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"It was weird," Jen mused. "I really wanted him to stop all this, but when he was telling
me why he wasn't going to, it seemed like it made a lot of sense. He was saying how if
she has all these things going on, then she'll have them going on whether he's around or
not . . . it sounded really smart. Very adult."
"Andie." Jack said it simply, but clearly. "He learned that with Andie."
The announcement came over the speaker right on time that the flight was about to
board, so the two of them walked over to Joey and Dawson. As Joey hugged her
friends, she kept noticing that strange feeling in her feet, like something was physically
dragging her, telling her to run, run, run! Jen gave her a book to read, Jack gave her
shoulder an encouraging squeeze, and Mitch and Gale promised to tell Bessie, who was
traveling with Bodie and Alexander, goodbye.
Joey gave a long look around the terminal. Up the corridor, back the way she'd come,
across the crowds of people, and all the way to the security checkpoint. There was no
sign of him. Get it through your thick skull, that voice came back. He doesn't care.
"Are you ready to go, Jo?" Dawson smiled down at her with such fondness and
familiarity that it almost made everything all right. She felt a smile spread across her
face, and she nodded.
"Let's go."
***
Pacey sat on the boat and looked at his watch again. They had a 6:55 flight, and it was
6:50. The sun was starting to set, and he'd gotten a good day's work in. Aside from the
blister, it had been a fairly pleasant day of communing with the boat, chatting up the
regulars who strolled by, and generally doing his damndest to forget all about Joey. The
fact that she was leaving, the fact that he wasn't going with her, the fact that she was
going with Dawson . . . the list of horrors went on and on. He had prepared himself for
the expected visits from Jack and Jen, though he'd expected they might come as a pair,
for the sake of efficiency. He had found it harder than he'd anticipated dealing with Jen's
barrage of insistences that he was being a fool and a creep and a chicken of the worst
kind. "You're going to let this happen," she had said. And he had thought to himself
then, just as he was thinking now, with what he was trying to fashion into steely resolve,
"Yes, I am."
He envisioned Joey on the plane, stuffing her black backpack into the overhead bin. He
could see her slide into her seat next to Dawson as he pulled out his copy of
"Premiere." He'd make a comment about how excited he was about this movie or that
movie, and then she would mention that one of the actresses obviously had implants,
and then the two of them would start to banter, and all would be right with the world.
"Dawson and Joey, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," he sang to no one in particular as he
opened another beer.
"If this is how she wants it, this is how it's going to be." He muttered it aloud now, but it
had been a largely silent mantra for a month. He had had enough of emergency tutoring
and warring with bullies and secret pleas to third parties on each other's behalf, and he