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"Home at last," Joey said as she and Jen drove into their small hometown of Capeside.
"Don't you mean, back to the arms of Dawson at last?" Jen countered, earning a dirty look from Joey.
"Believe it or not, Jen, I am looking forward to seeing my family. Alex must be huge now!" Joey stated, hoping to change the subject.
"Sure Joe. Look, all I am saying-"
"I know what you're saying Jen. Ya know how I know? Because you haven't shut up about it for the past two weeks. Jen, the only thing he told you to tell me was hello! Big deal! He never pronounced his undying love for me. Probably because it no longer exists," Joey said glumly.
"Well that's where you're wrong. He wasn't interested in anything I had to say, unless your name was attached to the sentence. Here we are Joe," Jen said as they pulled in the driveway of Joey's small house. "Do me a favor. Get in your rowboat and paddle yourself over to his house tonight. Crawl in that window that you know so well and tell him. Maybe then we can all get a little sleep."
Joey pulled her bags out of the trunk and said good bye to Jen. She made her way to the front door, struggling with her bags along the way. Before she could get to the door, she was bombarded with a very grown and a very enthusiastic Alex.
"Aunt Joey! Oh I missed you! When is Uncle Dawson coming over to play with me?" the child yelled as he flung his arms around her neck.
Joey smiled nervously and blushed. "Hey kiddo. I missed you too! I don't know about Dawson sweetie. We'll have to see," Joey said, hoping that he would forget about playing with his "Uncle Dawson" but knowing that he wouldn't.
"Let me look at you," Bessie gushed as her maternal instincts kicked in. "Bodie take my sister's bags so I can give her a hug. God Joey, you look beautiful. Welcome home little sister."
After chatting for awhile with her family, Joey retreated to her room, which had been added on soon after Alex was born. The memories came flooding back as she saw Dawson's framed senior portrait hanging above her bed. "It's going to be a long summer," she thought.

Down the creek…

"Here we are Dawson."
"Finally. We should have flown Pace."
"Yeah, well I didn't want to be hot wiring my Dad's car all summer so I opted for the more difficult option. Besides, it gave me more time to bug you about what you're going to do about a certain girl who lives down the creek."
"Give it a rest, will you Pacey! All she said was hello. It's not as if she told you how she still loves me. Probably because she doesn't," Dawson said sadly.
"Take the blinders off Dawson! Go over there tonight and tell her! I'm sick of watching you cry and sulk! If this keeps up I just may have to loan you some of Dougie's Streisand videos," Pacey joked.
"Funny Pacey. I'll see you later man."
"Later Dawson," Pacey replied as he sped off.
Dawson was met at the door by his parents. They were ecstatic to see him and fussed over him like he was a newborn, not a college student.
When he finally got away from his proud parents, he dragged his suitcases up to his room. The memories came flooding back as he saw Joey's framed senior portrait hanging above his bed. "It's going to be a long summer," he thought.

* * * Pacey saw a little red convertible coming towards him with a blonde head sticking up from behind the steering wheel. Realizing who it was, he honked his horn obnoxiously and stopped his car.
"Jen!"
"Pacey? My God, how are you?" Jen asked when she realized who had flagged her down.
"Just wonderful. Just got done dropping off the oblivious one, who spent most of the trip home whining about a certain girl who he calls a friend," Pacey said in an exasperated tone.
"You too, huh?"
"Yeah, I'll tell ya Jen, if they don't tell each other soon, it's going to be a very long summer."

To Be Continued….

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