Hey!
Just caught us some dinner.
Ah, seafood.
Great change of pace, Pace.
Was that a note of disgust I detected at our sustenance of the ocean born?
After this trip, if I never eat another thing
that breathes through gills again, it'll be too soon.
So there she blows, huh?
Capeside, Mass. Our first and last port of call.
Doesn't look much different than when we left it, does it?
That's 'cause it ain't, Fraulein.
I'm in no more of a race than you are to get back there,
but it's not like we have another choice in the matter.
We don't have to go home.
We survived for 3 months taking odd jobs.
We can survive for as long as we want.
As long as we're happy.
Pacey, if you're so serious about this, then why bring this up now...
2 hours from home?
12 hours from home.
See, I think we should probably drop anchor here,
have a bite to eat, and then we can debate
whether or not to scrap this whole mission home.
No. I don't believe you, Pacey Witter.
I mean, as truant as your natural instincts may be,
you'd never really suggest us skipping our senior year entirely.
Just what would we be missing from the land of poorly scripted melodramas, huh?
Recycled plot lines, tiresome self-realizations?
You throw in the occasional downward spiral of a dear friend
and maybe a baby here and a death there,
and all you've really got is a recipe for some soul-sucking, mind-numbing ennui.
And I, for one, can skip it.
You know what continually amazes me, Pace?
And what is that?
How long you've lasted without being thrown off this boat.
Oh, finally.
That's something we can both agree upon.
I'd kick off Jack.
You'd kick me off the island before you'd kick off Andie?
Andie's very resourceful.
All right. Give it up for girl power.
Yeah. Ruthless alliance.
Oh, come on, Jack.
It's not like we kicked you off first or anything.
I mean, we already kicked off Grams.
Yeah.
Well, that comparison just bathes me in relief.
You guys should go in. The water's warm.
Yeah, right. And reapply the 20 minutes of lotion I just put on.
No, thanks.
We gotta go.
We gotta paint Mrs. Hammacott at 2:00.
Mm, sounds kinky.
He means her house.
It's our last one this season.
And we still have an hour before we have to be there.
Yeah, but we gotta stop by the hardware store.
We gotta get paint. We gotta get some rollers.
All right, well, hold on. It's our last beach day of the season.
I want to get this on record.
Dawson, please. No pictures. I look awful.
Well, now you'll look awful for posterity. Ready?
1...2...3.
Oh! Nice.
Well, see you guys at the dive-in tonight.
Yep. Dawson, I hear they're playing Jaws.
Oh! Good. Never seen that one yet.
See you guys later.
See ya. Bye.
Ooh!
Cute boys, 2 o'clock.
Like it even matters.
Come on. One of us is single.
In theory.
But in practice, Andie, let's face it.
Your sex life this summer has been an episode of abstinence in the city.
Well, is it my fault if this one-horse Hamlet
hasn't offered a suitable summer fling?
Oh, Andie, there are plenty of guys.
Face it. You're just not bold enough to go up and talk to them.
And if you were in my shoes, you would.
Yes!
I mean, come on, I think that my resumé speaks for itself.
Fine. I'm gonna go talk to them.
Ok. I am.
You go!
I am!
Well?
Well, I am just negotiating the proper approach.
Well, excuse me while I negotiate the proper approach to the snack bar.
Scaredy-cat. I am not.
Are so. Am not!
Are so!
Boy. That's a little on the heavy side.
Who's that one for?
Uh, my sister, I think. Is that everything?
Yeah, for right now. I figured we'd just leave
the rest on the boat and pick it up tomorrow.
Ok.
Oh...
Uh, before we leave, though,
there is one other thing we should cover.
What's that?
Well, they're gonna ask.
Who's gonna ask what?
The masses. They're gonna ask what happened on the boat.
This summer... Between you and I...
You know... Sexually speaking.
No one cares, Pacey.
Ok, maybe they care, but they're not gonna ask.
It's too crass.
We live in a crass age.
Ok, so what are you gonna say?
That really depends.
On?
On what you're gonna say.
Well, I guess I'm going to say nothing because it's no one's business.
That's good.
"Nothing" sounds perfect.
Besides, they're not gonna ask.
Oh, they'll ask.
Well...
This is it.
Last of our summer, and...
I go left, you go right,
and we spend the next whole 24 hours away from each other.
If you're curious as to why I'm not currently awash in sadness,
it's only because, to be perfectly honest,
you were startin' to get on my nerves, Jo.
Oh.
Good. Well, 'cause...you know, I...
I'd hate to think that after all of our intimate talks,
you were actually covering up your aching heart
with false bravado.
Well, put your mind at ease.
Well, I guess I'll call you tomorrow, maybe?
Oh...if you think about it, sure.
Ok. Good luck out there.
Thanks.
Excuse me. Do you know where the light bulbs are?
Uh, usually up.
I meant which aisle.
I'm sorry. I don't work here.
Lucky for management.
Um...if it helps, I think they're on aisle 4--
Gretchen?
Dawson?
Wow.
Hi.
How are you?
I...I’m...
Damp...at the moment.
And in the grander scheme of things?
I sort of heard through the family about last spring.
That. Uh...I'm fine.
I'm fine. And, uh, what about you?
Still home from college for the summer?
A little bit longer than that.
It's no biggie. I'm just, uh...
Takin' some time off.
Ok. Well...at the risk of sounding trite,
it's...it's nice to see you again.
At the risk of sounding redundant,
it's nice to see you, too.
Damp and all.
Ok. I got the paint, you got the rollers.
Who's the girl?
Uh, what girl?
The...girl you're gonna pretend to have no knowledge of
until I annoy you with the question
over and over and over again.
That girl. Uh...
Long story.
Good, 'cause we got the whole north side
of Mrs. Hancock's to paint.
I can't believe you!
I'm your sister. I'm entitled to know.
No, you're not.
I'll rephrase. I'm your sister whom you ditched
high and dry last June.
I'm entitled to know.
Open your gift.
A plant.
It's a Carolina Jasmine.
At night, if the wind hit right,
we could smell them 2 miles out on the water.
At night while you and Pacey were--
Quit it.
I haven't even unpacked yet.
Oh. Hey, Joey, wait.
Why is there an underwear-clad stranger in my bedroom?
That's where he lives.
You rented out my room?
Until Tuesday. Come over here.
It's my turn to give you a gift.
Our accounting book.
You're so kind.
Look at that number.
Bessie, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize how difficult it would be.
Joey, it has a plus next to it, not a minus.
Welcome to one of the most successful bed-and-breakfasts
in the state, Joey. We've doubled our rates,
and we're still booked well through the fall.
Well, when I called, y-you never mentioned--
I wanted it to be a surprise.
...Hang out with my friends
and help my brother with his numerous problems.
Hello. Oh. Why, there you are,
Jennifer. I was just
chatting with the guys.
I'd like you to meet Jean and Jean-Jean.
Hmm. Hello...Jeans.
They're French.
Get out of dodge.
And they're, uh, backpacking
through the east coast for the summer.
Just stopped in Capeside yesterday.
Ohh! Tell me they are not adorable
plus 10 times 10 to the 10th power.
Andie, they can hear you. Doesn't matter.
One of 'em barely speaks any English.
The other one knows "Hello," "Good-bye,"
and the lyrics to an 'N Sync song.
We would like very much for you to tour us the city.
We'd love to!
Um...sorry, boys. I'm gonna have
to catch up with you on the riviera.
Ok, Frenchies, let's go tour Capeside
and any other terrain you're interested in covering.
It's a Florida snowman. Get it?
Notice my fits of laughter.
So...oh, yeah.
How's my favorite couch been?
You been keepin' it warm for me?
Well, you know, it's funny you should bring that up.
Oh, come on, now.
You're not gonna cast me out to the wolves, are you?
Ah, seems I have to. Somebody's already moved in. Sorry.
Ah.
You and Rupert finally decide to tie the knot?
I see 3 months on the water's done absolutely nothing
to improve your sense of humor.
Don't tell me this is a girl or something.
Well, yes. As a matter of fact, it is.
Oh, well, that's just fantastic.
Just as I need a place to sleep,
you decide to get all hetero on me.
As much as I would love to put an end
to your inaccurate comments regarding my sexuality,
I assure you that this relationship is purely platonic.
Good. Then I'm sure whoever Miss Mystery Guest is
couldn't possibly be as important as your baby bro, bro.
That's where you're wrong, 'cause she's equally important
and...equally related.
Sorry I'm late, Doug. I stopped at the hardware store
to get some light bulbs.
Gretchen?
Ha ha! Nice hair, loser.
Come give your big sis a hug.
Hey. Hi.
Hello?
Hello.
Mrs. Leery.
Mr. Leery.
Dawson?
She was my first crush.
I was, uh...10, 11, so she must've been, what,
all of 13? I was spending the evening at the Witters' house,
and Gretchen and 2 of her friends were out in the backyard.
Pacey had the brilliant idea of water ballooning the whole lot of 'em.
We went to work for about 2 hours, filling water balloons.
By the time we'd gotten outside,
Gretchen and her friends were already in their bathing suits.
They must've heard the plot through an open bathroom window.
And, uh...of course, Pacey decided to balloon 'em anyway.
But I remember just...staring.
At Gretchen.
Mm-hmm. You'd think I'd never seen a girl
in a bathing suit before. It just...
Hit me...
Without warning, right then and there.
And from then on, any money
that would've formerly gone to...
Baseball cards or action figures
was now being spent on chocolates and $5.00 tulips
that I would leave anonymously on Gretchen Witter's stoop.
It wasn't till years later that I realized
that my crush had been a running family joke.
Yeah, right. So what happened?
Same thing that happens with all adolescent crushes.
Absolutely nothing.
I will simply not be replaced.
It's too damaging to my fragile ego.
Oh, get over yourself.
Why don't you get over yourself?
Ok? Aren't you a college student or something?
It's called taking time off.
Sure, it is.
I'm the only other Witter that euphemism won't fool.
Mind your own business, little brother.
Let go of my living quarters, and maybe I won't dig up
whatever sordid mess it was that landed you
in this remote corner of the world.
All right, all right. That's enough, you two.
Now, Pacey, you currently have other living options.
Gretchen does not. Thank you.
Really. And what might those living options be, Dougie?
Well, for starters, there's your boat.
Are you jokin'?
I spent the last hundred days livin' on that thing.
Ok, fine. Kerry and the no-neck monsters
are still at Mom and Dad's, but I believe there is a couch there. Am I wrong?
Oh, no, you're not wrong. I'd just as soon take a cot on death row.
Hey, there's always the zoo.
Down, Gretchzilla.
As usual, your level of maturity astounds.
I know. Why don't you stay with Joey?
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, you have a girlfriend now.
I'm sure she'd be more than happy
to set you up with a little bed... Or share hers.
You know, honestly, I don't appreciate that suggestion
or the tone that accompanies it.
You know, Gretchen's got a point. I mean, uh,
if any place has extra rooms, it's a B&B.
I'm not gonna impose upon that family.
Yeah. Why should you when you have your own to impose on?
Ah, Gretchen. So good to have you home.
Oh, no. Whoops. Silly me. I don't have a home anymore.
Hey, it pains me to see you this way. It really does.
Pass the iced tea.
Thanks.
So football camp led to an unexpected scholarship
at Hanover academy, and Henry and his parents
decided that attending would double his college options,
so next thing you know, I'm dating a guy
who goes to boarding school 4 hours away.
They're doing what Jennifer terms
"The long distance thing."
Which, ironically, Grams disapproves of.
Youth is a time to be spent in the now,
not pining away for a solitary weekend
every other month or so.
Isn't there a pair of knitting needles calling your name somewhere?
I suppose they are.
Good-bye, Josephine.
Nice to have you back safe and sound.
Ok. Enough me. You're the one
fresh from the world excursion.
So?
We had the time of our lives.
I honestly wouldn't even know where
to begin talking about it.
Well, I'll help you out. Cut to the sordid stuff.
Jen. Come on, Jo.
I wouldn't be human if I didn't want to know.
You and Pacey, alone on a boat for 3 months.
Everybody's gonna ask.
We're not talking about it.
With my experience with that particular yes-or-no question,
"No" means "No," and "We're not talking about it"
means "We did it."
You got me.
We did it...
All day, all night, 24-7.
Are you aware that there are at least 38 known differing sexual positions?
And 42 if you're flexible enough.
Ok, it's none of my business.
Jen, how is everyone else doing?
Good.
Yeah, everybody's good.
I should probably be going.
I promised Bessie I'd help with dinner.
What--what are you doin' tonight?
You and Pacey just layin' low?
No, we're not doing anything.
We're taking our first official night off from each other.
Well, we are going to the dive-in. Why don't you join us?
I don't know that that's such a good idea.
8:00, Stupmuck cove, and I'm gonna tell everybody that you'll be there.
Bye.
And on your right
we have a very historic building
where many historic events occurred.
Sorry. Hope I'm not boring you with all the specifics.
Oh, no, no. You're beautiful when you speak.
Well, stop! Ha ha!
Uh, no, I didn't really mean "stop."
I am sorry. I don't understand.
Never mind.
So, uh... Does he ever speak?
Eh, tu ne veux pas parler un petit--
Non, je ne peux parler.
When he wants.
So...anyway, uh, what's your town like?
I come from Paris. Have you been?
Oh...no, but I want to go desperately.
Why?
'Cause it's the city of romance!
It's...it's the city of love lost and found.
It's Degas and Cézanne and Monet and Van Gogh.
I mean, even though I've never been there,
it's like I know it better than my own home.
Elle connaüt la ville si bien
parce que c'est dans son coeur, non?
What'd he say?
He said you know it so well
because it's in your heart.
Oh.
So how'd she look?
Dawson.
It's a question.
She looked great.
Great.
You sure the light wasn't in your eyes?
She didn't grow a hump
or develop some hideous skin disorder or something?
Does this mean that you don't want to see her?
Um...I didn't say that.
Good, because I invited her to come with us to the dive-in tonight.
You...
How very thoughtful of you.
Dawson, come on. You're gonna have to dispense
with the awkward intros sooner or later,
so why not--
What happened to the natural progression of things?
Hmm?
Joey naturally came over,
and I naturally invited her.
I don't know.
So, is what's-his-name gonna be there?
Uh, no. No, they're takin' the night off.
Which would make this the perfect opportunity
for the two of you to have your inevitable Geneva conference
where you decide to remain friends forever no matter what happens.
Why are you so resolute about this?
I don't know. I guess it...
Just in thinking back to the way everything went down last year,
you know... how you found out and all, and I--
What, you feel responsible?
Yes, I do. Wouldn't you?
Look, the only thing you're responsible for
is helping me have arguably the best summer of my life.
Ahem!
Dawson.
Jen.
Dawson and Jen.
Welcome to the Leery house
where it's déjà screw all over again.
Well, uh, we were just, uh, goin' over
the possible renovations for the home.
You're dying on the vine, dear.
Later, Mrs. Leery, Mr. Leery.
You, uh...said you checked the rooms.
I did.
Mm-hmm. Well, you didn't check the darkroom.
I didn't count the darkroom.
From now on, the darkroom counts.
Guess who.
Mmm...well, let's see...
It can't possibly be my boyfriend.
We're not supposed to see each other till tomorrow.
He--he was growing sick of me.
Yeah, that was before he found out he was homeless
and needed to bum a couch for the night.
Hmm? Mmm.
Try again. B&B's booked.
I'm on the couch myself until Tuesday.
Is it just me, or are you starting to get the distinct feeling
that this town really didn't miss us all that much?
It's like the reverse of It's a Wonderful Life.
Everyone's better off without us.
Except for each other.
What do you want to do tonight?
Want to grab some pizza, hang out on the boat?
Or I was thinking maybe we could go catch a bad summer movie
at the $1.50 theater. What do you say?
Well, uh...
Actually, uh, Jen invited me to the dive-in.
The dive-in. Everybody from school's gonna be at the dive-in.
To be perfectly honest, I don't think I'm prepared for that quite yet.
Were you gonna go without me?
We can just go together.
I think it'd be fun... And...and healthy...
You know, to see everyone.
To see Dawson.
Yes...to see Dawson,
which we've talked about, Pacey.
And it's no secret that I'm anxious to get things squared away with him.
No, it's no secret.
And to be perfectly honest, look,
I don't really care where we go or what we do
as long as we do it together.
Thank you.
Hey! You guys go on in. I'll be in in a second.
Ah. Looks like somebody found some new friends.
Don't forget, Andie. It was the French
who coined the term "Ménage à trois."
Ménage à I-don't-think-so.
Besides, I only like the one who speaks English.
The other one just stands there looking like a dolt.
So do you know if he's single yet?
I'm working on it.
Give me an hour.
Unbelievable.
I thought you said he wasn't gonna be here, Jen.
He wasn't, Dawson.
So why is he here, Jen?
Good question, Dawson.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Well, it wasn't my idea in the first place.
Do you think that...
Um...
That maybe I should go and get us something to drink
while you go and say hi?
Sure.
I mean, I just think it'll be easier.
Yeah. No problem.
I'll be back in a couple minutes.
Ok.
Ok. Where are you going?
To get a better seat.
I don't mind seeing her, but I'm not going
to go out of my way to talk to her.
Can't you go out of my way to talk to her?
You work him.
You work her.
You got it.
Joey, hey!
Hey!
What's up? How are you?
I'm good. How are you?
I'm good. Come on in.
Thanks.
It's good to see you. Good to see you.
Oh, someone's been lifting this summer.
Ah, yeah. Well, what else is there to do in this town, right?
So, where'd everyone go?
Uh...
You know, it's one thing to usurp the couch,
but it's quite another to come back here
and best my social standing.
Do you want to take a walk?
Yeah.
Do you hate me for taking your spot?
Spot? Try "bed."
Hmm. You hate me.
Marginally, yeah.
Well, retribution is yours.
Doug wakes me up every morning at 7:00 dust-bustering the kitchen.
It's like living with Felix Unger on crack.
Well, you're hardly an innocent.
Last we roomed together,
you were known to blare rock music so loud
small nations were kept up.
Not rock, Pacey. Soul.
There's a difference.
Yeah, there is a difference.
Fans listen to rock music.
Pretentious fans listen to soul music.
Is it possible you've actually grown more obnoxious over time?
Well, it is the Witter way.
Hmm. And somehow you still got the girl.
Yes, I did.
Who would've ever thunk me and Joey would end up together, huh?
Mmm...me.
You did not.
It didn't take Nostradamus to call it.
I mean, look at your similarities.
You're both classic scrappy underdogs.
She's sassy and you're a legendary annoyance.
She's beautiful and you're...lucky.
There is a compliment
in there somewhere, right?
You're both lucky.
Thank you.
And what about you, Gretchen?
Honestly. Why would you come back here?
I'm just, uh, taking a break. That's all.
All right.
Well, as they say in non-dysfunctional families,
welcome home, Gretchen.
And, uh, speaking of home,
I have a suggestion that I think you might find appealing.
Yeah?
Ask me a question.
I get it.
It's the old, "Let's make small talk
until he comes over," right?
Precisely. Just ask me a question.
Actually, I do have a question.
Not that question.
Come on! Jack!
I won't tell anybody. I swear.
She's doing the official "Wait for Dawson to come over" thing.
It looks to me more like the official
"Wait in vain for Dawson to come over" thing.
One more joke like that and I am really going to know
how hard this is for you.
It's not hard. Come on.
It's not. It's not easy, but it's not hard.
Well, whatever it is, why don't you just go get it over with?
I'll do it, but it's just a highly predictable moment.
I'm going to walk over there,
Joey and I are gonna engage in some semi-casual conversation
until the awkwardness overwhelms us both,
and then we're just gonna part...
Each of us surprised at how surprisingly painless
the whole encounter surprisingly was.
Well then, surprise me and go on over there.
All right.
Hey.
Yeah. I'm gonna go find Jen.
She's right over there. Ok. Thanks.
So, how's it going?
Uh, great. Great. It's going great.
How was your summer?
Uh, it was brief but good.
Yours?
Brief but good.
You look great.
Hey, you, too.
Thanks. You, too.
Thanks.
So, uh...
School's Monday-- - School's in--
Yeah.
It's good to see you.
It's good to see you, too.
Oh, uh, hold on a minute, guys.
There's someone that I'm not quite ready to see yet.
Uh... How do you say
ex-boyfriend?
I understand.
So do you happen to be in a, um...
Her name is Nicole.
And I bet you're crazy about her, aren't you?
To borrow your words,
she's Monet, Degas, Cézanne--
Ok, I get the point.
Of course he has a girlfriend.
He's cute. He has an accent,
and he tells me that I'm beautiful,
so of course he has a girlfriend, right?
I mean, you guys are all the same.
It doesn't matter if you're French, American, English,
German, Russian, Dutch, French.
What are you looking at?
A very rude girl.
Ok, you don't even know me, so--
Uh...you don't speak English.
I have it on good authority that I do.
Ok, but you guys told me--
It was a joke.
The name's J.J.
Short for John-John, not Jean-Jean.
So that means that all day you--
Understood every word you said.
Pardon moi. I'm just gonna go drown myself.
There you are.
And here we go.
What are you doing?
Both of us a favor. Taking us home.
You don't even ask me if I want to go?
Do I have to?
Maybe I’m having a fun time.
If this is how you look when you're enjoying yourself, Jo,
then you weren't having a very good time on the boat this summer,
'cause you never once looked like this.
And you never once behaved like this.
And just how am I behaving?
I don't know yet. Currently I'm deciding
between asinine, immature child
and arrogant, infantile boyfriend.
You know, I didn't want to come here in the first place.
Well, then, you shouldn't have come.
Yeah. I guess you would have loved that, huh?
Would have given you all the time in the world
to square things away with Dawson.
Those were your words, right? "Square things away"?
Pacey, dealing with Dawson is a reality for me.
It's a reality for the both of us.
The guy hates me, ok? I can't fix that.
Well, you could try. I don't want to!
Well, I do, and I'm sorry if you have a problem with that!
You're damn right I have a problem with that!
You're not even unpacked yet and the first think you think to do is--
Look, I can't help it if he's been on my mind,
but it doesn't mean what you think it means.
I don't know what it means. I don't care what it means.
I've just watched you grow more and more preoccupied
every day this week, and I'm tired of it.
And it better stop.
You better watch who you're ordering around, Pacey.
We're not on the boat and we haven't been for a day.
Who are you kidding, Jo?
Come on. You got off that boat long before the two of us did.
What is that supposed to mean?
You're a smart girl, Jo. You can figure it out.
Still here, huh?
Yeah. I was just thinking.
A highly overrated activity, if you ask me.
So, are you heading home?
Yeah.
Do you need a ride?
I would like that, Dawson.
Andie, you were a wonderful host.
If you come to Paris, you must look me up.
Ok. You have a deal, Jean.
Excusez-moi.
That, um, goes for me, too, you know.
I can't believe after everything you heard me say
that you'd still want to hang out with me.
Me either.
Ok, I think I liked you better before you spoke English.
There's a question in French. It's very popular.
The English translation, if I can remember correctly,
goes something like this:
Can I kiss you?
Oui.
So, tell me about this newly acquired love of photography
that seems to have sprung up in my absence.
Uh, I picked it up over the summer.
Didn't think I'd like it
nearly as much as I have,
but, you know,
I guess that's the way it always is, huh?
What's that?
You don't choose what you love, it chooses you.
Dawson, uh...
I'm very sorry.
I'm sorry for everything that happened last year
and for doing what I had to do.
I know how difficult it was and probably still must be.
It wasn't easy...
Thinking about the two of you together every day, every night.
You're actually the only person
who hasn't dared ask the big question.
I'm the only person the answer could potentially kill.
Wait here.
It's for you.
Ok.
Wow. It's my very own brick.
It's not just a brick.
It's from Hemingway's home in the keys.
Ernest?
No. Frank. Of course Ernest.
You know the guy shot himself, Jo.
Aside from that,
I would like to offer it to you as a--
Please don't say "symbol."
As an emblematic artifact
representing the foundation of--
of a new friendship.
I feel like I'm at the ribbon-cutting of a new strip mall.
Quit joking.
Truth is, Joey...
It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than symbols
for us to get back what we had,
and right now I'm not even sure that I want to.
We're just gonna have to take it one day at a time.
I know.
Hey, Dawson. For what it's worth,
the answer to that question everyone's been asking?
It wouldn't kill you.
Well, I've decided something,
and it is perhaps the singularly most important thing
that I've realized in the last 45 minutes,
so I must share it with you.
This town has far too many stoplights
for somebody who's not very good at driving stick.
I stalled 7 times coming over here.
Too bad it wasn't 8.
I stalled 7 times and 6 out of the 7 times,
do you know what I thought about?
You.
It's this secret thing I do whenever I get really pissed off
or confused or angry
or upset or sad.
I--I think of you, and I immediately feel good inside.
I guess it's kind of like taking a good mood pill or something.
And I swore to myself that I would never tell you that I did this,
because it is so girly and stupid,
and I just told you because...
I needed to score major points
for not explaining what went down tonight
or where I've been the last week
when I haven't been on this boat.
Keep going.
Pacey...
I wanted to see Dawson tonight
not because for 4 months of my life he was my boyfriend,
but because for the better part of my life he was my friend.
And as my friend, I hurt him deeply.
Living with that fact has caused me
no small amount of guilt over the past 3 months.
So, yes, I have been preoccupied,
and it has made my mind wander.
But...
My heart?
That's a fixed point.
3 months riding the open waters couldn't shake it,
and I'll be damned if I'll let your insecurities shake it.
My heart never left this boat.
It's never left you.
As far as I can see, it's not going to any time soon.
Ok, you got me.
I do want to know one thing, though.
What's that?
I want to know
what exactly it was you thought of
the seventh time you stalled.
That I was never going to drive stick again.
How very practical.
Hey, Pace?
Hmm?
Do you think we could do that thing that we do sometimes?
You wanna do that thing?
Yeah.
"The little mermaid could not take her eyes from the ship
"or from the beautiful prince.
"The colored lanterns had been extinguished.
"No more rockets rose in the air
"and the cannon had ceased firing.
"But the sea became restless
"and a moaning, grumbling sound
could be heard beneath the waves."
"After awhile, the sails were quickly unfurled,
"and the noble ship continued her passage,
"but soon the waves rose higher.
"Heavy clouds darkened the sky
"and lightning appeared in the distance.
"A dreadful storm was approaching.
"Once more the sails were reefed
"and the great ship pursued her flying course over the raging sea.
"To the little mermaid, this appeared pleasant sport.
Not so for the sailors."