Chapter 3:
Pacey is sitting in one of the booths in a diner. He looks at his watch and impatiently drums his fingers on the table. He takes a sip from his coffee and just then, he sees Dawson. "Hey man, what took you so long?"
"Sorry," Dawson replied as he took off his coat and sat down on the chair opposite Pacey "I was in a meeting and couldn't get out. Thanks for waiting."
"No problem D, anything to help a friend. Okay, let's start, do you have the papers?"
"What papers? Oh, right, the papers. I…uh…I don't have them."
"Dawson, if we're gonna talk about investing you're money somewhere, you gotta show me you're assets." Pacey says in a matter-of-factly tone.
"I know. Okay Pace, the truth is…" Dawson's voice trailed off as he took a deep breath "I don't want your advice about stocks."
"Look, Dawson, I'm sorry I lost your money in the market before but –" Pacey stops mid- sentence when Dawson cuts him off.
"I'm not mad about that anymore Pacey and that's not what I want to talk to you about."
"What are you-" Pacey wasn't able to finish his sentence again and realizes why Dawson wanted to meet up. Pacey's mood changes quickly with this. "Of course. I should have realized from the start that you wouldn't want advice about money- matters from an ex-broker." Pacey looks at Dawson and he sees the seriousness in Dawson's eyes. He looks out the window and smiles in a you-got-me sort of way.
"Pacey, you gotta stop doing this."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about."
"You're right, I do and I don't wanna talk about it now." Pacey becomes irritated at this point.
"You're gonna stop this sooner or later and it might as well be sooner because you two have something special if only you'll open you're eyes to it and it would be a shame if you miss out on something so wonderful. You love her Pacey. She's you're entire world and I can tell you are her entire world too."
Pacey shrugs and gives a sarcastic smile. "That's pretty good crap Dawson. It's crap, but good crap. So tell me Dawson, is that some line you're writing for Sam and Colby?"
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing. I'm outta here." Pacey puts down a few bills on the table for the coffee and sandwich he ordered earlier, stands up, and was about to grab his coat.
"You're going to lose her." Dawson was certain those words would stop Pacey in his tracks and it did. Now, Pacey was just staring out the window. "Sit down." Dawson grabbed the opportunity to make Pacey stay and it surprisingly worked. Pacey sat back down quietly on the same spot he had earlier. "I know for a fact that you are not cheating on Joey with Tamara Jacobs but just for the record, are you?" Dawson could see the surprise in Pacey's face at the mention of Ms. Jacobs' name. Pacey however, remained silent; he didn't even ask how he found out about the 'Tamara Jacobs' incident' and in Dawson's mind, this was enough confirmation that he was not cheating on Joey. "I thought so. Why didn't you just tell her that? If you did, you won't be having this fight."
"So its my fault again, is it?" Pacey broke his long silence. "What about her? She was practically shoving Tamara down my throat. It was as if she actually wished that I was cheating on her. She never backs down and she always, always have to win."
"That does sound like Joey and someone else I know." Dawson grinned at Pacey. Pacey knew that the someone else Dawson was talking about was him but he wasn't as amused as Dawson. "This isn't about Tamara Jacobs is it? I bet this isn't even about Joey's outburst or her unyieldingness. This is something bigger than you, bigger than Joey."
"Okay Dawson, I'll play along. What, in your genius mind, do you fathom is it?" Dawson did not answer. "Look man, I really have to go. Unlike some people, I do have a real meeting to go to. But thanks D- for giving me a laugh." Pacey was smirking when he stood up and left.
