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"Yeah?" "If I go in my bedroom, there are going to be ten dozen roses, aren't there?" "Yeah." She put her arms around him again, feeling his shoulders, his back, his neck. "Thank you. I love you." "I love you too, Jo." *** part twenty: love "Joey, unless you want your 'something borrowed' to be my foot on loan to your ass, open the door and let me in." Jen pounded on the door again. "Joey, you can't stay in there forever. When people get to the church and there's nobody there in a white dress, they're going to start getting suspicious, and I am not taking your place." She flattened her ear to the door. "Joey?" She pounded again. "Let me in." "Forget it, Jen. I'm staying in here. Tell everybody to go home." Jen rolled her eyes. "Joey," she called through the bedroom door, "do you know how much food is over at the restaurant? Do you really want to spend the next year eating your way through four thousand honeydew melon balls and five hundred individuallywrapped 'Joey and Pacey' special-edition custom-made chocolate hearts?" "I don't care about the food," came the agitated reply. "I'm not going." Jen smacked her palm against the door, hard enough to sting. "Now you listen to me, you little drama queen. I'm out here in a shiny green dress and shiny green shoes, and I have little white flowers in my hair. Your options are to come out of there and get married, or buy me a corsage, put on a tux and take me to the prom. I'm leaving it up to you, but I'm telling you right now, if you choose incorrectly, I will make you do every single slow-dance." Suddenly, the door swung open. Joey was standing there in jeans and a white T-shirt, her eyes puffy and red. "I can't go, Jen." Jen tilted her head to the side and regarded Joey sympathetically. "What exactly is your problem?" Joey rubbed her hands along her thighs. "The dress doesn't fit."
Jen's eyes widened. "It -- it doesn't fit? Haven't you tried it on, like, eight times?" "Yes." Joey nodded. "But I've been really crazy with all the wedding stuff, you know, and I ate all these <strong>Girl</strong> Scout cookies that were in the freezer, you know, the Thin Mints and the little shortbreads and those peanut butter things covered with chocolate . . . and then -- then people kept having all these showers and parties and feeding me cake and that punch with the -- the ginger ale and the sherbet and everything, and then the sugar had me so wound up that I couldn't sleep, so I couldn't wake up unless I had one of those enormous Starbucks mochas -- you know, the extra-grande ones in the cups that are like a foot tall -- and I must have just grown right out of the dress in the last week, because it doesn't fit." Joey sighed despairingly, rubbing her forehead. Jen frowned at the dress, which Joey had laid on the bed after apparently giving up on putting it on. "Joey, when you tried this on before, was Bessie with you?" Joey nodded. "Yeah. She's over at the church. I told her if she stayed here and tried to help me get dressed, I'd probably rip all of her hair out." Jen rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm certainly glad I could stand in for her, in that case." She approached the dress hesitantly, then picked it up and turned it around. "You saw that it has a big giant pin in it, right?" Joey walked around to where Jen was standing, and squinted at the back of the dress as Jen held it up to the light. "A pin?" "It has a big pin in it at the top of the zipper, which I'm assuming is some sort of clever dress trick to keep it from falling off the hanger." Jen unsnapped the safety pin, pulled it out, and held it in her outstretched palm. "You're not going to be able to put it on if you can't get the zipper down, Joey, and you can't get the zipper down while it has a big fat pin in it." Joey stared at the pin in Jen's hand, then at the dress, then she bit her lower lip. "Can you help me put it on?" Jen laughed and pulled the zipper down as Joey started to unbutton her jeans. "Yes, Joey, I can help you put it on." *** Pacey was like a lot of men -- he complained incessantly about formalwear, but he knew how good he looked in it. Now, tugging to straighten the corners of his tie, he watched his reflection in the mirror with a certain degree of satisfaction. "Beat that, Ms. Josephine I'm-The-Star-Of-This-Show-In-My-Fluffy-White-Dress Potter," he muttered. "Well, that was just about the most pathetic display I've ever witnessed." Jack raised his eyebrows as Pacey spun around to face him.
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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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Jack and Jen both turned around to
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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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"You are not." He grinned again. "A
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How sad, she somehow had the time t
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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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This was a development Dawson hadn'
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pouncing on her mouth and kissing h
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"Well," Dawson said, picking up his
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"Thank you." He tossed the messages
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"What happened?" She leaned forward
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"And eventually she made the last a
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Jen suddenly could hear herself bre
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