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when she makes one mistake, he drops her and moves on, and before the body's even
cold, he's decided the next great love of his life is going to be you. Be honest, Joey. If
Andie can be completely left behind for one act he sees as a betrayal, there's no way
he's going to put anything on hold for you after you go to California with me. It was
Andie, and when that didn't work, it was you -- what makes you think that moving on with
Jen is any different?"
"You're saying he's going to keep doing the same thing over and over again until he runs
out of women friends?"
Dawson shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe not. Maybe he's finally found the right one."
"What do you mean?"
"It's like I said, they're two of a kind." He leaned his head back on the sofa cushions. "I
guess I think of Pacey and Jen as one kind of person, and you and I as another kind of
person."
"Explain."
He scratched his head. "They're adventurers, Jo. They like being out there on the
edge. They like the excitement of not knowing what's going to happen, of not being tied
to anything. You know what her life was like in New York, and you know how he's never
wanted to commit to school or work or anything very much. They're just like that. But
I'm not. I'm not, and you're not."
"How do you know?" She folded her arms across her chest.
"Joey, I've known you since before you could talk. Give me a little credit for knowing
how your mind works. After everything you've been through with your parents and
Bessie and everything, I don't think you're looking for a life spent waiting for the next
dramatic catastrophe. Quite honestly, I think you'd be willing to give up some of the
excitement that comes from that kind of thing if you knew it meant you wouldn't have to
work so hard trying to guess what was going to happen next." He smiled. "There's no
shame in being risk-adverse, Joey. There's no shame in not jumping out of windows
because you don't want to get your neck broken."
She thought of California. The apartment, the trees, the restaurants where the
November produce was ridiculously fresh, and the ocean with its sunny blue waves.
She imagined being on a plane with Dawson, drinking orange juice and sharing the
crossword. You could forget all about them. It would be easy. She looked at her
suitcase, then at him.
Suddenly, her mind seemed to spontaneously create a movie that jumped from scene to
scene as if it had been pieced together in a jumble from badly-indexed archives.
Pacey's mouth on her bare shoulder, nipping it with his teeth. The two of them doubled
over laughing in front of a dinosaur exhibit at the history museum. Wrapped in blankets
in the front seat of his truck after the carnivorous snail fiasco. Lying fully clothed on his
bed facing each other, engaged in one of their many staring contests, which never really
made good contests, because they invariably ended when he sprang toward her,