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"You never will, either. Just another reason why you should really get the heck out of
there and come home." He tried to say it casually, but knew right away that it hadn't
worked.
She was suddenly happy he couldn't see her face. "I love it there, actually. You'd love
it, too."
"Me? Well, I'm in school here, so I can't really leave. Classes start in, like, four weeks,
and everything is pretty much going to go nuts at that point. I'll have work study again,
and everything gets harder once you get past the low expectations and beer blasts of
first year. Besides, my charming sister would have trouble affording the Seaside
Witterdome by herself, and my parents would drive her completely crazy." For a speech
assembled on short notice, he thought it was fairly compelling.
"Well, I don't want to move, either." She squirmed a little. "I really love working for
Chris, and I'm actually good at it."
"Don't you want to go to school?"
"You know, Pacey, this may come as a shock to you, but they actually do have a thriving
undergraduate climate in the Boston area if I decide that's what I want." She threw
together everything she'd been thinking of all night. "You could move up right away,
because I have room in my apartment. You could transfer someplace for the fall, and
we could be a real live couple, living in our very own place." She reached out and
stroked his knee. "I'd make you breakfast every Sunday."
Pacey laughed uncomfortably, disengaging his hand from her hair. "I'm really happy
here. I know the professors at school, and I'm finally getting somewhere after being a
major academic washout for about fifteen years, as you well know." He gave her
shoulder a little squeeze. "Wouldn't you like being home with Bessie and Bodie and
Alex?"
"Not really," she said simply. "When I'm there, it's like nobody knows anything about me
except what I decide I want to tell them. They don't know about my dad, and I don't tell
them. They don't know about the Icehouse, the drugs . . . and they don't know about
me, either. They've never heard of Dawson, never heard of Jen, never heard about all
the stupid things I've done."
"Never heard of me?" he asked softly.
Joey chuckled. "The ones who know me at all hear about you soon enough, don't
worry." She sat in the quiet for a minute, listening to a distant car engine. Who could be
up at this hour, besides us? She sighed. "I just don't feel like I can leave. Where I am,
and what I'm doing . . . I think it's where I'm supposed to be."
Pacey touched her hair again. "That's really funny, because that's exactly how I feel."
A long silence settled between them. He felt the weight of her head on his stomach, her
soft hair under his fingers. She stared up at the sky, still wondering whether the stars