Joey Potter sat on the dias fidgetting. She was nervous. She smiled vauguely at the crowd as many of them turned to look in her direction. The spokeswoman for the Women's Foundation Writing Award she'd won named off a number of articles Joey had published in the last five years. "It was only after her success as a feature writer for The New York Times that the Fiction bug bit her. With her debut book, Only One of Me, Josephine Potter shot to the top of bestseller lists and gained critical acclaim. She is here today to read selcted portions of this piece. The WFWA is her first award." With that the chubby red head stepped away from the podium, and Joey's slight form took her place.

"Hello, ladies, gentlemen. I wrote Only One of Me over a period of two years while I finished college in London, England. The novel sat unfinished for nearly two more years because I couldn't decide which ending was best for the story." She looked up to see interested faces and felt slightly more at ease. "Rather than give a synopsis, I'll just read my favorite parts." Joey smiled quietly as she turned to the very first page and began...

"For most of my life there have been two loves in my heart. Two men. One the fantastic dreamer, the one with a heart easily broken and a dream to fulfill. The other, the wild one, with something to prove, a heart of gold, and the intellegence to get out of anything." She paused as a chuckle rippled around the room. "I spent my time with them both; I spent my childhood loving them both. I spent my adolescence dating them both. As I grew, my loved for the them grew, but they grew apart from each other, placing me in the middle of their battles." The interested eys follwed her as she stopped from behind the podium to sit on a stool placed to the side of the dias. "It was a long time before I figured out that their dissolving bond had little to do with me. So in the end I can't swear this is how it all happened, but this is the way it felt..."

Joey read selected passages based on her childhood and teenage years with Dawson and Pacey for ove an hour before she got to the part she claimed as her favorite.

"So I was left alone. And that ws when it hit me. I stood in the same place I'd stood a million times before and watched him fulfill a life long dream and I had no idea who I was. My heart, totally whole and mine for the first time in my life, told me what to do. So I got on a plane, and flew away." Joey looked up at the crowd. "I know myself a little more everyday. I know my heart and my dreams and they belong to me." She smiled as she read the last sentence and the crowd stood, applauding her. But Joey notice one form in the audience still seated. She cocked her head sideways and looked at the young woman. Later after all the congratulations and the refreshments, Joey saw the young woman approaching her.

"Miss Potter?" Joey turned to the young woman and smiled. "I'm Angie Rapaport. I read Only One of Me and thought it was brilliant."

"Thank you."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Joey said leading the young woman to a sofa.

"Who'd you end up with?"

"Hmmm?" Joey asked hoping she'd misunderstood the question.

"Well, I know it's autobiographical, I'm just windering how the story ended in real life."

A sad smile covered Joey's face. "Exactly the way it ended in the book I'm afraid."

"I'm sorry." The young woman stood and shook Joey's hand. "It sounds like you had something great for a while." As the young woman walked away Joey strated at her and felt her heart shatter all over again.