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couldn't see adding to that ugly tradition by running to the airport with a fistful of roses, prepared to make the plane pull back to the gate so she could escape. The grand gestures were escalating to the point where someone was going to have to climb Mount Everest in order to prove something, and that was no good. "If this is how she wants it," he breathed to himself, "this is how it's going to be." He checked his watch. 7:05. They were probably gone. He drank beer and cried for about fifteen minutes, and then he gathered up his stuff and headed home. part two: bolt There were things you were allowed to miss and things you had to show up for, and Thanksgiving with Grams was not optional. She called, you answered. She asked you, you went. Even, in Dawson and Joey's case, if it meant flying all the way from California. So it was that they were there, side by side in coach, somewhere over Oklahoma, when Dawson decided to bring up the obvious. "So, have you told anybody about us?" She put down her magazine and grinned coyly at him. "What about us, exactly?" "Well," his voice dropped to what he thought was his enticing growl, but which always struck Joey as more like a whine played at half-speed. "That we're back together." "I told Bessie," she said with a chipper nod. "Bessie knows." "But not anybody else?" "Who else am I going to tell?" She shrugged broadly. "Jack's preoccupied with his own flourishing love life, Jen's so wrapped up in her classes that she and I have spoken a total of three times since September . . . and you know I don't talk to Pacey very much, so . . . that about does it." Suddenly, a distressing thought hit. "Have you told anybody?" "No. I thought Thanksgiving might be a good opportunity, actually. Sharing glad tidings with family and friends is actually one of the few holiday traditions I enjoy." He kissed her dully on the mouth, and he tasted like gum, as always.
Pacey, on the other hand, was usually a little salty, or even garlicky. Not that you remember. Dawson smiled at her and went back to trying to sleep. As Joey settled back in her seat, she gazed at him and smiled slowly. There weren't really any seasons in southern California, but if there were, she would have said it had been a good fall. They had a little apartment, for which they paid an ungodly sum they never could have afforded without the benefit of some probably ill-gotten gains her father had managed to stash away for her before he died. Dawson was in school, hanging out with people who were just as pretentious about movies as he was, and Joey was waiting tables, which she figured made her an honorary actress. They spent a lot of time at the movies, and a lot of time cooking and doing the laundry and basically having the life she'd been afraid she couldn't have anymore after her father died. It wasn't exciting -- nothing like sailing down the coast with Pacey, a memory that had become so distant she could barely catch hold of it anymore. Imagining herself doing such a ridiculously impulsive thing was just about impossible. It was, however, the first time in her life she'd ever lived in a place that felt like it was her own, and when she walked in the door at the end of the day, there was peace, and that meant everything. They'd sort of slipped noiselessly back into dating, or whatever it is you're doing when the rules are that you're living together but not sleeping together -- that kissing is allowed, but walking around naked is not. One day, he'd just kissed her, as if he'd been doing it all along. As if they hadn't been broken up for years. It was like going back to a house she'd once lived in, where there weren't any new rooms to discover, but at least she knew where everything was. The plane floated toward Massachusetts, and Joey began to rehearse what she'd say. How happy they were in California, how eager she was to start school in the fall. "Probably art history," she whispered confidently to the back of the seat in front of her. She'd have to say something about the apartment. "Small, but comfortable, you know . . . " She worked every day at not missing Pacey, which unfortunately felt a lot like missing him. Whenever she and Jen talked, Jen would pass on news about him, pretending to be casual, and Joey would listen to it, pretending to be uninterested. Her favorite line was a practiced, neutral, "Oh, really?" There seemed to be quite a collection of girls here and there, silly flirtations that seemed destined to come to nothing. The fact that this came as a relief always felt like a distant ominous lightning bolt. Someday, she'd think, he really will meet someone. She tried not to think about it. *** Pacey was standing on the porch of his house enjoying the chill of the afternoon when he heard the unmistakable McPhee war cry, a veritable explosion of perk that nearly shook the earth. "Paaaacey!" Andie bounded toward him with abandon, screaming something in French that he assumed meant something like, "I'm so happy to see you," but that she, as usual, delivered as if it were more like, "Your hair is on fire." Jack trailed behind her, grinning.
- Page 1 and 2: Disclaimers: Nope, don't own them.
- Page 3 and 4: what she really wants, and you know
- Page 5 and 6: Joey suddenly felt the crush of sil
- Page 7: "It was weird," Jen mused. "I reall
- Page 11 and 12: Jack held up his hands in defeat. "
- Page 13 and 14: Jack and Jen both turned around to
- Page 15 and 16: "Pacey, it's really good to see you
- Page 17 and 18: Pacey would spend the next twenty y
- Page 19 and 20: "You are not." He grinned again. "A
- Page 21 and 22: How sad, she somehow had the time t
- Page 23 and 24: he repeated. At this, she smiled, a
- Page 25 and 26: *** Joey's mind wandered back to Th
- Page 27 and 28: "You did. You thought I didn't want
- Page 29 and 30: "Because if you didn't have that lo
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- Page 35 and 36: "No." Joey stared out the window de
- Page 37 and 38: It was cold, even for January, and
- 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
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Pacey, on the other hand, was usually a little salty, or even garlicky. Not that you<br />
remember.<br />
Dawson smiled at her and went back to trying to sleep. As Joey settled back in her seat,<br />
she gazed at him and smiled slowly. There weren't really any seasons in southern<br />
California, but if there were, she would have said it had been a good fall. They had a<br />
little apartment, for which they paid an ungodly sum they never could have afforded<br />
without the benefit of some probably ill-gotten gains her father had managed to stash<br />
away for her before he died. Dawson was in school, hanging out with people who were<br />
just as pretentious about movies as he was, and Joey was waiting tables, which she<br />
figured made her an honorary actress. They spent a lot of time at the movies, and a lot<br />
of time cooking and doing the laundry and basically having the life she'd been afraid she<br />
couldn't have anymore after her father died. It wasn't exciting -- nothing like sailing down<br />
the coast with Pacey, a memory that had become so distant she could barely catch hold<br />
of it anymore. Imagining herself doing such a ridiculously impulsive thing was just about<br />
impossible. It was, however, the first time in her life she'd ever lived in a place that felt<br />
like it was her own, and when she walked in the door at the end of the day, there was<br />
peace, and that meant everything.<br />
They'd sort of slipped noiselessly back into dating, or whatever it is you're doing when<br />
the rules are that you're living together but not sleeping together -- that kissing is<br />
allowed, but walking around naked is not. One day, he'd just kissed her, as if he'd been<br />
doing it all along. As if they hadn't been broken up for years. It was like going back to a<br />
house she'd once lived in, where there weren't any new rooms to discover, but at least<br />
she knew where everything was.<br />
The plane floated toward Massachusetts, and Joey began to rehearse what she'd say.<br />
How happy they were in California, how eager she was to start school in the fall.<br />
"Probably art history," she whispered confidently to the back of the seat in front of her.<br />
She'd have to say something about the apartment. "Small, but comfortable, you know . .<br />
. "<br />
She worked every day at not missing Pacey, which unfortunately felt a lot like missing<br />
him. Whenever she and Jen talked, Jen would pass on news about him, pretending to<br />
be casual, and Joey would listen to it, pretending to be uninterested. Her favorite line<br />
was a practiced, neutral, "Oh, really?" There seemed to be quite a collection of girls<br />
here and there, silly flirtations that seemed destined to come to nothing. The fact that<br />
this came as a relief always felt like a distant ominous lightning bolt. Someday, she'd<br />
think, he really will meet someone. She tried not to think about it.<br />
***<br />
Pacey was standing on the porch of his house enjoying the chill of the afternoon when<br />
he heard the unmistakable McPhee war cry, a veritable explosion of perk that nearly<br />
shook the earth. "Paaaacey!" Andie bounded toward him with abandon, screaming<br />
something in French that he assumed meant something like, "I'm so happy to see you,"<br />
but that she, as usual, delivered as if it were more like, "Your hair is on fire." Jack trailed<br />
behind her, grinning.