The Completion of a Kitchen Confession
"Audrey."
Joey and Pacey both seemed to turn to each other, searching each other's expressions. Upon finding only joy, they continued to grin.
"That's wonderful, Dawson!" Pacey said, clapping his friend on the back.
"Yeah, if only you'd have found that out sooner," Joey added.
"Well, we spent a lot of time together after she was sent to L.A. for rehab." He grinned. "We had a few adventures of our own together. Like sneaking out of rehab."
"Well, that situation seems a lot better than being locked in a store for a whole night," Pacey pointed out.
"But it was, in your own words, 'A small price to pay for a dream come true'," Joey said to him, to which he shrugged and nodded.
Dawson eyed them quizzically, but said nothing. "So? What do you think?"
Pacey cleared his throat. "Well, all in all, it's wonderful. And incredibly ironic."
"So, what do you think? Should I talk to her?" Dawson inquired to his best friends. "Because we all know what happens when we wait around for things to happen."
"I could talk to her, if you want," Joey offered. "You know, the first time she met you, she never shut up about you."
"No. Having someone else talk for you never goes well."
"You know, Dawson, if you're just going to keep looking into the past, nothing is going to go well, ever. Live in the real world. Live in the now."
He eyed Joey. "Jo, I'm an artist. I can't live in the real world or the now."
Pacey found himself inadvertedly smiling. "I can't believe this is actually going over this well."
"Neither can I," Dawson admitted. "Uh...so...do I have you guys' permission?"
"Of course. Dawson, you don't need to ask permission. You know that. Besides, I'm not dating her anymore."
"Just making sure. I don't want any past tensions to bubble to the surface again. Only, this time, I'd be on your end, Pace."
"Yeah. You try experiencing it firsthand."
"Hey, try being the Dawson in that situation."
Joey cleared her throat. "I think we can all agree who that situation was hardest on...but that's not the point. The past, as they say, is the past."
Pacey hooked an arm over her shoulders, squeezing her against him lightly and planting a kiss over the top of her head. "Exactly. I'm just glad that it's all over..."
"So am I. Well...except for the fact that seeing you two fighting over me like that, though it was painful, made you two seem all the more difficult to choose from."
Dawson grinned. "Thanks, Jo. I just wish she were here, so I could do it in person..."
"Do what in person?" A voice called out from the doorway.
Dawson whirled around, and you'll never guess who was standing there...
A/N:
I apologize for three reasons:
1) It took me forever to post this.
2) This chapter is a lot shorter than the last chapter.
3) This chapter is a lot worse than the last chapter.
I do have my reasons behind these, however. I have two major exams coming up soon, and I am also going to receive a letter telling me whether I've been accepted/rejected to a school I applied to sometime soon. My muse is also incredibly low at the moment, and when you combine all three of these, the outcome is never as wonderful as the regular outcome may be. I'll try to update more frequently.
Thank you for your patience, time, and cooperation.