A/N: Ok, though it came quickly, this part has been hard to write, so forgive if my characters are a bit off.
SUNSET, Thursday
Dawson pulled the small velvet box from his coat pocket again and smiled. 'It's beautiful." He heard his mother's vocie from behind him. "Got a hand to put it on yet?"
"I'm working on that part." He looked out the window across the creek as Pacey's old beaten up SUV pulled up out side Potter's B&B. He frowned for a moment, but the creases faded as he watched Joey exit the car wearing a less than thrill look. Seizing what he saw as an oppurtunity, Dawson kissed his mother and headed for Potter's. Pacey had been gone less than five minutes when he knocked on her door.
From inside Joey called. "Too little, too late, Witter." and flung the door open with every intention of slamming it in Pacey's face.
"Hi." Dawson said his face a mask of surprised amusement. "What did Witter do this time?"
"He's an idiot." Joey said with a shake of her head. "Come in."
"Actually I ws wondering if you wanted to take a walk."
"As long as it's short and we can sit to talk about whatever it is that brought you here."
"Deal." He grinned with a chuckle.
"All right." She grabbed a sweater that didn't match her shirt off the pegs by the door.
"What's up, Dawson?" Joey asked as they shuffled up to a bench on the boardwalk.
"I don't know. I've just been thinking a lot about us the last few days."
"You and me?"
"Well, yeah."
"What about us?"
"There's this problem with our relationship."
"Which is? Well other than the obvious we've resided on two different continents for the last six years."
"It's never been resolved. I mean we dated, and broke up."
"And that's not resolved?" She asked a little confused by his direction."
"Well, I think maybe the story stopped just as it got interesting." he all but quoted Wilder.
Joey shook her head. "I don't know I think the story ended exactly way it was supposed to."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because as often as we've tried to change the ending it went sour every time." She slid across the bench and put a comforting hand over his hand. "It's no one's fault Dawson."
"Still love you." He said turning his hand over to grasp hers. "I've always loved you in one form or another."
She smiled and leaned over to place her lips against his forehead. He caught her chin as she puleld back. He held her still and looked in her eyes. He thought he saw it, the spark of affection he'd seen all those years ago and he did the only thing he knew to do—the only thing he thought could rekindle the flame. He brought her lips to his in a gentle if somewhat forceful kiss to which Joey responded despite her best intentions.
A/N: and P/Jers everywhere groan in dissapointment—I won't give it away, but I will say this: there is still a whole day, rehearsal dinner, wedding and reception, so don't stop reading... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!