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"For another, she's not really my type. If you tell her I said any of this, I'll deny it, but
she's really a little . . . you know, needy and moody and kind of tightly wound. Don't get
me wrong -- we're friends, and I'm crazy about her, but she's not really the kind of girl I
would go for." He shrugged and sat down on the bench. "I get the feeling this surprises
you."
Jen laughed, a little bitterly. "Joey has this way with men we know. I'm sure she told
you about Dawson, and you know about Pacey, and then there's Jack --"
"I thought Jack was gay."
"Yeah. Yeah, well, Jack's universe of people he's been attracted to basically consists of
men and Joey. She's remarkable, really." Suddenly, Jen heard herself and cringed.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean all of that the way it probably sounded." She sighed. "Unless,
of course, it sounded jealous and petty and bitter, in which case I suppose I meant it
exactly the way it sounded."
"I'll tell you what," he said, "you make a little room for me there so that I can stretch out
and share your idyllic little piece of sky, and we'll both agree to forget this entire
conversation."
"Deal." She wriggled over to the edge of the table, hanging one leg over the side. He
climbed up and slid in next to her, fitting closely against her shoulder. It felt, she had to
admit, good.
"Wow," he said, gazing at the uninterrupted blue, not unaware of the faint smell of vanilla
coming from Jen. The sky was so clear and flawless that it gave him the feeling of being
underwater, of not being sure how far from it he was, as if he might stretch out his hand
and run smack into a wide puddle of blue paint. He reached into his pocket and pulled
out his cell phone. He hit a button, and with a little beep, its display went dark.
"What was that noise?" Jen asked.
"Nothing."
***
"I don't think your great-aunt understands the nature of your relationship with me," Pete
muttered with a tiny smile as he and Jack huddled over a piece of cake they were
sharing.
Jack nodded. "I know. Of course, my great-aunt doesn't understand how touch-tone
phones work either, so don't take it personally."
Dawson came over and stood beside their table. "I hope I'm not interrupting -- do you
guys mind if I sit down with you?"
Pete pointed at the bench across from them. "Please. We were just debating the
mental well-being of Jack's relatives, so you've arrived at the perfect moment. At least,