The movie they were watching was one full of memories. It was a home video Dawson had shot the summer before freshman year.

"You were so full of yourself, Pace." Joey noted from her place leaning against Pacey's headboard.

They'd found themselves watching old videos of Dawson's that Pacey had somehow confiscated. Somewhere around the end of the first and the beginning of the second movie Joey had traded her dress and heels for one of Pacey's t-shirts and some boxers that had Donald Duck on them. At least now she could be somewhat comfortable while watching her life's humiliations caught on tape.

Pacey rolled his eyes up at her from where his head rested in her lap. "Are you using past tense, Jo?"

"Of course not. I was just making an observation. You have nothing to fear. Pacey, you are still wholeheartedly full of yourself." she said, patting his head.

"Why thank you, Josephine." They turned their attention back to the television but the only thing on the screen was snow. Pacey got off the bed and flipped the T.V. off.

"I still can't believe you stole those from Dawson."

"Borrowed, I borrowed from Dawson. You don't steal from friends." he assured her.

"Well, thanks anyway. If Dawson still had those, our adolescence would never be safe."

"Speaking of Dawson-"

"I'd rather not." she broke in.

Pacey crawled back up on the bed and rested himself against the headboard, next to her. "Speaking of Dawson," he continued, "what do you mean he never showed up?"

"He just didn't show up," she stated. Joey had figured Pacey would have forgotten her earlier comment. In the whole three hours she'd been there it hadn't been mentioned once. She should have guessed Pacey had only been biding his time.

"Are you sure he asked you out?" Pacey asked. Knowing how much Joey wanted to get back with Dawson and how oblivious Dawson could be it wasn't hard for him to understand the two getting their wires crossed.

"Yes, Pacey. I'm sure he asked me out." Joey hissed irritated. "Yesterday he came up to me in the hall and said he wanted to get back together. He said that he wanted to take me some place nice, some place that I needed to dress up. He said that he would meet me at the Icehouse at six. I was there, waiting for four hours before I left. But I guess my suspicions are now confirmed."

The tone in Joey's voice was sad and it made Pacey look at her. "What suspicions, Jo?"

"That I just not important enough." Joey wiped a much-hated tear from her eye. "First my dad and now Dawson. Hell, I even turned a man gay."

Pacey hated seeing her like this. How could she think she wasn't important enough. This girl was his world and she didn't think she was important. Pacey let an idea form in his head. He turned Joey to face him. "Would you be willing to wear that dress again?"

"Huh?" What did her dress have to do with anything?

"The red dress. Would you be willing to put on the dress and heels again tonight."

"Why?" Now Joey was suspicious.

"I can't tell you." Joey raised an eyebrow at him. "I just can't."

Joey walked across the room to where her dress and shoes sat by his desk. Grabbing it and heading towards the bathroom she called, "After I change you are going to explain yourself, Witter."