Dawson didn't even see it coming until the popcorn hit him square in the face. Dawson returned the fire with a handful of popcorn as well. Cloey laughed and threw more. Soon there was popcorn flying in every direction. Dawson raised his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay, I admit defeat," he said hanging his head in shame. "I knew you'd see it my way," she said placing her hands on her hips. "Not so fast," he replied, chasing after her. Cloey laughed as she ran quickly away from him. Her platform sandals, however, didn't help much as far as speed was concerned. Dawson quickly caught her by the waist and swung her around to face him. "Didn't Joey ever tell you I don't accept defeat easily?" he asked breathily. Cloey laughed. "Didn't Joey ever tell you that I don't take being captured easily either?" she said as she maneuvered out of his grasp. Dawson grinned. "Well, my lady, if you'll come willingly then, your carriage awaits," he said, offering her his back. He carried her out of the theater and into the middle of Capeside. They started home just like that. When they reached the ladder, Dawson sat her down on one of the legs and turned around to face her. "So, are you going to move so we can get up there or are you going to sit here all night?" Dawson asked jokingly. "Oh, I think I'll just sit here awhile. You know, look at the stars," Cloey said looking up into the night sky. Dawson smirked, then grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down in front of him. He tried to read her eyes, but they were a closed book. Another difference from Joey's honest, up-front personality. Cloey quickly looked away from Dawson's stare. You've got to stop this fantasizing, she told herself sternly. She finally found her voice. "Will you take me home, Dawson?" she asked. "Sure," he said with a slightly disappointed smile. As Dawson drove her home, he wondered exactly what he was feeling. She was always in his thoughts, and in his dreams even more every night. Was this love, or just pure and simple lust? Cloey gazed out over the creek and then up at the night sky. She wondered what she was going do do, what she could do, about her mixed-up feelings. Suddenly-- "Dawson, stop!" she cried breathlessly. He slammed on the brakes, and turned toward her. She pointed towards the sky. "A shooting star!" she exclaimed, excited. "Quick, make a wish." Dawson closed his eyes and silently wished. Cloey couldn't help but glance over at him as she made hers.