"Ooops, sorry about that. Oh wait, it's only you. What are you doing here in the middle of no where Pace?"
"Thanks for the wonderful greeting Josephone. I could ask you the same question."
"Call me that again and you won't be able to. . . But it looks as though someone already did the job for me. How did you get that black eye?"
"Just another 'friendly' run in with my father of the year. Why are you here?"
"Fine, I'll lay off. Just thinking is all."
"About?"
"Stuff."
"Like?"
"Really Pacey, what's with the third degree?"
"OK, so it's anout a certain someone who lives across the creek, huh?"
"NO!!! God!!! What is with you and this delisional idea you have about me and Dawson anway? He's probably with Miss. Bottle Blond anyway."
"OK, so it's not about him, then what is it? And what exactly do you have against Jen anyway?"
"Honestly, I don't know. But I've decided that i will have some time to think it out. . . on my own."
"And where, pretell are you going to acomplish this feat?"
"Hopefully, in the City of Lights." she said this with such a far off look that one might think even she didn't believe herself.
"So, you decided to go?" he actually sounded a bit sad at this news.
"If they still let me go."
"I'm sure they will. At least one of us will be getting out of this two bit town. When are you leaving?"
"Well, I have to tell Miss. Tringle tomorrow, then I think I have about two days to get out of here. So basically about three days?"
"Basically. Have you gotten your stuff packed up yet?"
"No, I barley even decided an hour ago."
"Well, better get started, then. I know I'd better get home before closet-case deputy Doug decides to finish where my dad left off."
"I really am sorry about that."
'Don't worry about it. Have fun packing."
"HOLD ON!!"
"Now what??"
"Does Dawson know about this yet?"
"Well, not really, your the first and only person I've told so far."
"When were you planning on telling him?"
"In about four days."
"But you leave in three?"
"And your point is? I was going ot send him a postcard or something when I got there."
"So you really aren't going to tell him your going?"
"Not if I can possibly avoid it. He would probably get all melodramatic on me. I could live without that thank you. This means YOU dn't get to tell him either! Ok?"
"Only because it's sooo important to you, I won't."
"THANK YOU!!"(For some strange reason she decided that she should hug him, so she did, and what she felt like it was the most natural thing on earth. She felt most comfortable in his arms than she could ever imagine. Pacey was basically having the same reaction. He was shocked what she actually hugged him, and now the last hting in the worl he wanted to do was let go. For the few moments that they were like this it seemed to them that they were the only two people alive.
Then reality struck. She suddenly panicked and said that she should get going. Slowly, they broke apart.)
"K, bye . . . Jailbait."
"That's my old Joey!!"(His voice sounded nervous as he spoke)
"Wow! We almost had a bonding moment. Couldn't let that happen now could we?"
"Oh Heaven forbid. Later."
"Yeah, later."
So they both started home. Both wondering what in the world had just happened back there.
When Dawson woke up, he figured that although he had decided to tell Joey today how muchhe cared for herm that he would wait for a little while to get his courage up. After all, where was she going anytime soon? It still dumbfounded him how everyone else already know what he was barley seeing. That he was head-over-heels in love with his life time best friend Josephine Potter.
As Joey started walking home she noticed that the schol was open. The she remembered that they were having there PTA meeting, knowing that Miss. Tringle woudl be there, she headed inside. After she told her she had decided to go to France after all, she was handed a large of papers to fill out and return tomorrow.
When she arrived home, she told Bessie what she was doing, and that she would be able to help out a little at work, but wanted to get all her packing done first. To her great surprise she wasn't hassled about it at all. So, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she went to pack. Even though she thought she loved Dawson, she just can't seem to shake that feeling she got with Pacey out of her mind. "What is up with me?" She was wondering. "At least I can say good bye."
Walking up the driveway, Pacey could hear his dad's ranting. A bit nervous, he quietly walking in the door. Just not quiet enough. He immediatly began to get pummeled with insults. But of all the things he was listening to, what the last thing his dad said was that he was going to be sent away. This instantly got his attention. As he continued to ask where he was being shipped off to and for how long, the only response he got was "away from here" and "until I decide you can come home". They said that he would be leaving in a week to give him time to tie up any loose ends. So he reluctantly started up stairs to get his stuffed packed away. As he went he mumbled under his breath. . . looks like Jo isn't the only one who needs to pack. As he packs, all he can think about is Joey though, and how much he is going ot miss her. Then he thinks, "At least I can say good bye."