Title: Coming Out To Capeside
Summary: Jack's brother Tim never died, and his mother never went crazy. And still, he has to deal with the pressure of coming out to all of Capeside. Strong friendships ensue along the way.
Author: The notorious Yelak
Disclaimer: I own everyone and everything except the people and plots and objects in this story.
Lovely Reviewers:
WiccanWillow23: Uh, at first I wasn't sure how to reply to your comment. But I guess, what I have to say is, just because Tim is alive doesn't make it easy for Jack to come out. Coming out, I presume, is a really hard thing to do, and no matter what position your in, it doesn't get much easier. Anyway, thanks for the review.
nebula2 - Thanks for all of the reviews! And, I knew my first chapter sucked, but that was really more of a prologue than anything. I had to find someway to the make the transition. Thanks for your reviews of the other chapter, as well. They make me happy.
Cassie - Thank you so much! And I love your reviews, so it all evens out. =D
Ike - Well, thank you veddy much. In this chapter, you'll find out more. Hopefully you'll stick with me.
Phoenix Firefly - Thanks a lot! I really can't wait to do the poem part either, which is why it feels like everything pre to that is taking so long and becoming such a drag to write. Thanks for sticking with me, though.
damien455 - Yes, a hooker. It had to be fun. So that's how I wrote it. Anyway, thanks for reading my story. =D And also for the great review.
anne918 - Thank you for all three of your reviews! They were all very nice, and I appreciated them all a lot. Thanks so much.
A/N: This story has taken me nearly a month to update. I'm soo sorry, but I've just been so busy lately. Anyway, I've stayed home sick from school today, so I figured what better time is there to write? And yes, the writing's gone slowly and it kinda sucks, but bear with me, please. Okay, enough of my droning. On to the story!
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The last thing Jack wanted to hear at that specific moment was the shrill ring of his alarm clock. In fact, he would've given anything for it to magically shut off and let him sleep for a bit longer. But no, the consistent noises kept going, pounding into Jack's ears and figuratively shaking his brain awake.
"I'm up, I'm up," he muttered to no one in particular, reaching out into the darkness to try and turn off the devilry machine. Win his attempts to stop the ringing failed, he finally bravely opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The sunlight poured in through the cracks of the blinds, vaguely illuminating his room. With a loud sigh, he spotted the alarm clock, turned it off, and stretched.
He fumbled on into the bathroom, slowly getting ready for school. Once again, Andie was already up and eating breakfast, so he tried his best to not delay.
When he finally finished he traipsed down the steps, two at a time, until skidding to a stop in the kitchen. Unlike every other morning, his father had actually joined them, sitting gallantly at the table. In his left hand was a coffee mug, which he periodically took a sip from every twelve seconds or so, and in his right was the morning's newspaper, which he ruffled a lot.
Also unlike most mornings, there seemed to be a respectful silence in the room as Jack filled his plate with bacon strips. He joined his family at the table, silently.
"Morning Jack," Andie said with a smile.
"Morning."
"Ready for your first day on the job?" she chirped, promptly spreading an equal amount of grape jelly on her toasted slice of wheat bread. Inwardly groaning, Jack wished she hadn't. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Mr. McPhee ruffled the newspaper once more and looked up.
"I didn't know you had a job," he said slowly, studying his son's face. "Since when do you have a job? Where do you work?"
"Since yesterday, Dad," he replied, sighing slightly to himself. "At this restaurant called the Ice House."
"The Ice House," he murmured thoughtfully, taking another loud sip of his coffee. "I've heard of that before. I don't like the idea. You're not working there."
"Yes, I am Dad," Jack said, looking to his two siblings for help. "I've already applied and everything. There's nothing you can do."
"You are my son and I say you will not work there!"
"Would you look at that," Tim spoke up, coming to Jack's rescue. "Already time to leave." Clearing the table quickly, the three stood up and ushered their plates into the sink. "So, I've got football after school but I'll be home later, okay?"
"Do us proud, son," Mr. McPhee grinned at Tim, currently forgetting the previous argument that had threatened to take place.
"I dunno . . . the team sucks so bad, I don't think even a miracle could save 'em," he laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder. The three kids left together for another day of school.
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When Jack arrived in his first class of the day, World History, Joey was already in her seat, staring down almost sadly at her books. "Hey," he said concernedly, approaching her.
"Oh, hey," she said back, smiling slightly.
"Anything wrong?"
"No," she said at first, but then obviously changed her mind. Swiping a strand of hair away from her face, she told him truthfully, "Yes. I broke up with Dawson." She was obviously awaiting his reaction.
But "Oh," was all she got. She looked at him, expecting more than that. ". . .why?" he continued, after a moment's hesitation.
"I need space," she nodded, with a slight unsure shrug of her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," Jack uncertainly replied.
"Yeah," she said, looking down at her desk again. "So anyway, you'll be at the Ice House tonight, right?"
"Right," he responded, confused by her abrupt change of attitude.
"Quiet down class," Mr. Wagner said, coming into the classroom. Jack slid into his seat, still a bit baffled.
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Jack watched Andie get ready for her date with Pacey from his bedroom, still feeling a bit gloomy. Nervously, Andie shuffled into his room and gave a little twirl. "What do you think?" she asked anxiously. "Too dressed up? Not dressed up enough? How do I look?"
Grinning at his sister's near-anxiety attack, he said, "You look fine."
"Fine as in good, or fine as okay?" she questioned, now looking down at her outfit with a look of uncertainty.
"Fine as in good," he assured her, laughing.
"Okay. Thanks, Jack. I just really like Pacey, and I wanted everything to go smoothly tonight," she said, glancing in the mirror one last time. Jack's insides burnt with guilt, sadness, you name it.
"I know you do, Andie. And I'm sure you'll have a terrific time." He felt phony guaranteeing her this, because he was . . . jealous? No, of course not. He wanted his sister to be happy, but not if it meant her dating Pacey. Or maybe he was just feeling overprotective. It was hard to sort his feelings out.
Andie opened her mouth to say something, but the ringing of the doorbell downstairs cut her off. Face coloring itself red, she raced down the steps and Jack followed.
"Hey McPhee," Pacey grinned as she opened the door for him.
"Oh look, my favorite failure is here," she teased, now speaking smoothly.
Pacey's face dawned a look of mock hurtfulness, and he said with a finger raised in the air, "Hey now. I take great offense to that."
"Sure you do, Pace." The two laughed together, and Jack watched them from his position at the top of the stairs. Looking upwards at him, Pacey finally realized that he was in the house.
"Heya Jackers," Pacey said. Jack's face flushed. Jackers? Only Andie and his ex-girlfriend back in Rhode Island called him Jackers. Of course. Andie must have told him.
"Hi," he said back, embarrassedly.
"Well," Pacey concluded, turning to Andie. "Ready to go?"
"Yep. Bye, Jack."
"Bye."
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"Just… grab a broom or something, wouldya?" Bessie sighed, staring down at the glass shards that were scattered across the floor. While trying to carry a stack of ten or so plates to the sink, one had slipped from Jack's reach and fell to the ground, shattering.
"Sure," he said, his cheeks bright red. He knew for a fact that he would be horrible at this job, so why had he taken it in the first place?
"It's okay, Jack. It happens to the best of us," Joey told him with a smile. Oh, yeah.
He gave an appreciative yet forced chuckle, fetching a broom from the closet and sweeping up the glass.
"And Jack?"
Turning his head to face Bessie, he was sure he was about to be fired. "Be more careful next time." He gratefully nodded to the advice, and went back to sweeping. Joey was busy filling five glasses to the brim with Coke.
"I'm really glad you decided to work here," she told him, giving him a slightly crooked grin. He bent down, scooping up the glass and carrying in to the trashcan, leveling her with a big smile.
"Uh, I realize it's definitely not my one true calling in life, but I'm glad I work here too," he replied.
"Joey, Jack! Stop the chitchat!" Bessie rushed into the room once more, grabbing the now full cups from Joey. "Look, I really need to pick up Alex. Is there anyway you guys can close tonight?"
Joey hesitated, which Jack picked up on. "I can do it," he volunteered. Bessie's smile faltered, and she pointedly gave a look at Joey.
"I'll do it too," she added flatly, narrowing her eyes.
"I'm sure I could do it alone," Jack suggested, shrugging his shoulders lightly.
"No, no," Bessie quickly replied, laughing falsely. "It's a tough, two-person job. Anyway, thanks guys. You guys are lifesavers. Make sure you lock up." With that, she left, leaving the two teens alone.
"What now?" Jack asked, glancing around. It was a little bit after eight o'clock, and there were only four customers in the entire restaurant.
"This is the fun part," Joey said sarcastically. "Now we sit around and do nothing for the rest of the night."
"Great." After a few moments of silence, the two went their own ways, to help what few customers there were.
About an hour to two later, only one customer, a kind old gentleman, was left. Joey, on the other hand, was starting to get impatient.
"This is not how I should be spending my life," she complained. "Waiting for some old bag to finish a friggin' cup of coffee, slaving away at a job I don't even want, while my sister runs around, and I'm stuck here with -" She stopped abruptly, and Jack looked down. The rest of her sentence had actually been with a guy that I'm madly lusting for while he barely acknowledges my existence, but that hardly seemed appropriate. And Jack had taken it to end with you.
"I didn't mean it like that Jack," she apologized.
"I know how you meant it. Look, I already said I could close up. Just go on home…"
She looked into Jack's eyes, seeing the hurt, and smiled meekly. "No. I like being here. With you. I mean, maybe… I don't know, I guess I'm upset because of the breakup." Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly the truth, but it was an excuse. Jack's face softened.
"Oh. I understand. Here, I'll go refill that guy's coffee cup and try to get him to leave," he offered. He turned away, filling up a cup of steaming black coffee. He remembered distinctly that the guy liked his coffee with no creams or sugar. Halfway through pouring, he changed his mind and put the coffee in a To-Go cup. He hoped it would make the guy leave sooner.
He delivered the cup to the guy, along with the small bill, but the man only nodded his thanks and continued to sip his coffee. Sighing, Jack returned to the back. "Cup número tres and he's still yet to budge," he informed Joey.
"That's it Jack," Joey said, throwing her arms up. "We're gonna die here as old people, and that guy is still going to sitting there!" Jack began laughing at her overrated dramatics, and pretty soon Joey joined in.
Neither was sure who stopped laughing first, but within a split second the light around them changed, and they were staring at each other differently. And together, they leaned in, and together, they kissed. Joey put her hands on Jack's face, enjoying the kiss more than anything. The kiss only last a little more than a few seconds, but when they pulled away, they were both panting.
Joey's face turned a bright red, as well as Jack's. "Joey…" he said, thinking she was about to slap him for kissing her so soon after her breakup. Besides, Jack didn't think he had initiated the kiss, but it was always better to take the blame.
"Uh…" was all Joey could get out. She turned around, and tried to change the subject. "Look, the old man's gone."
Jack followed her gaze, and the restaurant was now notably empty. "Yeah," he replied a bit densely. She went over to the table to clean up his mess, leaving Jack a bit confused. The kiss hadn't meant too much to him, but he knew that things were probably screwed up between the two. That definitely wasn't what he wanted. Maybe if he asked her out… It would also help him get rid of those unnatural feelings towards Pacey, right?
Sucking up his courage, he turned to Joey and blurted out, "Joey, do you want go to the movies Friday?" She froze, and Jack couldn't help but think how stupid he sounded.
She couldn't contain a smile, no matter how hard she tried. "I'd love to," she told him, her heart pounding wildly. This was what she had been waiting for.
He smiled too, though his was uneasy. Joey was a wonderful friend to him, but he wasn't sure he felt like that towards her. But he could always give it a try, right?
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A/N: Hey guys. This was not very good of a chapter, I'm sure. And I apologize. I was supposed to get to the poem this chapter, but that was just not happening.
So, next chapter, I'll write the poem in, no matter what, even if it takes me forever.
Thanks for staying with me guys!
Next chapter: Jack goes on a date with Joey, Pacey and Andie develop, Jack writes his poem and the true feelings come out!
Summary: Jack's brother Tim never died, and his mother never went crazy. And still, he has to deal with the pressure of coming out to all of Capeside. Strong friendships ensue along the way.
Author: The notorious Yelak
Disclaimer: I own everyone and everything except the people and plots and objects in this story.
Lovely Reviewers:
WiccanWillow23: Uh, at first I wasn't sure how to reply to your comment. But I guess, what I have to say is, just because Tim is alive doesn't make it easy for Jack to come out. Coming out, I presume, is a really hard thing to do, and no matter what position your in, it doesn't get much easier. Anyway, thanks for the review.
nebula2 - Thanks for all of the reviews! And, I knew my first chapter sucked, but that was really more of a prologue than anything. I had to find someway to the make the transition. Thanks for your reviews of the other chapter, as well. They make me happy.
Cassie - Thank you so much! And I love your reviews, so it all evens out. =D
Ike - Well, thank you veddy much. In this chapter, you'll find out more. Hopefully you'll stick with me.
Phoenix Firefly - Thanks a lot! I really can't wait to do the poem part either, which is why it feels like everything pre to that is taking so long and becoming such a drag to write. Thanks for sticking with me, though.
damien455 - Yes, a hooker. It had to be fun. So that's how I wrote it. Anyway, thanks for reading my story. =D And also for the great review.
anne918 - Thank you for all three of your reviews! They were all very nice, and I appreciated them all a lot. Thanks so much.
A/N: This story has taken me nearly a month to update. I'm soo sorry, but I've just been so busy lately. Anyway, I've stayed home sick from school today, so I figured what better time is there to write? And yes, the writing's gone slowly and it kinda sucks, but bear with me, please. Okay, enough of my droning. On to the story!
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The last thing Jack wanted to hear at that specific moment was the shrill ring of his alarm clock. In fact, he would've given anything for it to magically shut off and let him sleep for a bit longer. But no, the consistent noises kept going, pounding into Jack's ears and figuratively shaking his brain awake.
"I'm up, I'm up," he muttered to no one in particular, reaching out into the darkness to try and turn off the devilry machine. Win his attempts to stop the ringing failed, he finally bravely opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The sunlight poured in through the cracks of the blinds, vaguely illuminating his room. With a loud sigh, he spotted the alarm clock, turned it off, and stretched.
He fumbled on into the bathroom, slowly getting ready for school. Once again, Andie was already up and eating breakfast, so he tried his best to not delay.
When he finally finished he traipsed down the steps, two at a time, until skidding to a stop in the kitchen. Unlike every other morning, his father had actually joined them, sitting gallantly at the table. In his left hand was a coffee mug, which he periodically took a sip from every twelve seconds or so, and in his right was the morning's newspaper, which he ruffled a lot.
Also unlike most mornings, there seemed to be a respectful silence in the room as Jack filled his plate with bacon strips. He joined his family at the table, silently.
"Morning Jack," Andie said with a smile.
"Morning."
"Ready for your first day on the job?" she chirped, promptly spreading an equal amount of grape jelly on her toasted slice of wheat bread. Inwardly groaning, Jack wished she hadn't. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Mr. McPhee ruffled the newspaper once more and looked up.
"I didn't know you had a job," he said slowly, studying his son's face. "Since when do you have a job? Where do you work?"
"Since yesterday, Dad," he replied, sighing slightly to himself. "At this restaurant called the Ice House."
"The Ice House," he murmured thoughtfully, taking another loud sip of his coffee. "I've heard of that before. I don't like the idea. You're not working there."
"Yes, I am Dad," Jack said, looking to his two siblings for help. "I've already applied and everything. There's nothing you can do."
"You are my son and I say you will not work there!"
"Would you look at that," Tim spoke up, coming to Jack's rescue. "Already time to leave." Clearing the table quickly, the three stood up and ushered their plates into the sink. "So, I've got football after school but I'll be home later, okay?"
"Do us proud, son," Mr. McPhee grinned at Tim, currently forgetting the previous argument that had threatened to take place.
"I dunno . . . the team sucks so bad, I don't think even a miracle could save 'em," he laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder. The three kids left together for another day of school.
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When Jack arrived in his first class of the day, World History, Joey was already in her seat, staring down almost sadly at her books. "Hey," he said concernedly, approaching her.
"Oh, hey," she said back, smiling slightly.
"Anything wrong?"
"No," she said at first, but then obviously changed her mind. Swiping a strand of hair away from her face, she told him truthfully, "Yes. I broke up with Dawson." She was obviously awaiting his reaction.
But "Oh," was all she got. She looked at him, expecting more than that. ". . .why?" he continued, after a moment's hesitation.
"I need space," she nodded, with a slight unsure shrug of her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," Jack uncertainly replied.
"Yeah," she said, looking down at her desk again. "So anyway, you'll be at the Ice House tonight, right?"
"Right," he responded, confused by her abrupt change of attitude.
"Quiet down class," Mr. Wagner said, coming into the classroom. Jack slid into his seat, still a bit baffled.
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Jack watched Andie get ready for her date with Pacey from his bedroom, still feeling a bit gloomy. Nervously, Andie shuffled into his room and gave a little twirl. "What do you think?" she asked anxiously. "Too dressed up? Not dressed up enough? How do I look?"
Grinning at his sister's near-anxiety attack, he said, "You look fine."
"Fine as in good, or fine as okay?" she questioned, now looking down at her outfit with a look of uncertainty.
"Fine as in good," he assured her, laughing.
"Okay. Thanks, Jack. I just really like Pacey, and I wanted everything to go smoothly tonight," she said, glancing in the mirror one last time. Jack's insides burnt with guilt, sadness, you name it.
"I know you do, Andie. And I'm sure you'll have a terrific time." He felt phony guaranteeing her this, because he was . . . jealous? No, of course not. He wanted his sister to be happy, but not if it meant her dating Pacey. Or maybe he was just feeling overprotective. It was hard to sort his feelings out.
Andie opened her mouth to say something, but the ringing of the doorbell downstairs cut her off. Face coloring itself red, she raced down the steps and Jack followed.
"Hey McPhee," Pacey grinned as she opened the door for him.
"Oh look, my favorite failure is here," she teased, now speaking smoothly.
Pacey's face dawned a look of mock hurtfulness, and he said with a finger raised in the air, "Hey now. I take great offense to that."
"Sure you do, Pace." The two laughed together, and Jack watched them from his position at the top of the stairs. Looking upwards at him, Pacey finally realized that he was in the house.
"Heya Jackers," Pacey said. Jack's face flushed. Jackers? Only Andie and his ex-girlfriend back in Rhode Island called him Jackers. Of course. Andie must have told him.
"Hi," he said back, embarrassedly.
"Well," Pacey concluded, turning to Andie. "Ready to go?"
"Yep. Bye, Jack."
"Bye."
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"Just… grab a broom or something, wouldya?" Bessie sighed, staring down at the glass shards that were scattered across the floor. While trying to carry a stack of ten or so plates to the sink, one had slipped from Jack's reach and fell to the ground, shattering.
"Sure," he said, his cheeks bright red. He knew for a fact that he would be horrible at this job, so why had he taken it in the first place?
"It's okay, Jack. It happens to the best of us," Joey told him with a smile. Oh, yeah.
He gave an appreciative yet forced chuckle, fetching a broom from the closet and sweeping up the glass.
"And Jack?"
Turning his head to face Bessie, he was sure he was about to be fired. "Be more careful next time." He gratefully nodded to the advice, and went back to sweeping. Joey was busy filling five glasses to the brim with Coke.
"I'm really glad you decided to work here," she told him, giving him a slightly crooked grin. He bent down, scooping up the glass and carrying in to the trashcan, leveling her with a big smile.
"Uh, I realize it's definitely not my one true calling in life, but I'm glad I work here too," he replied.
"Joey, Jack! Stop the chitchat!" Bessie rushed into the room once more, grabbing the now full cups from Joey. "Look, I really need to pick up Alex. Is there anyway you guys can close tonight?"
Joey hesitated, which Jack picked up on. "I can do it," he volunteered. Bessie's smile faltered, and she pointedly gave a look at Joey.
"I'll do it too," she added flatly, narrowing her eyes.
"I'm sure I could do it alone," Jack suggested, shrugging his shoulders lightly.
"No, no," Bessie quickly replied, laughing falsely. "It's a tough, two-person job. Anyway, thanks guys. You guys are lifesavers. Make sure you lock up." With that, she left, leaving the two teens alone.
"What now?" Jack asked, glancing around. It was a little bit after eight o'clock, and there were only four customers in the entire restaurant.
"This is the fun part," Joey said sarcastically. "Now we sit around and do nothing for the rest of the night."
"Great." After a few moments of silence, the two went their own ways, to help what few customers there were.
About an hour to two later, only one customer, a kind old gentleman, was left. Joey, on the other hand, was starting to get impatient.
"This is not how I should be spending my life," she complained. "Waiting for some old bag to finish a friggin' cup of coffee, slaving away at a job I don't even want, while my sister runs around, and I'm stuck here with -" She stopped abruptly, and Jack looked down. The rest of her sentence had actually been with a guy that I'm madly lusting for while he barely acknowledges my existence, but that hardly seemed appropriate. And Jack had taken it to end with you.
"I didn't mean it like that Jack," she apologized.
"I know how you meant it. Look, I already said I could close up. Just go on home…"
She looked into Jack's eyes, seeing the hurt, and smiled meekly. "No. I like being here. With you. I mean, maybe… I don't know, I guess I'm upset because of the breakup." Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly the truth, but it was an excuse. Jack's face softened.
"Oh. I understand. Here, I'll go refill that guy's coffee cup and try to get him to leave," he offered. He turned away, filling up a cup of steaming black coffee. He remembered distinctly that the guy liked his coffee with no creams or sugar. Halfway through pouring, he changed his mind and put the coffee in a To-Go cup. He hoped it would make the guy leave sooner.
He delivered the cup to the guy, along with the small bill, but the man only nodded his thanks and continued to sip his coffee. Sighing, Jack returned to the back. "Cup número tres and he's still yet to budge," he informed Joey.
"That's it Jack," Joey said, throwing her arms up. "We're gonna die here as old people, and that guy is still going to sitting there!" Jack began laughing at her overrated dramatics, and pretty soon Joey joined in.
Neither was sure who stopped laughing first, but within a split second the light around them changed, and they were staring at each other differently. And together, they leaned in, and together, they kissed. Joey put her hands on Jack's face, enjoying the kiss more than anything. The kiss only last a little more than a few seconds, but when they pulled away, they were both panting.
Joey's face turned a bright red, as well as Jack's. "Joey…" he said, thinking she was about to slap him for kissing her so soon after her breakup. Besides, Jack didn't think he had initiated the kiss, but it was always better to take the blame.
"Uh…" was all Joey could get out. She turned around, and tried to change the subject. "Look, the old man's gone."
Jack followed her gaze, and the restaurant was now notably empty. "Yeah," he replied a bit densely. She went over to the table to clean up his mess, leaving Jack a bit confused. The kiss hadn't meant too much to him, but he knew that things were probably screwed up between the two. That definitely wasn't what he wanted. Maybe if he asked her out… It would also help him get rid of those unnatural feelings towards Pacey, right?
Sucking up his courage, he turned to Joey and blurted out, "Joey, do you want go to the movies Friday?" She froze, and Jack couldn't help but think how stupid he sounded.
She couldn't contain a smile, no matter how hard she tried. "I'd love to," she told him, her heart pounding wildly. This was what she had been waiting for.
He smiled too, though his was uneasy. Joey was a wonderful friend to him, but he wasn't sure he felt like that towards her. But he could always give it a try, right?
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A/N: Hey guys. This was not very good of a chapter, I'm sure. And I apologize. I was supposed to get to the poem this chapter, but that was just not happening.
So, next chapter, I'll write the poem in, no matter what, even if it takes me forever.
Thanks for staying with me guys!
Next chapter: Jack goes on a date with Joey, Pacey and Andie develop, Jack writes his poem and the true feelings come out!
