Ch 1

"Some things never stay the same," A teary-eyed brunette said while looking out the window. She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes.

"A lot of changes these past few years, Potter a lot of changes." Pacey Whitter said as he comforted his girlfriend, by resting a rough hand on her shoulder.

A beautiful sunset was saying its good-byes to the countryside of Capeside, drawing its last breath on a summer night. The drive had been a long one, everyone knowing what was soon to come. Pacey left the paved highway and made the turn onto the dirt road that he was all too familiar with.

"It's like they're all gone now, you know?" Pacey's girlfriend Joey had murmured, almost under her breath. "It's the last of the Lindley's."

"Not the last, Joe. Don't forget about Amy."

Amy was the daughter of Jen Lindley, who had passed away two years earlier by a heart condition that she was unknowingly born with. Joey and Pacey were returning to their old homeland, not only to attend the funeral of Jennifer's grandmother, whom they were all very close with, but to remember their friend by coming back to the place where they were first introduced.

"I wonder if Dawson got here yet." Joey said while unbuckling her seat belt as they pulled up into the B&B driveway.

"Let's just hope he has the decency to come at all." Pacey said as he put the car in park and shut the engine down.

"It is with great misery that I have to relay this message of Evelyn Ryan's passing. Evelyn was very active in her church and community, never missing an opportunity to make her extremely popular peach pie for the yearly pie contest, and who never missed a year in 25 years of winning. Evelyn was diagnosed with breast cancer nearly 7 years ago, and though everyone had suspected it was all gone, the cancer had a way of popping back up in other places. Evelyn was one of the strongest women I have ever met, and she was always finding ways to fight back what was trying to kill her. Evelyn fought her hardest for seven tough years, forgetting about her own pain to take care of her granddaughter." The reader cleared her throat in an effort to hold back tears.

"Evelyn Ryan is predeceased by her husband, John Ryan, and her granddaughter, Jennifer Lindley. May they all be in the hands of God, and be well taken care of, as they will all be missed dearly." Gail Leery smiled smartly and quickly wiped a single tear that dripped off her cheek. "Thank you." She said serenely and walked off, back towards her seat.

Joey grabbed Pacey's hand that rested upon her knee, and gave it a quick squeeze.

"In conclusion..." The minister started, as he opened his bible to read one of Grams' favourite verses, a baby with blonde hair let out a heart-wrenching scream that left everyone in the church silent and solemn. The crowd let her do her crying, because there were not many two year olds who had lost two mothers before their third birthday.

"I don't know where he is. I tried his cell phone three times already," a dishevelled mother said about her son. "I can't believe he would miss this."

Dawson may have finally reached his childhood dream of becoming a famous movie-director, but he was also showing signs of being quite infamous for either being late, or not showing up at things at all.

"Nothing to worry about here," Said a smiling Dawson Leery. "I showed up late so I sat in the back row with the Whitters. Lily has anyone told you that you've put on some weight?" Dawson said to his ten year old sister, struggling to keep holding her up. "You were much smaller since the last time I seen you, let me tell you." He said, while lowering her onto the floor.

"That's what happens when you're away for two years," Joey said, coming up from behind the crowd and being pulled into a warm hug by one of her oldest friends.

"God, I missed you." Dawson said, into the hair of his best friend.

"I missed you too, Dawson, really. Congratulations on the new film. When do you start?" Joey said, with a look of real, genuine happiness for her oldest friend.

"Casting was last week, shooting starts hopefully October, November at the latest. I am lucky to have such a team working with me. Spielberg outdid himself this time."

Joey smiled and shook her head at his words. "Spielberg. It's kind of crazy to hear you drop names like that Dawson. But honestly, I knew you could do this. I believed that someday, you would do this."

"I know you did too, Joe." And a look passed between two close friends that hadn't been passed in many years. It was enough for Joey to blush and look away, feeling awkward that it had felt awkward.

"I guess I'll see you later, Dawson. I have to go find Pace and Bessie, we'll be in touch tonight, before you leave again."

And with that, she was gone like the wind. She was one thing that Dawson was never able to hold onto; he was always able to catch it, but it could never be held onto forever. But maybe that's the way that he liked it. He smiled and scanned the room, looking for the one thing he could catch.

A/N: Hey, thanks for reading. I don't know what you think of the story, but I had to write it for one of my classes, and it is the first of three chapters. If anyone likes it, hey, maybe I will continue writing it! Thanks for reading, and I would love some reviews!