As Dawson watched his two best friend's kiss, something welled up inside of
him that he had always tried to push down before. Jealousy. Jen was still
hanging on his arm, oblivious to reality, and sighing with contentment.
I'm not seeing this, this is not happening, I am not seeing this, this is not
happening... Dawson repeated over and over in his head. But in his heart, he
knew it to be true.
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Pacey and Joey let go of each other, and she looked down with nervous eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said softly, "Take me home, Pacey."
Pacey was taken aback, that she should say something like this, but complied
with her wishes. He opened the door for her and she climbed in. He started
the engine, and they drove off, leaving a beautiful moon-lit night behind, and
a very jealous Dawson Leery to ponder his feelings for his best friend.
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They reached the front step, and she began to unlock the door. Not looking at
him, she waved slightly and walked into the living room. She closed the
screen door and finally looked at his mournful eyes through the meshed wire.
"Thanks for a nice dinner, Pacey. Good night," she said calmly, then turned to
shut the wooden door. He closed his eyes in defeat, nodding his head and
turning toward the truck on the dirt path.
When he reached the front door, he turned and watched the light go on in her
bedroom window, then a minute later, go off. Pacey was about to get in the
truck when Joey came rushing out of the house. She did not hesitate a moment
before kissing him fully on the lips. After a while, she let go. Pacey
looked at her face, which was as white as her lips were swollen red.
"Is that what you came to tell me?" he asked quietly, half joking. Joey ran
her hands up and down his arms.
"Not all..." she whispered. "Stay with me tonight."
"What?" Pacey was completely surprised. He had to make sure that he had heard right...