Chapter 3
So it had arrived… the day of the dance. Dawson Leery, Pacey Witter and Jack Mcphee were at Dawson's getting ready for the dance aka waiting two hours for the girls over at Jen's house.
Dawson: So think the girls are ready yet?
Pacey: Calm down Dawson, Jen said she'll call
Dawson: Pacey what the hell is your problem? You've been angry at me for two weeks now.
Pacey: Nothing man, it's nothing at all.
Dawson: If you say so Pacey
He shrugs clearly not believing him. Just then the phone rings. Instead of answering they walk the extremely long 200 feet the next door neighbor's house
The guys met their dates and hurried to leave before they were forced to pose for pictures. They reached the gym 20 minutes later.
Jen: So Pace feel like dancing anytime soon?
Pacey: Now Lindley you know the only reason I agreed to this is because you threatened me with severe physical damage if I let you go with Henry. Plus you know that I am not one to dance
Jen: I'm sure you'll get to dance with Andie this evening.
Cut to Dawson and Andie
Dawon: You know I don't think he would mind it if you went over to talk or even dance
Andie: Just stop it Dawson ok. I'm not going to make the first move with this one.
Song ends
Dawson: I'll be right back
He moves to where Pacey and Jen are sitting
Dawson: Pacey can I talk to you in the hallway
Pacey: Sure man.
Dawson: Ok Pacey…you should ask her to dance
Pacey: Andie? Listen I don't need any advice from you right now
Dawson: Are you still angry that I asked Andie? Jeez Pace I apologized for that multiple times already.
Pacey: That doesn't change the fact that you asked her without consulting me first. In fact I had to find out about this from Joey! It's not that I mind you being a good friend to Andie, it's just that it would've been nice if you asked
Dawson: Well I'm sorry Pacey. I know I broke the best friend rule, but right now there is a perky blonde in a beautiful dress just waiting for you Pace.
Pacey: Ok man I'll ask her…maybe you should take your own advice about Joey
Dawson watches him go. A look of hesitance on his face quickly turns into determination.
He walks to where Jack and Joey are dancing
Dawson: Jack? May I cut in?
Jack: Sure thing Dawson
Jack walks over to where Jen is sitting.
Jack: Looks like things are turning back to normal around here.
Jen: I sure hope so. So dancing boy let's see those moves.
Cut to Dawson and Joey
Joey: I miss this
Dawson: Joey-
Joey: No Dawson listen to me. I know that you did the right thing the night of your party. I was worried that you had already gotten over me. I don't blame you for saying no. But Dawson I still love you. Could we ever go back to having a relationship?
Dawson: Joey what you said to me last May still hurts. I know you were angry and just lashing out but it still hurt. I want to-
He is interrupted by Joey kissing him. He gives in at first but eventually pulls away
Dawson: Joey no stop. After the hell that is known as last year I just want to go back and be friends. We haven't been best friends in a while
Joey desperately tries, and fails, to keep the tears from falling
Joey: Friends
Dawson: Nothing more right now
Joey: Ok Dawson, friends
The song ends and Joey runs out, crying
At the same time Pacey and Andie are dancing.
Andie: As much as I love silence, would it kill you to say something Pace?
Pacey: Sorry Mcphee, just savoring the moment. I do really miss you
Andie: I really miss you too Pacey more than you know. I'm still not ready for anything right now.
Pacey: I know Andie. Just let me know when you're ready
Andie: I will.
After the dance Pacey, Dawson, and Joey went to their respective homes while Andie spent the night at Grams with Jack and Jen, or so Dawson thought as he entered his room.
Dawson: Joey? I thought you ran home
Joey: I did but then I thought of what you said about being friends and I figure why not start now. So let's pop in a movie we can analyze to death.
Dawson smiles and puts a movie in the VCR. He joins Joey on the bed and they look at each other and smile, glad to be going back to being best friends again.
