A/N: OK, so far, so good. I've gotten some positive reviews, so I'll keep going! And to answer a question: Will it be a DJ? You'll have to read and find out! Also, if you can think of a title for me, I would be soooo happy! Maybe you'll even show up somewhere in the story ! Let me know by reviewing! Enjoy and review.

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Chapter Two

Joey's stomach lept as soon as the Potter B&B came into view from the cab. It looked exactly as it had the last time she had left it. Joey used to hate that fact, but now she found it endearing. The summer flowers were blooming in Bessie's garden, and the creek was shimmering in the afternoon sunshine. Joey closed her eyes and imagined herself and Dawson during the summer months, playing outside for hours. She opened her eyes to find that exact scene, except for the two kids. Now it was Alexander and Lily, who had spotted the approaching cab and were running to meet it. Joey opened the door and was immediately attacked by the petite little girl with curly strawberry blonde hair and round blue eyes.

"Joey!" Lily exclaimed, excitedly.

"Oh my goodness Lily!" Joey remarked, giving her a huge hug. "You've gotten so big! You look so grown up!"

Lily beamed as she pulled away.

"Hello Miss Lily." Pacey greeted as rounded the car. "Let me take a look at you." He took her hand and twirled her around. "My, my, my. So you must be what...at least 25." He joked.

"No!" Lily laughed. "I'm nine!"

"Oh, well in that case, you aren't told old for this!" Pacey exclaimed, as he picked up the little girl and spun her around, laughing.

"And what about you?" Joey asked, turning to her nephew. "Too cool to say hi to your old aunt?"

"He's too cool for everything now." Lily remarked, having emerged on Pacey's shoulders. "He's twelve." She added, offering an explanation.

"I'm not too cool." He protested, hugging Joey. "And I'm glad to see you both."

"Good! Then you'll be glad to bring their bags inside!" came a voice from the front door.

"Bessie!" Joey exclaimed, running up to hug her.

"Hey there little sis!" Bessie greeted. "How was your trip?"

"It was good." Joey replied, as Alexander approached with the bags, and Pacey with Lily. "I'm glad to be home." Bessie and Pacey exchanged looks at this statement. Pacey just shrugged, and followed the group inside.

An hour later the couple had settled into Joey's old room, and were sitting down, drinking coffee in the family as Bessie rambled on about everything that had happened since the last time they had been back.

Joey looked longingly out the window, pretending to listen.

"And so Gale said 'I don't care how famous he gets, we will not let the mayor put up a sign that says Capeside: Home of Dawson Leery'!" Bessie remarked with a laugh.

"I'd have to agree with Mrs. L on that one." Pacey replied. "Don't want that already abnormally sized noggin of his getting any bigger. Right Jo?" he looked towards her. "Jo?"

"Hmm?" she snapped out of her reverie. "Oh, yeah." She laughed.

"Well, I don't know about you Jo, but I need a little nap before dinner tonight." Pacey declared, getting up. "I'm gonna need a lot of energy to deal with my family and all of our friends in the same room."

Joey smiled. "I'm not really tired. I think I'll just stay here and catch up some more with Bessie."

"Okay." Pacey replied, kissing her on the forehead, and continuing onto the room.

"Go ahead." Bessie told Joey, once Pacey was out of earshot.

"Go where?" Joey asked, puzzled.

"I'm not blind you know." Bessie remarked. "I saw you staring out the window the whole time. Go see him."

"Who? Dawson?" Joey tried to brush it off. "I'll see him at dinner tonight."

"Joey..."

"Alright, alright, so maybe I was thinking of him a little bit." Joey admitted.

"And there's nothing wrong with that!" Bessie told her.

"I know, but I always feel weird mentioning him around Pacey." Joey hesitated.

"Joey, Pacey loves you. And he knows you well. He knows that Dawson is a huge part of your life and always will be. And if he had a problem with it, well, then you wouldn't be together." Bessie remarked. "He understands that your relationship is special, and I don't think he wants to get in the way of it. Okay? So go. Go see him."

Joey half-smiled at Bessie, and got up to leave. She turned around before reaching the door. "Thanks Bess." She said, as she left.

Joey made her way to the Leery's backyard and paused for a moment, looking up at the window. The very window she had climbed in a million times, to the room that she had spent a good deal of her childhood in. The latter was still there, pressed up against the side of the house, waiting for her. She thought for a moment, and then decided to climb up, for old times' sake.

She made her way up, not quite as quickly as she once could, and lifted the window.

"No way!" Dawson yelled into his cell phone, as he paced around his room. "Tell him that I said....sorry, I'm gonna have to call you back." He remarked, shutting the phone, and looking at the figure hoisting herself through his bedroom window.

"Ouch." She exclaimed, standing up. "I'm getting too old for this."

"Joey!" Dawson exclaimed, running over and lifting her up! "It's so good to see you!"

Joey hugged him tightly, and then took a step back. She looked at him intently. He looked older, more tired than before. But he was trying to mask it. His smile was big and bright, and his eyes sparkled at her. "Dawson..." was all she could manage to say. She looked longingly into his eyes and before she could do anything to stop them, tears began streaming down her face.

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