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"He's my boss." She grinned. Pacey frowned. "Your boss? You think that's smart?" He failed to see the humor in the situation. "Pacey," she repeated. "He's my boss. He's here in his capacity as my overworked, overstressed, very nice and friendly boss." She walked over and stood next to him, arms folded, mocking his annoyed posture, so they were shoulder to shoulder. Tipping her head to the side toward him, she whispered conspiratorially, "Got it?" He smiled slowly, and extended his arm behind her. Trailing it down the far side of her hip, he hooked his thumb through her belt loop. Pulling her toward him just a little, he turned so his lips were directly in her ear. "That was not funny," he whispered. His breath made her gasp a little. She turned her face to him, and touched her forehead to his. "Well it didn't really start out to be funny," she whispered back, "but when you looked at him like you were going to rip his heart out and make it into a salad, it kinda took a turn in that direction." She flitted her eyes around to see if anyone was watching, and when she saw that no one was, she kissed the tip of his nose lightly. "I'll catch you later." She started to walk away. "Hey!" he called out. She turned to face him. "I don't think we should do this anymore," he said simply. Her face darkened. "Do what?" "Seven months and three weeks. January to August. Let's never do that again, ever, no matter what." He raised one eyebrow. "Deal?" "Deal," she repeated, her face dissolving in relief. "Now, see, that," he said, pointing with one finger, "was funny." *** part thirteen: smile Jen lay on her back on a picnic table, staring up at the late afternoon sky. After Pete showed up, he and Jack had started making the rounds together, and with Andie occupied by her fiancé and Pacey and Joey dancing around each other in what seemed to be some strange combination of avoidance and foreplay, that left only Dawson to keep her company, and she knew he was just as blue as she was. She could have put
on her brave face and tried to pull him out of his funk, but she just wasn't up to it. There didn't seem to be a single shred of forced courage left to be summoned. So, as Andie's grandfather started to regale the guests with stories about his days in the Navy, she'd slipped away from the party and found her way to this spot next to the creek, where a single table sat like an abandoned afterthought. Now that she thought of it, she was feeling a bit like an abandoned afterthought herself. She sighed and laced her fingers together over her eyes. "Hello." She jumped, her eyes flying open and her body jerking as if she'd been shocked. "Chris," she said, sitting up a little as he approached. "You surprised me a little." "I'm sorry." He smiled. "I didn't mean to. You just looked so peaceful down here, it seemed like the place to be." "Not having fun at the party?" She lay back down. "Oh, no, it's fine, as long as you don't pay any attention to the fact that I wasn't invited, don't know anyone, and seem to have been abandoned by the only person I did know, who seems preoccupied with the guy she's allegedly not dating right now." He sighed. "How about you?" "Well," she said, "for some reason, whenever all the people I really like get together in the same place, I inevitably find myself needing to throw up. Believe it or not, this is an improvement over Thanksgiving. Compared to then, we're pretty much dancing together around the maypole, kissing each other politely on the cheek." She raised herself up on her elbows and looked at him. "Let me guess. It's killing you, right?" He frowned. "What?" "Oh, you know." She rolled her eyes. "You came here with Joey, she's preoccupied with Pacey, you're sulking --" He cut her off with a loud laugh. "Oh, no," he said with a strong shake of his head. "Joey and I are just friends, believe me." "Really." Jen stared at him skeptically. "Not suffering in silence, even a little? Not writing in your diary every night about how she only has eyes for the boy back home?" Chris made a face. "No. No. Joey and I are friends. She's also the only assistant I've ever had who's actually been able to increase, rather than decrease, my productivity. She's kind of like one of those attack dogs, where the owner insists it's harmless, while secretly training it to bite a guy's leg off. But . . .," here, he shook his head again, "it's nothing like what you're thinking. For one thing, she's 19, and I'm 28, but for another . . . " His voice trailed off. "For another, what?" Jen looked at him with curiosity.
- Page 19 and 20: "You are not." He grinned again. "A
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- Page 23 and 24: he repeated. At this, she smiled, a
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- Page 39 and 40: He froze. "Is that the real reason?
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- 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'
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- Page 53 and 54: "Well," Dawson said, picking up his
- Page 55 and 56: "Thank you." He tossed the messages
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- Page 59 and 60: "And eventually she made the last a
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- Page 75 and 76: "Have I ever told you that I find e
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- Page 81 and 82: Jen swallowed hard. "And you're tel
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on her brave face and tried to pull him out of his funk, but she just wasn't up to it. There<br />
didn't seem to be a single shred of forced courage left to be summoned. So, as Andie's<br />
grandfather started to regale the guests with stories about his days in the Navy, she'd<br />
slipped away from the party and found her way to this spot next to the creek, where a<br />
single table sat like an abandoned afterthought. Now that she thought of it, she was<br />
feeling a bit like an abandoned afterthought herself. She sighed and laced her fingers<br />
together over her eyes.<br />
"Hello."<br />
She jumped, her eyes flying open and her body jerking as if she'd been shocked.<br />
"Chris," she said, sitting up a little as he approached. "You surprised me a little."<br />
"I'm sorry." He smiled. "I didn't mean to. You just looked so peaceful down here, it<br />
seemed like the place to be."<br />
"Not having fun at the party?" She lay back down.<br />
"Oh, no, it's fine, as long as you don't pay any attention to the fact that I wasn't invited,<br />
don't know anyone, and seem to have been abandoned <strong>by</strong> the only person I did know,<br />
who seems preoccupied with the guy she's allegedly not dating right now." He sighed.<br />
"How about you?"<br />
"Well," she said, "for some reason, whenever all the people I really like get together in<br />
the same place, I inevitably find myself needing to throw up. Believe it or not, this is an<br />
improvement over Thanksgiving. Compared to then, we're pretty much dancing together<br />
around the maypole, kissing each other politely on the cheek." She raised herself up on<br />
her elbows and looked at him. "Let me guess. It's killing you, right?"<br />
He frowned. "What?"<br />
"Oh, you know." She rolled her eyes. "You came here with Joey, she's preoccupied<br />
with Pacey, you're sulking --"<br />
He cut her off with a loud laugh. "Oh, no," he said with a strong shake of his head.<br />
"Joey and I are just friends, believe me."<br />
"Really." Jen stared at him skeptically. "Not suffering in silence, even a little? Not<br />
writing in your diary every night about how she only has eyes for the boy back home?"<br />
Chris made a face. "No. No. Joey and I are friends. She's also the only assistant I've<br />
ever had who's actually been able to increase, rather than decrease, my productivity.<br />
She's kind of like one of those attack dogs, where the owner insists it's harmless, while<br />
secretly training it to bite a guy's leg off. But . . .," here, he shook his head again, "it's<br />
nothing like what you're thinking. For one thing, she's 19, and I'm 28, but for another . . .<br />
" His voice trailed off.<br />
"For another, what?" Jen looked at him with curiosity.
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