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ex-boyfriend's girlfriend, his girlfriend's first ex-boyfriend and second ex-boyfriend, and her second ex-boyfriend's first ex-girlfriend.'" "That's a lot of ex's," Pete said. "Where do you fit in?" "I'm the first ex-boyfriend of the ex-boyfriend's girlfriend." Jack laughed and shook his head. "Came up with that pretty quick, huh? Not sure that's a good sign." "So you dated one of those girls?" "I did." Jack picked a thread on his jacket. "It was a long time ago." He didn't think it was necessary to belabor the point, and he turned out to be right. "I had a girlfriend for three years in high school. I still talk to her every year on her birthday." Pete took a sip from something red he was drinking. "You know, I don't normally invite people I meet in grocery stores to my apartment. It's not a habit. I just thought I should say that." "Well, don't worry. I don't make a habit out of this kind of thing, either, but . . . I have very persistent friends." "Jen worked on you, huh?" Jack chuckled. "I was . . . I was amenable." *** Tripp Berkowski was the guy you aren't supposed to invite to parties, because although he's a perfectly nice person to spend time with in a museum or even at a movie, you don't want to mix him with booze -- tequila, in particular, was his drug of choice. Pete hadn't known this, of course, so Tripp was on his eighth margarita in two-and-a-half hours when he ran into Joey in the kitchen, where she was pouring a Diet Coke. He eyed her from behind with a predatory leer that would have been a helpful sign, had she seen it. She, of course, didn't. When she spun around and saw him there, she jumped a little. "I'm sorry, you startled me." She tilted her head. "Are you looking for something?" "Nope." He sidled up to her and waggled his index finger. "I know you." She smiled, a sort of nice-person reflex she had learned at her mother's knee. "I don't think so." "No, I know you." He took a drink. He didn't have her cornered, exactly, he just was standing between her and the door in the way that men can learn if they devote enough effort to it. "Your dad was that guy."
How sad, she somehow had the time to think, that whenever people claimed to have heard of her father, she hoped they were thinking of someone else. How nice it would have been if this from him had been good news. "I don't think so." "Yeah, yeah. He had that restaurant." Tripp clamped his hand on her elbow in a way that could arguably have been construed as friendly if they knew each other. "I loved the fried clams there." She stared at him blankly, unsure of what to do next. She tried to look past him in case she could catch someone's eye, but Tripp was positioned perfectly. "My boyfriend is watching a movie, so I'm going to go back." She took off to pass him before the situation had a chance to get worse, but she was inches from him when he grabbed her arm. "I know your sister, too." He, as if he were starring in a cautionary elementary-school filmstrip involving Little Red Riding Hood, actually leaned over and sniffed Joey menacingly. The first one, the one to the gut, she would later admit was a sucker punch. It was worth it, though, because he made a satisfying sort of "oof" noise, just as he would in a comic book in which words like BAM! and POW! appeared superimposed over him in jaggedy white balloons. Her second shot was perfectly fair, though, connecting with his mouth with a dull thwack. He stumbled backwards, and she saw that her hand was bleeding. "Fucking bitch!" He wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve. "What the fuck is your problem?" At this point, with Dawson still peacefully watching the shark he loved so well as it stalked the unsuspecting tourists, two people appeared in the kitchen doorway. The first seemed to be a friend of Tripp's who was probably about to start kicking himself for falling down on chaperone duty. The second, because the universe was nothing without its sense of humor, was Pacey. Friend-of-Tripp took a step toward Joey. "Bitch," he nearly spit at her. "Okay, okay, okay. Nothing to see here, show's over." Pacey tugged on Friend-of- Tripp's sleeve. "You deal with your fighter here, I'll take mine to the bathroom and work on her hand, and we'll forget the whole thing." "Fuck you we'll forget the whole thing!" Tripp was back on his feet now, and loaded for bear. Pacey stepped up so he was about a foot away. He took a deep breath. "Let's not do this." At this, Tripp backed away and laughed. "Fuck it." He went back into the living room, taking his friend with him. Joey looked at Pacey, then down at her hand, then back up at him. "Ow," she mouthed, then let loose with a full laugh he hadn't heard in literally six months.
Page 1 and 2: Disclaimers: Nope, don't own them.
Page 3 and 4: what she really wants, and you know
Page 5 and 6: Joey suddenly felt the crush of sil
Page 7 and 8: "It was weird," Jen mused. "I reall
Page 9 and 10: Pacey, on the other hand, was usual
Page 11 and 12: Jack held up his hands in defeat. "
Page 13 and 14: Jack and Jen both turned around to
Page 15 and 16: "Pacey, it's really good to see you
Page 17 and 18: Pacey would spend the next twenty y
Page 19: "You are not." He grinned again. "A
Page 23 and 24: he repeated. At this, she smiled, a
Page 25 and 26: *** Joey's mind wandered back to Th
Page 27 and 28: "You did. You thought I didn't want
Page 29 and 30: "Because if you didn't have that lo
Page 31 and 32: "You and I are meant to be, Jo." It
Page 33 and 34: *** part seven: pass When the phone
Page 35 and 36: "No." Joey stared out the window de
Page 37 and 38: It was cold, even for January, and
Page 39 and 40: He froze. "Is that the real reason?
Page 41 and 42: "Then why didn't you just get the h
Page 43 and 44: He wanted to take it back. It was t
Page 45 and 46: "Hello?" "Jen?" "Pacey?" "Yeah, yea
Page 47 and 48: "I'm crazy about you, Lindley, you
Page 49 and 50: This was a development Dawson hadn'
Page 51 and 52: pouncing on her mouth and kissing h
Page 53 and 54: "Well," Dawson said, picking up his
Page 55 and 56: "Thank you." He tossed the messages
Page 57 and 58: "What happened?" She leaned forward
Page 59 and 60: "And eventually she made the last a
Page 61 and 62: Jen suddenly could hear herself bre
Page 63 and 64: "Well, I'm proud of you." For some
Page 65 and 66: He scratched his head. "Well, I'm n
Page 67 and 68: "And how is the blushing bride?" Pa
Page 69 and 70: Pacey narrowed his eyes. "You'd rat
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on her brave face and tried to pull
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it's the perfect moment if you were
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"Have I ever told you that I find e
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"This is taking more than five minu
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They both laughed, low and throaty,
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Jen swallowed hard. "And you're tel
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She closed her eyes again, and list
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He put his feet on the coffee table
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"Joey?" Jen put a hand on Joey's ar
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inadvertent right cross. Seeing him
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"The buddy. The friend. The famous
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But not me, she thought with a nost
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them, sweeping them into something
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didn't need me as the best friend,
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"I feel bad," he said simply. "I fe
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He leaned over and brushed his lips
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She turned to look at him again, st
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Jen reached into the car through th
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"You never will, either. Just anoth
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The West coast had the sand and the
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"Me, too." She hit the button, drop
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"Yes." She nodded slowly. "I was fe
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Jen's eyes widened. "It -- it doesn
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One of Pacey's eyes popped open. "I
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day reminding himself -- in a way t
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