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Dawson paused once more. "What does she look like?" Jack rolled his eyes. "Come on, Dawson. She's a girl. She's blonde, tall, wears glasses . . . you're totally desperate. What do you care?" He turned to Pete. "No offense." Pete rolled his eyes. Dawson nodded with relief. "I don't really care. Just making sure it's not anyone I know. I have this way of winding up in ridiculous situations, and I don't want to get into another one." Dawson rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, sure, I'll make sure to dance with your sister tomorrow." He stood up. "I'm going to get a brownie. I'll be right back." As Dawson walked off, Jack slowly turned to Pete. "Did you say your sister is bringing a friend to the party tomorrow night? A friend from school?" "Yeah." Pete laughed. "Now she would not be the girl for a guy who's recovering. Dawson's actually going to be very happy I fixed him up with Rebecca if he meets her. Why do you ask?" Jack took a long drink from the bottle of beer in front of him, then chuckled. "Nevermind. It's, like, statistically impossible." *** It was getting dark as the picnic finally broke up. As the last bags of trash were thrown out and the last boxes of leftover food packed into SUVs, Joey found a glass beer bottle under one of the benches. "Hey, where's the recycling, anyway?" she called out. "Behind the little building where the bathrooms are," Jack shouted back. "The big green bins." She took the bottle and headed up the path. She ran into Chris, who was walking the other way. "Hey," she said cheerfully and a little suspiciously, "where did you wind up?" "Uh . . . I was just sort of wandering around." At her dubious expression, he tried again. "I was enjoying the great outdoors." He pulled his phone out and showed it to her. "Look." Her mouth fell open. "Your phone is off. My goodness, Chris, what's happened to you?" "Nothin'." He grinned and walked by her. Joey paused a minute to wonder just what had him in such a merry mood all of a sudden, then continued on her way. She stepped around the back of the little stone building and opened the bin that was marked for glass. Tossing the bottle in, she noticed that one of the other bins was overflowing with plastic bottles. She opened it, and gingerly tried to crush them a little. Just as she forced the lid closed, she felt hands slide around her waist from behind.
"Have I ever told you that I find environmental activism totally hot?" Pacey said, directly into her ear. She laughed and put her hands over his. "No, but it's no more difficult for me to believe than a lot of the other things you think are totally hot." He slid one hand under the bottom of her shirt and ran it across her stomach. "Such as?" "Well," she said, "such as my ratty Red Sox shirt." "Mmmmm, baseball," he groaned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close against him. "Or the sight of me covered with paint." "Paint's good." He opened his mouth a little and scraped his teeth across the back of her neck. "And," she said through quick breaths, "there's how you are about the water." He grabbed her hands and straightened her arms until they were at her sides. "Well," he said into her hair as he ran his fingers up her forearms until they found the insides of her elbows, "at least I can wear short sleeves without risking a sudden sexual awakening when an innocent passerby takes my arm to ask me for the time." He pressed his fingers into her flesh, and she cried out softly. "See what I mean? You're gonna get in big trouble with that someday." Barely breathing, she let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh. "That's your fault. Remember what you said?" He continued to skim his fingers over her arms. "No." It was a lie. "Tell me what I said." She spoke in a near-whisper to him as she tipped her head back against his shoulder. "You said it stood for everything else. You said, 'when I touch you here . . . '" Now she reached back and found his arms with her fingers, "'It will only be because I can't touch you everywhere.'" Roughly, suddenly, he spun her around and kissed her, hard, digging his hands into her hair, plunging his tongue into her mouth again and again until she let out a whimpering moan. She clung to him, pushing her hips against him, struggling for breath. He slowed his movements and gradually pulled back a few inches from her, just enough to talk. "We can't actually do this here." She nodded. "I hope we can do this within about five minutes of here." He grinned. "I can drive really, really fast." He walked out from behind the building ahead of her. Dawson, Jen, Chris, Jack, and Pete were still standing around, apparently
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Disclaimers: Nope, don't own them.
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what she really wants, and you know
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Joey suddenly felt the crush of sil
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"It was weird," Jen mused. "I reall
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Pacey, on the other hand, was usual
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Jack held up his hands in defeat. "
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Jack and Jen both turned around to
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"Pacey, it's really good to see you
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Pacey would spend the next twenty y
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"You are not." He grinned again. "A
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How sad, she somehow had the time t
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Page 25 and 26: *** Joey's mind wandered back to Th
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Page 31 and 32: "You and I are meant to be, Jo." It
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Page 35 and 36: "No." Joey stared out the window de
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Page 45 and 46: "Hello?" "Jen?" "Pacey?" "Yeah, yea
Page 47 and 48: "I'm crazy about you, Lindley, you
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Page 53 and 54: "Well," Dawson said, picking up his
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Page 81 and 82: Jen swallowed hard. "And you're tel
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Page 87 and 88: "Joey?" Jen put a hand on Joey's ar
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Page 113 and 114: "Yes." She nodded slowly. "I was fe
Page 115 and 116: Jen's eyes widened. "It -- it doesn
Page 117 and 118: One of Pacey's eyes popped open. "I
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