*Dawson's room. The video that Dawson is making is on tv.*

Joey: *on tape* Look, I know what I saw. It was big and it was ugly and it attacked me and it's still out there just waiting.

Pacey: *on tape* I may not believe you, Stephanie, but I believe in you.

*Pacey and Joey's characters start to kiss. Joey pulls away.*

Joey: *on tape* Ooo.Ugh.

Pacey: *on tape* What? What? Come on.

Dawson:Cut.

*Joey is laying on Dawson's bed. She flips the tape off and looks over at Dawson at his desk. He is working on a model of her head.*

Joey: Sorry, Dawson but he is just too repelling.

Dawson: Joey, you're going to have to kiss him.

Joey: I cannot and will not kiss that cretin.

Dawson: It's a movie, you're playing a character. It's not Pacey you're kissing.

Joey:So he's a sea serpent from the deep. What's the difference?

Dawson:But you're not aware of his evil alter-ego. You're in love.

Joey: Forget it.

Dawson:The movie doesn't work without a kiss, Joey, it's a love story.

Joey:It's a horror movie, Dawson.

Dawson:It's a homage with a heavy allegorical slant.

Joey:But he's so un-kissworthy

Dawson: Do it for me?

Joey:I don't want to regurgitate on camera. Why don't you kiss him?

Dawson: Because my lips are reserved for someone else.

Joey:Have you kissed Little Miss Someone Else yet?

Dawson: There's no need to rush fate.

Joey:Don't wait an eternity, Dawson. I mean, she's from New York where things tend to move faster.

Dawson: Well then, how enchanting to meet a strapping young man who doesn't have sex on the brain.

Joey: If it helps you sleep at night.

Dawson: Joey,you heard it for yourself. Through her own admittance, she's a self-proclaimed virgin.

Joey:For another second.

Dawson: Jen happens to be a bright and talented young woman who is clearly in charge of her own body.

Joey: I'm not suggesting leather straps and Crisco,just a kiss.

Dawson:Jen and I will definitely kiss,don't you worry. The question is will yours ever find Pacey's?

Joey: I vote for an extensive rewrite.

Dawson: Well, that's too bad. Because you definitely have kissing lips.

Joey:What?

Dawson:Check it out. *Dawson moves the head to where Joey can see it.* You give good lip. You know, Joey, you can always just close your eyes and think of somebody else. *pauses* Explain to me, the Crisco.

*Dawson's Creek Theme*

*CUT TO Capeside High, announcements are playing.*

Student Announcer: Don't forget about the big dance on Saturday to celebrate our victory at the big game on Friday. Even if we don't win the big game, the Planning Committee is really optimistic. Get your tickets now.

*Dawson is seen walking into Mr. Gold's, the film teacher's room.*

Dawson:Mr Gold, got a sec?

Mr. Gold: What is it, Dawson?

Dawson: Umm,well,I've been thinking about what you said. And you were right to not let me into your class.

Mr. Gold: I've glad you gave it some thought.

Dawson: I did. I am, however, in a bit of a jam. See, I have study hall fifth period in the library and it's really crowded in there. Major overflow, sweaty, unpleasant. I, uh, I talked to Mr. Gibbons about switching study halls and he seemed to think that with your permission I could spend study halls with you.

Mr. Gold: Hmmm, Fifth period. That's exactly when film class is.

Dawson: That's an uncanny coincidence.

Mr. Gold: You will not be part of the class. You will sit in the back and be quiet. And you will not participate or involve yourself in any...

Dawson: *rushing out the door* Great, thank you Mr. Gold. I really, this is a big deal.

*CUT TO Pacey at Tamara's desk. She walks in.*

Pacey: Good morning, Miss Jacobs.

Tamara: Good morning Pacey.

Pacey: Can we talk?

Tamara: Ah, you know, this isn't your class so uh, I'll see you later.

Pacey: No, we really need to talk.

Tamara: But we have nothing to discuss. Unless it's about a literary question, you can run along.

Pacey: There's a lot to discuss. We can start with the open-mouth kiss if you like.

Tamara: I don't know what you're talking about. And I'm going to have in insist that you leave this classroom immediately.

Pacey: Listen, I'm just as confused about this as you are.

Tamara: Please? Nothing happened. There (to finish, sorry for the inconvience.)