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almost-miraculous combination of the girl she'd always been and something so different it had nearly knocked him over. It had been so unnerving that giving her a flower had felt daring and so risky, like tightrope-walking or jumping a motorcycle across the Grand Canyon.. He didn't think he'd ever really wanted her to stop being exactly that girl -- the girl who walked down from the porch, the girl with the daisy in her hand, the girl who hooked her fingers through his and smiled. Everything after that had just been his own effort to find that girl, wherever she'd gone, and bring her back. Don't go off with Pacey, don't get on the boat, come to California, come back to California -- it all meant the same thing. IIIt was a cry to the girl with the daisy in her hand to please come home. She's not coming home, he thought, looking at Joey and noticing how little she resembled the picture in his head anymore. "You look beautiful, Joey," he said warmly, pulling her a little closer and steering her through a slow turn. She smiled. "Thank you." "It's eleven-thirty," Chris said matter-of-factly, pouring himself another cup of coffee as he and Jen sat alone at what had been the dinner table. "In a half-hour, we turn into pumpkins, and this entire experience is bound to go up in a puff of smoke." She nodded slowly. "You've got that right. Then you fly away, I stay here, and my life continues to be one long medley of songs that can't be adequately performed without steel guitars." *** He laughed and casually put his hand over hers. "There's got to be a better choice than that. I don't really like country music." Jen turned her hand over to wrap it around his. "This is going to be really, really complicated, you know. I'm still nineteen. I haven't gotten any older since yesterday." "No, I know you haven't. But I'm still looking into it. I know a lot of powerful people." He stroked her hand with his thumb. "I might be able to get some kind of waiver, or if I can't make you any older, I might be able to make myself younger." "I also live here," she pointed out, gesturing at the crowd with her chin. "And you live there." "It's a modern world, Jen. You don't have to travel <strong>by</strong> horse and buggy. Planes, trains, cars, buses, roller skates, hot air balloons, skateboards, scooters, cross-country skiing -- " Jen laughed. "It's either late summer or early fall right now, and either way, the crosscountry skiing season is still a long way off."
He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers, then planted a quick kiss on her bare shoulder. "I expect to be around for it," he said softly. She pulled back from him sharply, glaring with feigned suspicion at his surprised expression. "Are you sure you aren't some kind of alien or a spy or a scientist doing an experiment on me? This kind of thing never, never happens in my life." Chris chuckled, then leaned back in his chair. "You find it hard to believe I'm serious, don't you?" Jen wondered how much she should say. "I have lots of strengths and weaknesses, but I would particularly say that the placement of faith in other people is not exactly one of the things in which I excel." Suddenly, he reached into his pocket. "I know. I'll give you my most prized possession." He handed her the smallest cell phone she'd ever seen. "Take it. I'm serious. Take it as a token of my affection and as a souvenir of this lovely weekend." "So now I'm going to get all of your urgent phone calls? Thank you, what an unusual gift." He rolled his eyes, then flicked her on the forehead with his finger. "No, Jen. I'm going to change the number. I can change the service, and then nobody will know the number except for me." "Well, if nobody knows the number except for you, what's a cell phone going to do for me?" Chris paused, then took her hand again. "It's gonna ring, Jen. It's gonna ring a lot." She smiled and laughed, running her fingers over the hard plastic case. "I'll take your word for it." "My word's good," he assured her, throwing her a wink. part eighteen: chase Dawson had always loved the porch of his parents' house. He had been known to sit there for hours, staring at the creek with his feet up on the rickety wicker table. In California, his apartment had a tiny balcony on which he had perched a white plastic chair, but the view of the Target and the Payless Shoe Source just wasn't the same. Now, back on that porch in the darkness, enjoying the slight breeze that cut the warm air of late summer, he was reminded of all the things he had done on that very spot. It had been home base for hide-and-seek, of which he, Pacey, and Joey had long ago played an unconventional version which usually ended when either Pacey or Joey quit because the other had committed some mysterious rules infraction that went unspecified. The porch had also served as an impromptu craft services table when Dawson made his
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Disclaimers: Nope, don't own them.
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what she really wants, and you know
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Joey suddenly felt the crush of sil
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"It was weird," Jen mused. "I reall
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Pacey, on the other hand, was usual
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Jack held up his hands in defeat. "
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"Pacey, it's really good to see you
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Pacey would spend the next twenty y
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he repeated. At this, she smiled, a
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*** Joey's mind wandered back to Th
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"You did. You thought I didn't want
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"Because if you didn't have that lo
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"You and I are meant to be, Jo." It
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*** part seven: pass When the phone
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"No." Joey stared out the window de
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It was cold, even for January, and
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He froze. "Is that the real reason?
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"Then why didn't you just get the h
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He wanted to take it back. It was t
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"Hello?" "Jen?" "Pacey?" "Yeah, yea
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"I'm crazy about you, Lindley, you
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