A/N: Sorry about having to take chapter ten down, I was fighting with windows formating. P.S. I LOVE my Red Hat Linux OS. I had to completely retype the whole chapter after stupid Windows refused to post the enitre first page. But anywho...

This is all day Friday in one chapter. Enjoy!

SUNRISE Friday

Friday dawned cool and misty. Before she thought twice about it, Joey had called Jen and had her racing over the the B&B.

Jen sat quietly shaking her head at her maid of honor. "What do you mean it "just sorta happened?'" Joey looked at her and shook her head. Jen placed a hand over the distraught brunette's. "Joey?" she waited on the other woman to look up. "Any idea how this happened?" Her chestnut locks shook with her answer. "What it means?" The soulful brown eyes glared icily at Jen. "Sorry."

Joey sighed. "I just don't understand it. It was a sweet, totally platonic moment. Why'd he ruin it?"

"Maybe he wasn't felling the platonic vibe?" Jen asked as gently as she could manage.

"Jen, we were sitting there talking like we've done a million times before. He said he loved me..." She chose her words carefully before going on. "But not like a declaration or anything, just saying that he's always loved me as a friend as a sister."

"The kiss didn't sound at all brotherly, Joey."

"Ugh!" Joey groaned throwing her head back against the pillow behind her. "Okay, I need some pure escapist action here. Let's go see how everything's going for the rehearsal dinner and..." Joey trailed off.

"And what, Potter?"

"A girl has to have her secrets."

"Potter." Jen tried to warn using her most threatening tone of voice.

"C'mon, stop worrying. We need to be sure Pacey has everything set up for tonight."

"All right." Jen pushed up off the bed and beamed at Joey. "I'm getting married tomorrow."

Joey wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulders. "I know." she smiled. "I'm so jealous!" Joey grinned.

"As well you should be." Jen nodded and led Joey to the car.



Across town Pacey Witter was nodding his head at the young man he'd started slicing potatoes. "It's getting better, but it's got to be perfect." He didn't lookup to see the kid roll his eyes, but Pacey knew he had. The young hand brought the blade down along the potato cutting off a paper thin slice. "Good now do these." Pacey told him dropping a ten pund bag on the counter next to him. He grinned wickedly at inflicting the same torment he'd suffered on another.

He smelled her before he saw her. A gently exotic blend of vanilla and jasmine that she'd worn for as long as he'd known her. "Hi, Jo." He said without turning around.

She stopped and looked at the back of his quizzically. "Pacey." She nodded quickly regaining her composure. "How's everything looking for tonight?"

"Good. I've got the..." he trailed off as he turned, and stopped to smile when he saw the thinly vield disinterest on her face. "It's coming along. How's the deocrating committee doing?"

"Everything's up. The grass skirt and lei arrangents were a bit of a mightmare, but what're friends for, right?"

He nodded and stepped next up next to her. He put a hand over hers where it was running up and down the edge of a counter. "Jo?" Pacey asked, concern filling his dark eyes.

She tried a smiled that felt dismally short of sincere. "I'm just a litte on edge, I guess."

"About what?"

"I don't know, being back here I guess." She lifted one shoulder. "You the constant flood of childhood memories has been eating away at my carefully constructed exterior for days now. I guess the mask is wearing a little thin." She sighed quietly, and turned to walk out.

"Hey, Jo?" He stopped her, taking a gentle hold on her hand; she looked up to see his eyes fill compassion and empathy. "Save the 'carefully constructed exterior' for eveyone else, Okay?" He squeezed her hand lightly before letting go. "I don't need it."

She stood with her back against the swinging door. "Thanks, Pace." she smiled, quielty walking backward through the door into the dining room. Her smile spread across her face until it filled her eyes. Beaming, she went to help Jen finish decorating for her Hawiian themed rehearsal dinner.

SUNSET, Friday

It was a few hours later when Gary and Jen in front of their pastor, in a room full of family and friends, giggling like teen agers. The pastor ocassionally looked up to rolle his eyes, give them some direction or bit of time honored wisdom that would send the couple into new waves of laughter. Pacey, paired with Bessie stood on Jen left along Joey. Dawson, paired with Audrey stood to Jen's right along with Brant, Gary's brother and best man. "All right, at this point," The pastor said closing his prayer book. "I'll pronounce you, introduace you to the congragation, and..." He paused dramatically. " Tell you to get a room!" The entire chapel rang with the explosion of unexpected laughter as they company made their way from the church to Witter's.

The meal, Pacey's handiwork, was delicious. If boring. Thought Joey as she fought the urge to close her eyes and nod off. She shook herself and tried to gain a renewed interest in Brant half hour monolouge on the virtues of a wireless network. A warm hand on her shoulder hadn her jumping. She looked up to Pacey standing over her grinning wickedly. "Dance, Potter?" He asked nodding at the gently swaying waltz playing. Through a wry smile she agreed and taking his hand let him lead her onto the dance floor.

"Thanks for the rescue." She said after a moment's hestitation.

"That's not what you wanted to say."

"Yes it is." She furrowed her brow at him.

"No. it's not."

"Fine, what did I want to say, Pacey?"

He raised a brow at her. "Nothing." He looked her in the eye, searching. "You wanted to backheand me." He grinned. "I'm still trying to figure out what stopped you."

She gave him a half nod and grinned devilishly. "Becareful what you wish for, Witter. You just might get it."

As the song ended, Dawson and Brant nodded at Pacey who nodded back and gave Joey a quick sqeeze before ganging up on Gary and dragging him off to his bachelor party. Joey waved at the men before grabbing Jen, seting her and allowing the women to bury her in prettily wrapped boxes.



Pacey denied all knowledge of the three women waiting for them at Gary's apartment, but most of the men gave him credit fo their presence. Seeing Dawson across the room he chuckled at the groom who was trying to avoid the scantily clad women. "Dawson." He nodded at the blonde man.

"Pacey." Dawson returned with a smile.

"It's been a while." Pacey put in as Dawson took a sip of his Jack and Coke.

"Yeah, but you're doing great I hear."

Dawson nodded. "The TV deal should come through this month." There was an awkward pause. "The resturaunt is amazing, man. I can't believe it."

"I know. I couldn't believe it either." They stood without talking for a few minutes before Pacey sighed. "She looks great."

"Yeah." Dawson nodded. "Pace?"

"Yeah?"

"You still..."

"Yeah?"

"Still um, palnning to meet up at the peir before haeding to the church?"

"Sure, man."

"All right." They two men shook hands knowing something important was going unsaid.

"See you there." Pacey said turning to leave.

He walked the three blocks to his resturaunt palnning to check on a few things for the reception dinner. He changed his mind when he heard the teeter of women giggle and gasping at Jen's gifts. With a smile he turned onto the boardwalk and looked out over the water.

"Hey, that's an early night for the infamous Pacey J. Witter." The careless alto drifed to him from behind.

An uncontrollable smile spread across his face as he turned to her.

"Hey, what's this?" he squinted at her. "You look sober."

"I am!" she feigned indiginity. "We've had a blast embarassing Jen though."

"Jen?" Pacey looked shocked, then interested. "Embarrassed? Now that lingerie I have to see."

Joey didn't hesitate to back hand him this time—playfully, on the shoulder. "I think event the indominable Pacey J. Witter would be thrown if he had to open crotchless panties in the presence of his grandmother."

"Grams?"

"Oh yeah." Joey nodded chewing on her lower lip to restrain her amusement at his reaction. She rolled her eyes toward the sky.

"Can't see them tonight." Pacey said following her gaze.

"I know, it's kinda lonely without them."

He nodded, understanding. "Take a walk?" He asked, extending his hand.

"Sure." She said taking his hand for the second time. They walked without talking, taking in the sound of water and the breeze russling the sea grass. Suddenly tired Joey sat unceremoniously in the sand and removed her shoes. Pacey sat next to her and watched her raise her face to the breeze. With a small smile she folded into herself as she'd done ever since he'd known her. "I've missed this place." she said looking out over the wide expanse of water. He slid close to her, putting his jacket over her shoulders and left one arm resting on her shoulders. She sighed before laying her head on his shoulder "It's good to be home." she whispered, andthey both knew she didn't mean Capeside.

It was an hour later when Pacey woke her with a gentle shake and a whisper. "Jo." He shook her shoulder gently. "Jo, let me walk you home." She suddenly sat bolt upright, looked at Pacey and blew out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "Hi. I guess it's late."

"Yeah." He nodded and stood to help her up. "Let's get you home." She stood next to him for a moment and just looked at him. Not the same boy I knew. She thought with a smile. "You're a good man, Pacey Witter." She said and reached up on her toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

He smiled at her and shrugged. "I've been telling you that for years."

"Only it hasn't been true until now." She grinned at him. And the playful banter continued all the way back to the B&B.



A/N: All right everybody happy? Have I evened the palying field? So Saturday is the wedding and it will probably be two chapters...but I promise, Joey will make a definitive choice—Pacey or Dawson—will the man of her dreams accept her? Idon't know yet...I haven't written it. Hope you enjoyed it, Lane.