Last time on Mediocre Creek Theater...

They all looked up and saw the same thing Jen did. The clock had an unfortunate message.

Dawson: Oh My God! It's almost 5 o'clock!

Pacey: Yeah! We get to go home! Time to get away from this hell!

Joey: Pacey, you moron! Look at the pile of stories! We've hardly made a dent!

Pacey: So, what! What is Tringle gonna do! Keep us here forever?

All four of them looked at each other. Their attention turned to the door as the knob slowly began to turn.........

                     To be continued................

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The door opened and Ms. Tringle appeared at the door way. Her face twisted into an evil look when she saw the still large pile of stories.

Tringle: Well, well. I didn't think you could do it. I suppose you all know what this means.

The four looked at each other hoping that  it didn't mean what they thought it meant.

Tringle: It means that you must come back tommarow and so on until you finish all the stories. And you may wish to know that as you were reading today, I was on the web getting even more stories!

Dawson, Paey, Joey and Jen all groaned.

Tringle: Alright then, I will see you all tomarrow morning. And seeing as one of your little delinquent friends decided not to come today, you may have some more company.

They all tiredly walked out of the library, dreading tomarrow.

The next morning...

Dawson, Joey, Jen and Pacey were all sitting aroung the table looking up at the story pile which had seemed to double over night.

Dawson: So, I wonder who our new cellmate will be?

Before anyone could put in a guess the door opened and Ms. Tringle walked in practically dragging in the new victim.

Oh my God, said Dawson when he saw the victims face. The rest of the group offered simmilar greetings.

Joey: Damn it!

Pacey: Oh no. This cant be happening.

Jen: Shit.

The victim saw them and spoke.

Abby: Oh no. Really Ms. Tringle! I can't be here today! It's sunday! I should at home praying!

Tringle: Pray that you get these stories done Abby. Or you won't be seeing home for a long time.

Mrs tringle pushed Abby toward the table and then turned and walked away, locking the door behind her.

Abby with no other choice, sat down at the table.

Abby: Well, isn't this deja vu?

Pacey: Unfortuntely.

Dawson: Lets just start on the stories.

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Fanfic by: SweetDukie


disclaimer- Yeah, right. If I owned DC the show would be a full-time orgy.

Pacey: Isn't it already?


By-the-way, I hate Andie. She can just go ahead and kill herself for all I care. I have no sympathy for someone who stutters every 5 seconds.

Pacey: Well, thats too bad, because we have no sympathy for writers like you.

Jack's ok....but I liked it better when it was just the 4 of them.

Dawson: Tell me about it!

Let's begin.....
Jen: It's about time

It's a bright beautiful day in Capeside. Joey is climbing up Dawson's ladder in shorts and a tank top. She must be a complete idiot because it's the middle of winter.

Abby: I could agree with that.

DUH!!!!

Joey: Hey Daw-...

Dawson: JESUS CHIRST, JOEY!!!!! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A DOOR? DOESN'T YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A CARDBOARD BOX/HOUSE HAVE A DOOR???!!!! DAMN!!!!!!

Joey: My house isn't cardboard.

Abby: oh did you move up to plywood?

Joey: :::tears in her eyes::: Uhhh...bite me Dawson!!!!

Pacey: Good comeback.

:::Climbs out window sobbing. However, in her sad state, she missed a few steps on the ladder and falls, breaking her neck.

Joey: Help me....OOF!

Jen: Could she talk with a broken neck?

Pacey: Oh sorry, Jo. Didn't see you there, on the ground, bleeding.

Joey: How considerate.

By-the-way, your breasts are looking especially nice today. See ya

Jen: Figures he misses the blood but notices the boobs!

:::Pacey continues to walk to Dawson's. He sees Mrs. Leery working on her flower bed. He gives her a slap on the butt.::::

Dawson: What?!

Abby: Oh Dawson, don't be so shocked. I think they're perfect for each other. He likes older women, she likes to sleep around. Perfect match!
Pacey: Hey, Mrs. L.

Gail: :::giggling like a 12-year old.::: Why, Pacey.....

Dawson rolled his eyes.

:::Pacey walks into Dawson's house. Dawson is in the kitchen, drinking a glass of milk.:::

Dawson: It does a body good.

Pacey: :::Licking his lips:::: You have no idea!

Dawson: No! Not again. Can't they drop the gay thing? It's getting old!

:::Pacey takes Dawson's hand. Both smile sheepishly:::

:::Meanwhile, Jen is walking across Dawson's yard. She is smart, unlike Joey, because she is wearing jeans and a sweater.

Jen: Well, that would be the obvious choice in the middle of winter...

Although I am a girl, and NOT a lesbo, I think Jen is MUCH prettier than Joey. Joey is a bitch who can't stop rolling her eyes.:::::

Dawson: Is that jen speaking?

Joey: I think it is the author. bitch.

Jen: ::::sees Joey laying there.::: Joey!!!!

Joey: Jen, oh Jen!!!!

Joey: Finally some help!

Jen: Why you little bitch!!!!! :::Kicks Joey in the head, killing her. The world is a better place now.::::

Abby: I couldn't agree more.

THE END!!!!!!

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Abby : Ok I read a story. I'm leaving now. Have a good incarceration.

Dawson: Not so fast. You have to read all the stories.

Pacey: Besides, Tringle locked the door.

Abby: Damn. Why must God punish me by locking me up with you people?

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