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second movie and his mother fed the skeleton crew an impressive layout of cold cuts
and potato chips and, if he remembered correctly, peanut butter cookies. It had been
where he first saw Pacey and Joey together.
Now, sitting on the steps with his tie dangling around his neck, he couldn't help noticing
how different everything seemed. It was still the porch, still the creek, still his parents'
house, but somehow it wasn't quite as much a home.
"What time is it?" Megan asked, her voice jumping into the silence and startling him.
He looked at his watch. "It's two-thirty." He glanced over at her and noticed that she
was running her hands up and down her upper arms as she sat beside him on the
steps. Wordlessly, he slipped out of his jacket and handed it to her. She pulled it on
over her dress, and he smiled a little at how her hands stayed half-hidden. "So, how did
you enjoy the party?"
She wiggled her arms around inside the sleeves, enjoying the feel of the lining on her
skin. "It was fun," she said finally. "I like your friends."
Dawson looked over at her. "Did you get to talk to Pacey, or did you just admire him
from afar?"
She laughed and bent down to wrap her arms around her knees. "Oh, I got to talk to him
a little. He's quite a charmer."
"Yeah."
"He really didn't seem quite as bad as you told me he was. I mean, he seemed like a
pretty good guy." She looked up at Dawson out of the corner of her eye.
"He is a pretty good guy. And in case you're wondering, I did talk to him."
"You did, huh? How did that go?" She was staring at the toes of her blue pumps,
studiously avoiding looking at him.
Dawson rested his elbows on his knees and folded his hands. "It went okay. He didn't
exactly say he was ready to forgive and forget, but I did escape this encounter with all
my teeth still inside my mouth, so it ended better than last time we ran into each other."
She finally looked over at him, smiling involuntarily when she saw his painfully earnest
expression. She stood halfway up until her weight was off the step, scooted and
shuffled over until she was just next to Dawson, then plunked herself back down beside
him, her leg against his. "You did a good thing."
Dawson studied her up close now, noticing how dark her hair was, how pink her cheeks
were, and how fascinated he suddenly was by the curve of her ear. "Can I ask you a
question?"