Show Me the Meaning Of Being Lonely Part Two by: Tiffany

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Stars illuminated the night's sky. It was the kind of night where you swore you could see every star in the universe. Dawson Leery looked down at one of the open suitcases on his bed. The faint sound of music coming from the stereo on the bureau at the other side of the room. It was packing night. Tomorrow he would going back to Capeside after spending the summer in Philadephia with his mother.

He lifted his eyes and looked around the place that had become his room for three months. He had come with just a few things from home and his clothes and thought that would be enough. But he soon realized if he was going to be spending time here off and on from school, the result of his parents' separation, it would have be made into a room and not just a play to stay. So, over the summer he bought some posters for a few of movies he saw over the summer. As he looked over the room he had to admit it did feel a little like his room in Capeside. Dawson smiled "just add a few posters and all is well".

"Knock, knock," a voice said.

Dawson turned around. Mrs. Leery stood in the doorway. "Hi, Mom."

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Sure." Dawson replied. "Just getting ready for tomorrow."

Mrs. Leery walked into the room, wearing jeans and tee shirt, her hands stuffed in the pockets. "The time went by quick, didn't it?"

Dawson zipped up one of the suitcases. "Yeah it did. Funny, when I first got here, I wanted to be on the first plane back to Capeside. And now I think I might actually miss it here."

Gail sighed gratefully. She didn't know what the divorce felt like from Dawson's point-of-view, but she surprised and happy at how he had been taking it. "I'm glad. Atleast I know dragging you here next time won't be an option."

Dawson laughed a little and then looked up at his mom. She was happy..but not. He knew she loved her new job, the opportunity to do more things with her career that otherwise wouldn't have happened on a local television station in Capeside, but there was something else. She had gone out with a few guys since their arrival, which at first had angered him to no end, producing endless arguements with her. But as time passed, he realized that it was something she needed to do. She had to move on. He had to admit, some of them were nice, they even reminded him of his dad, their ambitions and mannerisms. He knew she was looking for something familiar to Mitch.

"I called your father." Gail started after a moment. "He said he will pick you up at the station."

Dawson nodded. "Great."

Gail looked over her son. She couldn't believe the change she saw in him over the summer. It wasn't just a physically change either. Sure, he had grown a little taller and facial hair was more noticable these days, but it was the emotional change that was more prominent. She came to Philadelphia with a confusioned anxious and angry young man, and he was leaving calmer and more at ease. It was good to see. Dawson might never admit it, but the time in Philadelphia was the best thing for him. It gave him some exposure and direction to his passion for filmmaking and gave him a break from the things in Capeside that were plaguing him. It would be easier for him to go back with a clear head and able to deal with situations there .

"Well, I'll let you finish up here. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

"Need any help?" Dawson asked. He was no culinary chef, but he could boil water atleast.

"No, all set," Gail shook her head and walked out of the room.

Dawson turned back to packing. One suitcase down, another to go. He walked over to the bureau, opened another drawer, and took out more clothes. He turned the knob on the stereo to raise the volume. He continued to pack for another 15 minutes. And finally, everything was done.

Dawson reached into his pocket and opened it. Inside was his last paystub from the station, a few dollars in cash, and his bus ticket. On the other side were his pictures. One picture of his parents from a few years ago that he had taken. It was summertime, and his father was at the barbeque grilling steak lip-locked with his wife who was holding a bowl of potato salad. Dawson smiled. It was a nice memory of happier times and despite the separation, he decided to keep it.

He flipped to the next picture. It was Pacey and Andie leaning against the lockers at school both with smiles on their faces, heads just touching. It was a sweet photo of them. Andie really had quite an effect on Pacey during the better half of the year. There was a change in him...and then again he was still the same wise-cracking guy he always was...just mellowed a little.

Next picture made him laugh. It was Jen and Jack. Not a couple photo...a roomates photo. He had taken this picture just a month before leaving for Philly. It was around that time that Jack had moved into Jen and Gram's house because Andie and his father had gone back to Rhode Island. Both had found what they needed in each other, the acceptance for who they were and not judged.

Dawson paused before turning the next page. He knew what was there. Finally, he turned the page. It was Joey...his Joey. He smiled softly at it. This photo made his heart leap every time and the funny thing was, was how simple it was. .She was dressed very simply in jeans and a sweater. Her long brown hair hanging down, and her arms folded in front of her and her signature half-grin. It was the image of her he always carried in his head. Just Joey...simple and beautiful. His very best friend...the girl who would always and forever hold the key to his heart.

Dawson closed his wallet.

"Dawson, dinner's ready." Gail called from down the hall.

"Be right there," he answered back.

Dawson smiled again. I'm coming home. And with that, he headed to the kitchen.

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