A/U: Joey, Jen, and Jack all grew up together in a small town in New Jersey called Bayonne. They go to college at St. Peter's College in Jersey City and live in Bayonne currently. The three friends have never met Pacey, who did not grown up with them. Joey's dating someone....
Disclaimer: I do not nor ever will own Dawson's Creek or the characters. They belong to Kevin Williamson and the WB.
Can I Take Your Order? by Madrose
Ch.1
She walked in, holding his hand. Taking short, graceful steps next to him as they walked, their steps in time with one another. Her dress was long and elegant and her long brown hair was down her back, past her shoulders a little ways. The hostess sat the couple down at a table, facing the karaoke stage. It was Wednesday night, her favorite night to come and watch the people who probably had consumed too much alcohol go up and sing Whitney Houston, Aretha, and countless other's song. Yes, they butchered them everytime, but she took pleasure in seeing other people's carefree spirit and just people having downright fun. She needed fun in her life. All she did was study, her boyfriend was great, but she needed more, something that could hold her interest for longer than a week or two.
"Jo, you should go up there and sing," he told her, brushing his finger over the top of her hand.
She contemplated it. Yes, Joey Potter, actually thought about going up on that stage and singing in front of the whole restuarant. But once again, her fear took over. Like she always let it. Consuming her brain and never letting her step out of the box she had created. And he was sweet, everytime they came here on Wednesdays, he would encourage her to go up there and sing her little heart out, but every week it was the same. She always told him, maybe next week. And he would nodd his head and smile, always so supportive, but sometimes she wished he wasn't. Maybe just for once, he would be pushy and actually force her to confront her fears. But just like every time, she said, "Maybe next week."
And he smiled, nodding his head. He handed her the menu and she looked over it, although she already knew what she was going to order. Even this, as simple as it sounds, bothered her. Why did she always order the same thing? Why did she never take the chance to order something else? Hey, maybe she'd hate it, but atleast she'd tried it.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked.
"Yep," she replied.
"Good," he said, leaning in to her and brushing his lips across her cheek. She smiled. Her thoughts were interupted when she heard a voice,
"Hi, My name's Pacey. Can I take your order?"