Previously on Dawson's Creek
What happened up there?
There was another girl.
I'm sorry, Jo.
It just means that if I'm going to stay in your life,
I'm a lot more likely to stick around this way.
Friends.
Who's the girl? - What girl?
The one you named your boat after.
You just love getting under my skin, don't you?
Have you kissed her?
I'm not mad that you called me.
I just want to know why you called me.
You were the first person
that I thought of, Pacey.
What does that mean, Jo?
It means that I can talk to you.
Do you ever get tired of talking?
What are you trying to say, Pacey?
I don't--
Are you insane?
How could you do that?
How could you take some simple declaration of friendship
as an invitation to just maul me, Pacey?
Answer me!
What were you thinking?
What?!
What? I don't know. God.
It-- it-- it was an impulse.
An impulse?!
Yes, an impulse.
You know, sudden, momentary, and believe me, fleeting.
Do you have any idea the monumental implications
of that meaningless little impulse?
The ripple effect that it could create
in our small but fragile universe?
You're right, Potter. Forgive me for thinking a kiss is just a kiss.
Well, it's true. A kiss is not just a kiss,
not between you and me, and you know why.
Dawson? Remember?
I mean, he factors into this little...
hormonal meltdown.
- Meltdown? - Yeah.
I just had a meltdown?
Forgive me if I don't think that this is the worst tragedy
in the history of humankind, that Pacey Witter, in a moment
of impulsive, compulsive, hormone-induced insanity,
would have the nerve to kiss Joey Potter.
And you let me do it.
You did, you let me do it.
So, what, now I guess the universe begins to unravel.
Well, excuse me while I get in the car.
Ugh!
Would you get in the car, Potter!
No!
Would you just get in the car, Potter, please?
No.
I didn't even mean to do it, you know?
This is me, Pacey, act first, think later, ok?
And now that I'm getting a chance to think about it,
I take it all back, ok? So get in the car.
No.
Jo, it's at least another six miles to your house.
It is freezing cold outside.
And if you don't get in,
I'm just gonna do this the whole way there.
So would you get in, please?
So I guess, I'm to take it from your angry silence
that you're not speaking to me anymore.
Nope.
Great, great. And how long you plan on keeping that up?
How does indefinitely sound?
-Fine.
So, are you planning to fill me in,
or do I have to die from anticipation?
What?
How was it seeing A.J.?
And leave no sordid detail unturned.
Well, let's see... we broke up,
and then Pacey went insane and kissed me.
Hey, you kissed her. Good for you.
Oh my god.
How could he do this to you?
Well, technically, I maybe sort of...
let him do it to me, but I still blame him entirely.
The whole thing was her fault.
I mean, you know, she told me that I was the one that she thinks about.
You know? Me. And then she gives me this look.
What was I supposed to do?
Do you know how long I've been waiting
for her to give me that look?
And then he gave me this look, this look, like...
I know the look.
Look, I don't get it. She gave you the look.
You kissed her, it was a good kiss.
So what's the problem?
Well, the hitting, punching, and rejecting,
that might be a problem, not to mention--
Dawson.
I mean, if he found out, I don't even want to think about
what would happen if he found out.
I mean, I know one thing, we could kiss our friendship goodbye.
He'd never speak to me again. I can't risk that.
You know, he's the brother I never had.
So what you're saying is Joey's like a bus.
No. what I'm saying is Joey is like girl.
No, no. Hear me out, ok?
Joey is like a bus that can't go below 50.
Dawson is a bomb hidden underneath that bus.
And you are the brave, heroic police officer
wanting to drive the bus to safety,
but can't because of the bomb.
Do you think it was more than just an impulse?
I don't know, Joey.
Thanks, you're a big help.
I'm sorry. Look, I'm obviously not telling you
what you want to hear because I honestly don't know.
Maybe you should talk to someone about it,
someone who could help you figure it out.
Who?
Dawson, Pacey, Andie?
This is what you're supposed to help me with.
I can't shed light on this one for you.
I'm sorry, Joey.
You need to forge ahead.
Things can work between you two, if you first defuse the bomb.
Pacey, you need to tell Dawson about Joey, ok?
Now, the trick is to do it in a manner
that makes it impossible for him to hate you.
Now, what I suggest, is you take him to a place
that reminds him of the strong history the two of you share,
a place where he'll think about how much you really mean to him.
Then you tell him.
Oh, sure, yeah, he'll be upset,
but he'll also understand
that your friendship is more important to him.
In fact, he'll probably respect the fact
that you cared enough to tell him in the first place,
in which case, he'll tell you to go right on ahead.
And you and Joey can just drive off into the sunset.
That's your advice?
And what is wrong with that advice?
Nothing. There's nothing wrong with that advice.
It's just very thought-out and un-Dougie-like.
However, even if your ridiculous plan was to work,
you've left out a couple of minor details,
i.e. her hitting, her punching, her yelling--
Oh, grow up, little brother.
Do you think she would've reacted so strongly
if she didn't feel something for you, too?
Hmm?
Ahh! There was no hot water in the shower today,
I ran out of shampoo,
and I have two tests, French and Math.
The hell are you so smiley about?
Ethan's coming over this afternoon.
He's going to spend the weekend.
Hmmm!
Do I smell a romance a-brewin', big brother?
Come on.
It is possible for two gay males to be friends
without it turning sexual, you know?
Jack, I'm not talking about your orientation.
I'm talking about the fact that you can't wipe that grin off your face.
I'm serious.
I'm just glad I finally found a friend who actually,
you know, accepts me for who I am and understands.
It's just a gigantic relief, that's all.
So, uh, what does Dad have to say about this?
Well, he's got that business trip this weekend anyway,
so I figured, you know, why risk a fight?
What?
Uh, Dad canceled it.
Well, you know what? So what?
You know, it's a harmless situation.
You know, I'm an adult, pretty much,
and if I want to have a friend come over to the house, I can, you know?
There's not a damn thing he can say about it.
Not a damn thing who can say about what?
Uh, not a damn thing the congress can say
to the president if he decides to veto that new tax initiative reform thingy.
Ok.
Bye.
Why are you smiling like that?
Oh, no reason.
Let me ask you something, Henry.
Ok.
When, exactly, were you planning on telling me
that tomorrow's your birthday?
How'd you find out?
I have my sources,
and in honor of your birth, I planned us a little outing.
Dinner, a movie,
and then comes your present, which will remain a surprise,
so don't even try and get it out of me.
Jen, actually, I can't.
Well, not tomorrow at least.
Why not?
I have plans.
You have plans on your birthday?
With who? Your other girlfriend?
With my mom and my family.
You know, it's a family thing, no friends.
Oh.
I-- I'm sorry.
That's fine.
I mean, I understand that.
Hey, Henry.
I'll see you at your party tomorrow, man.
Can't wait.
You're having a birthday party and you didn't invite me?
Oh, ok, just-- Just let me explain, ok?
Oh, I can't think of one possible thing you would say right now
that would dig you out of the Grand Canyon-size hole you are in.
But while you frantically search for a shovel,
I'm going to class.
Hey, man.
I can't-- Take a look at this.
I can't believe they're doing that.
"Construction to begin next week on phase three of Capewood's condominiums."
And?
And? Pacey, they're gonna bulldoze our woods.
Our fort.
That's where we did all our pre-adolescent male bonding.
Ah, yeah.
Our first furtive glances at Playboy,
you watching me take my first sips of stolen beer.
We should protest it, you know?
We should handcuff ourselves to the fort, or something.
You seem a little,
I don't know, weird or something.
I'm fine.
So, how was your weekend?
Anything interesting happen?
Um...
Nah.
You know what we should do?
We should go camping.
You and I.
Give the old fort one last hurrah.
Really?
Yeah, I mean, this could be our last chance, man.
Pacey and Dawson paying homage
to their swiftly disappearing childhood.
That's a really good idea.
Let's do it.
Let's go camping.
Great.
Ok.
What's wrong?
Well, my boyfriend is ashamed of me
and a weaselly little liar, but other than that,
I'm just peachy.
Sorry, Jen.
Me, too.
Well, given the pathetic track record of my love life,
why would I expect any less?
Ok, you know what, friends?
Other girls don't have these problems like we do.
And you want to know why?
Because they actually hang out together.
What do you mean?
I mean, this mood of yours is in clear need
of a little estrogen energy boost.
Not to mention the fact that there's this
mysterious black cloud hanging over Joey's head.
So, I think this calls for a girls' night out.
A girls' night out?
Yeah.
Ok, don't you guys think it's a little abnormal
that the two of you never hang out with anybody
who doesn't have a penis?
You'd be surprised at how powerful female bonding can be.
Haven't you ever seen Thelma and Louise?
Andie, they killed somebody.
And then they drove off of a cliff.
Yeah, but the point is, is they did it together.
Solidarity.
I mean, in this cold, cruel world,
a girl can rely on one thing: her sisters.
I need a little female bonding, and so do you.
So, what do you say?
You know what? I'm in.
Yay, Jen.
Yeah, I'm-- Alright, I'm in.
Yay. Ok, you're not gonna regret it.
- Hey, Jack. - Hey.
What's up, man?
-It's good to see you, man. -Yeah, you too.
Dad.
You're home early.
Could I see you for a minute?
What's the meaning of this?
No meaning, he's a-- He's a friend.
If you had just asked my permission,
you would have saved yourself the embarrassment
of having to tell that boy to go home.
He just took a two hour train ride from boarding school.
I'm not telling him to go home.
Jack, this is not a good weekend for guests.
This is not a good weekend for guests,
or this is not a good weekend
for the kind of guests that I would have?
That is not what I said.
No, but it's what you mean.
Look, Dad, I don't care, all right?
He's a friend, he's staying.
I don't have to justify that to you.
Yes, but you felt you had to keep it from me,
which makes it all the more clear that it's not a good idea.
Yeah, I felt I had to keep it from you
because I knew you'd react this way.
My answer is no.
Look...
You know what?
I don't care what your answer is, because I'm not asking.
When I moved back home, there was a promise
that this would be an open household,
that I could live my life free of judgment.
As long as you're under my roof--
Look, the only reason I'm here is because of Andie.
You know what? I'm glad you came back here this weekend.
Because if watching me hang out with my friends makes you suffer,
then you deserve to suffer.
Gotta say, that was good work out there today, Buzz.
Couple more weekends like this and we'll be done.
All right, down you come.
You little monkey.
All right, slap me some skin, man, it was good work.
You can't leave yet, my friends are coming over
and I told them all about my semi-cool mentor.
I wish I could stay, but I already made plans, little buddy.
Trying to give me a complex about my height?
Look, this has been a ton of fun,
but I'm already late to meet my buddy, ok?
Girlfriend?
No, nosy. I'm going camping with my buddy, Dawson.
But I want to go camping. Why don't you take me camping?
Buzz, I can't. This is a no-kids trip.
It's just me and Dawson, but next time,
you and me, camping, I promise.
How does that sound, huh?
See you on Sunday?
Whatever.
Bye, Pacey.
Ok.
I'll go first.
Facials and pedicures, what do you think?
Great! Ok, I'll go get the stuff ready.
So, what's up?
Not much.
Really?
Because, Joey if you're going through
a particular situation right now
and you need somebody to talk to,
somebody to shed light, but yet who's still uninvolved,
I just wanted to let you know I'm here.
Do you have any information you'd like to share
about a particular situation?
You, me, Dawson, Pacey, it's a real incestuous little group.
Now, I know I'm just standing on the periphery,
but it seems like there's a whole world balance
that's definitely been shifting.
You know, what I'd like to know is,
how some meaningless impulsive scenario,
which was over before it began,
somehow became public knowledge.
And what makes you think that I want to talk about it?
Joey, nothing's public knowledge,
and I have no idea what particular scenario you're referring to,
but it's pretty clear from your attitude that it's not meaningless.
And like I said before, if you need somebody to talk to,
to help figure things out with it,
I just wanted to tell you that I'm here.
MR. McPHEE: So, what are you guys up to?
What does it look like we're up to?
Mind if I join you?
Actually, yes.
Why don't you go over to Jen's
with a pair of binoculars
and spy on Andie for a while?
God.
You'd think he'd be a little less blatant about watchdogging us.
I'm sorry to put you through this.
Don't worry about it.
I've been there and back with my own Dad.
I know how to handle it.
How the hell did we do this when we were ten years old?
Then, all we had on our backs were a bag of chips
and a couple Capri Suns.
I guess a lot's changed since then.
Yeah, of course.
But change is good, right?
I mean, change can be good.
You know, sometimes even change that seems like it's bad
can end up being good.
Hey, there it is, man.
Our old fort.
Fruit of an entire summer's labor.
Still standing.
You know, that's just typical.
Of what?
Of me.
I mean, everything.
I mean, this fort, everything we've seen today,
I remember as being bigger than life.
But I think it's just ordinary.
Maybe my whole life is just ordinary.
All this over an old fort?
We were nine years old when we built this, Dawson.
What do you expect, the Taj Mahal?
Of course not, it's just I've...
I don't know. Recently I've been trying to connect
with who I was in the past,
You know, when I had all this passion and I knew who I was,
and things were simple, magical, even.
But now I just--
I don't know, maybe I never was that person.
Maybe I just thought I was.
You know what,
it's funny you should put it that way
because what it sounds to me like it--
it sounds like you're looking for an answer, you know?
And so am I, because just this morning
I was sitting over breakfast with Deputy Doug and--
of all people to ask for an answer, but you know...
so he tells me that I should probably come to you
because you're the one who's going to have the answer that I need, so--
Do you hear that?
No. What?
Yes! We found them!
Hey! Neat fort!
Can we take this guck off now?
Ugh. God, I know. I can barely move my cheeks.
Still have two and a half more minutes.
This popcorn is good.
Thanks. It was my Mom's specialty when I was a kid.
Reminds me of being a child.
Don't you wish you could be ten years old again?
Everything was so simple and under control then.
God, I felt so protected.
You know, I know what you mean.
I mean, I miss the time
when I could just climb the trees
and roll around in the mud and hang out with the boys,
and it was like, we were the same.
None of this stupid man-woman stuff getting in the way,
and I, I felt free to just be myself.
I never really got to be a little girl.
My Mom wouldn't let me play in the dirt because it wasn't proper,
and she wouldn't let me dress up in her high heels
because they were too expensive.
And she was not about to let me pig out
because she was afraid I'd get fat.
All I want to do is eat ice cream.
Eat ice cream, pretend to be a kid,
and forget about those stupid boys.
Oh, I know. They're twits. Awful.
I mean, maybe it's genetic or something,
but enough is enough.
And they lie.
Mmm. They mess with your heads.
And the worst is when they have feelings for you
and they won't even admit it.
You know what?
I've decided on my activity.
My favorite place as a kid.
The roller rink.
Roller skating!
Good! I think that your activity can overlap with mine.
Uh, Mr. McPhee, would you care to join us for dinner?
Well, you know, if you boys don't mind,
I'd love that.
Great, let's go.
Well, just let me get a jacket.
Ok.
What?
Alright, I talked to your parents,
they said it's ok for you to stay here tonight.
- Yay! - Yay.
I just want you to know,
a ten-year-old with a cell phone is just plain wrong.
Dawson was gonna tell us a story.
That's right, that's right.
I was gonna tell you a story about a very old man
who was very rich and decided to build
a very unusual type of amusement park.
With dinosaurs, and they called it Jurassic Park,
and I've seen it 12 times.
Try again.
Ok.
Um...
All right, this is a story about a boy named Elliott,
who thought he saw a goblin in his tool shed out back and--
Hel-lo! That was a movie.
It's called E.T.
Ok, a great white shark?
No!
Why don't you tell us one of your stories?
Ok.
All right, well...
This is a true story, and Pacey said I shouldn't tell you guys,
but, you know, I think you can handle it.
Actually, it takes place in the woods that we're sitting in right now.
It's about an old man who actually used to live in that fort right back there.
It used to be his home.
His name was Max,
which is an ordinary enough name,
but Max is not an ordinary guy.
Max is evil.
Nobody knows why, but he hates things
that are adorable or kind, or even happy.
And he walks around these woods.
He used to be a lumberjack, so he carries this huge, bloody ax.
He stalks the woods killing bunnies, birds,
whatever he came across, but his favorite target...
Is nine-year-olds.
You ok, Buzz?
Just keep going.
One day, Max arrived home to find three boys sleeping
in his house.
You know what?
I was thinking about what you guys said earlier,
about how all guys are twits?
And I think you're right,
but I think there's more to it than that because,
sometimes you know when they give you that certain look?
You know, that look that says
you are exactly where they want to be right now.
And you feel it for them, too.
And then you just melt like this big blob of ice cream,
even when you don't want to.
Pacey used to do that to me all the time.
Right before he kissed me.
Made my knees weak.
Henry's got a look like that.
Does it to me every time.
Whoa!
Ok, who wants to go again?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
I'm gonna take a break.
Ok. Come on, Joey.
- Ok. - Let's go.
Bye.
Henry, Henry, Henry!
Henry?
Hi.
You had a '57 Ford Thunderbird?
I can't believe it, that's my dream car.
Let me tell you Ethan, it drove like a dream, too.
Mint condition. Cherry red, black interior,
Eight cylinders, three speeds, convertible.
Jack, do you remember that photograph your mother took
of the two of us on the bumper when you were just a baby?
I guess I blocked it out.
Why'd you get rid of it?
Oh, well, kids and everything,
it was impractical.
But I loved that car.
I cried when I traded it in.
Tears.
Oh, man. I can't believe that.
Me neither.
MR. McPHEE: I haven't thought about that in years.
Jack used to beg me to take him for rides in it.
You remember that car, Jack?
I think I already said no.
Right.
There's a classic car museum just down the road,
stay open late on weekends.
They've got a 1926 Cadillac.
Blow your mind, Ethan.
Sounds great.
Jack?
Great.
Dawson.
Hey, check it out, man.
My God, I completely forgot about this.
This is...
Ok, the ticket stub from the first time I saw Jurassic Park.
And second, and the third.
That's just sad, man.
Tell me about it.
Hey, check this out.
It's Deputy Doug's pocket knife.
You know, my Dad never found the evidence,
but he still gave me the spanking of a lifetime.
Go figure.
Oh my God, look at this.
It's a picture of me and little Joey Potter.
God, look at how beautiful she was, even then.
We had no idea.
We must have been deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice.
What's this?
"The Secret Code of Pacey Witter and Dawson Leery."
Do you remember this? You drew this up the day that--
The day that we became blood brothers.
Yeah.
It's our oath of loyalty.
Yeah.
Aw, this is great. I can't--
I can't believe you found this.
It's so-- Isn't it weird how you can just
put your friendship with somebody in a box,
bury it, and completely forget about it?
Yeah.
Again, let me just assure you that this is a pure coincidence.
I am not crashing your party,
and your mom insisted that we stay,
and that's the only reason.
So you can stop being mad.
I'm not mad.
Humiliated, maybe, but not mad.
Oh, wait a minute.
First you lie to me about this party,
then you hurt my feelings by not inviting me,
and then I accidentally show up anyway, wearing this?
And you're humiliated?
Can you blame me?
Look around, Jen, this place is fit for a six-year old.
I told my Mom I'd do it this last time.
How could I have brought you?
You wouldn't have possibly understood.
How do you know what I'll understand unless you tell me?
It's been hard enough trying to get you to stop thinking of me
as an innocent little kid.
Then what, bring you to this?
Come on.
Henry, how many times do I have to tell you this?
Your innocence is one of the best things about you.
It's helping me find the same thing within myself.
You don't have to hide who you are.
Not from me.
So are you saying that you forgive me?
I'm saying I don't like being lied to.
No. I'm sorry.
I understand if you never want to speak to me again.
So dramatic.
Come back here, Parker!
You know, by the way,
your birthday present would have been a copy of Born to Run.
Mint condition, on vinyl.
Would have been?
Well, I-- I-- I--
I sort of sold it back to the record store
and bought some angry chick music.
I guess it's the thought that counts.
Yeah, something like that.
Happy birthday, Henry.
Come on.
The beauty of the old cars is the simplicity.
Everything's right here. There's nothing automatic.
You have to prime this--
Can I, like, talk to you over here for a moment, please?
Sure.
What's up?
What's up is that I didn't ask you to come and visit
so we could hang out with my Dad, who hates me, ok?
And doesn't even try to understand me.
Who can cry tears over a stupid car,
but can't muster up a shred of emotion for his own son.
No, no. He stopped being my father a long time ago, Ethan.
I don't want to spend some excruciating evening
being reminded of that, I mean, come on.
This is a nightmare.
Jack, calm down. I mean--
Boys, I'm gonna head back. You can get home ok?
Yes.
You know, I really thought things were getting better.
I was so grateful for tonight.
I canceled my business trip this weekend
to spend time with you.
I guess I'm just not the father you want.
Or need.
Pacey, you awake?
Wide awake. yes.
What's up, man?
It finally occurred to me what in my life hasn't lost its luster with time.
My friendships.
You know, I might be unsure of a lot of things in my life,
but I'm always gonna be sure of you.
And Joey.
Me and Joey, huh?
Yeah.
I mean, you, you're...
You're pure loyalty.
You know, you're still the same guy
who drew up that oath we took when we were kids.
Still the guy who'd do anything for a friend.
And Joey?
Joey?
She's my conscience.
My soul mate.
My inspiration.
The point is,
I'm really glad to have you guys in my life.
I'd be lost without you.
You know, if I'm loyalty, Dawson,
it's only 'cause you cast me in the role.
You're the storyteller, you know?
You see everything and figure out what it means.
Did you see the look on those kids' faces
while you were telling them that story tonight?
How caught up they were?
You're the guy who builds this fantastic world.
You just let the rest of us live in it.
These days, it doesn't feel so fantastic.
It will, bro.
Good night.
Hold up.
Don't you think we should talk about what happened tonight?
Actually, I'd just like to pretend it's all a bad dream.
Well, that would be a mistake, Jack.
Look, I know you're mad at me, but don't be.
I was just trying to help.
No. I'm not, I'm not mad at you.
I'm just-- I'm just mad.
I don't know. I mean, tonight...
Tonight he just somehow managed to make it look
like he was the victim in this whole thing
and like I was some kind of malicious ogre,
but it's not like that.
God, Jack.
Don't you get it? You're both victims here.
And it's not gonna get any better,
unless you start letting go of some of that anger.
Yeah, but he's the one who did this to me.
Ok? He's the one that made me this angry.
A year, Ethan. A whole year he spends walking around
like I'm the worst thing that ever happened to him.
And he cancels one trip so he can passive-aggressively throw it back into my face,
and everything's supposed to magically fall back into place?
It doesn't work like that.
Well, let me tell you how it does work, Jack.
You keep walking around with all that anger,
you and your Dad are gonna lose another year.
And another one.
And before you know it, you're gonna wake up one morning
and realize that you need him.
Or he needs you.
But it's gonna be too late.
You know, the other nice side effect of letting go of your anger
is that you don't have to be angry anymore.
Just think about it.
Good night, Jack.
Good night.
Weird night, huh?
Yeah, I'd say.
I was talking to Bessie the other day,
and she told me to talk to somebody about this,
and I can't believe I'm telling you, but...
Pacey kissed me the other day.
Yeah, I figured this thing would come to a head sooner or later.
Nothing came to a head. I mean, there is no thing, it--
I'm just freaked out and angry,
and I don't understand why he would do something like this.
I mean, it came out of nowhere, and...
Well, if it came out of nowhere,
then how come I'm not surprised?
You should ask yourself, Joey,
if this is really nothing,
then why are you so upset and so confused?
It's late.
What is it?
Yeah, I just, um...
I just wanted to ask you why,
Why this weekend, why this trip, why now?
When for the past year you've treated me like I was a leper.
Answer me that, why?
It was just...
time.
I was talking to Richard at the office.
He has a son, just failed out of his fourth college,
got caught stealing a car, drug problem, whole nine yards.
It just suddenly occurred to me...
Jack is a good kid.
I have a good kid, and I don't even know him.
But I want to know him.
So I canceled my trip.
Look, I don't see what the big deal is.
Somebody had to make the first move.
I just didn't think it would be you.
I'll talk to you later, huh?
Alright, I'll see ya.
Let's go, guys.
Bye, Dawson. Watch out for Max and his bloody axe.
See you guys.
I'm gonna get 12 Pixy Stix and five candy bars.
How about an orange soda and a box of pretzels?
One pixie stick, one candy bar, and an orange soda.
Hey.
Just a second.
Listen, if you'll give us two minutes,
I'll give you ten sodas and a box of sugar, what do you say?
Done.
There you go.
Hey.
Hey again.
- So look, I just want-- - About the other night--
You go first.
Well, I just-- I, I wanted to...
I just wanted to say that, uh...
I'm sorry.
You know, all that stuff about disaster and Dawson
and the ripple effect in our universe,
it was all right.
I mean, what I did, that was just monumentally stupid.
I don't know what I was thinking,
so, I just wanted you to know that it was impulse,
plain and simple.
One that has left my body.
Permanently.
Promise.
It's ok, Pacey. I mean,
I totally overreacted.
I mean something isn't a big deal unless you let it be.
And, and it, you know, it's, it's not a big deal.
Why get so upset?
I mean, it obviously meant, meant nothing, right?
Right.
Right because what I did was a mistake.
Right.
Right. Well, umm...
I guess that puts us back to just being friends.
Definitely.
Great.
Uh...alright.
Well, uh...
Yeah, I should probably get going.
You know, once that kid gets all that sugar in him, watch out.
He's a little terror. You know, I'll probably have to chase him back home.
It's two miles. Not pretty.
Well then, I guess I'll see you later, Pacey.
Yeah, I'll see you later, Jo.
You grab the front, I grab the back?
One, two, three...
Grab it!
There you go.
Is that her?
Who?
The girl.
What girl?
The girl you want to kiss, doofus.
The one you're in love with.
Nope.