| *Cut to Pacey sitting on a dock. Andie walks up.* Andie: This is for you. *She hands him a gift.* It's not much. *Pacey looks at the gift.* Andie: Well it is your birthday, isn't it? Pacey: How'd you know? Andie: I'm psychic. Okay, I heard you and that guy, Dawson, arguing about it. I had it in the car, anyways. I was going to give it to my brother for Christmas but I kind of, well, forgot about it. Anyway, go ahead. Open it. *Pacey opens it. It's a Magic 8 Ball* Andie: Ask it a question. Pacey: Will I pass my driver's test on the next try? *He shakes it. They read the answer.* Pacey: Signs point to yes. What is my future? *Shakes it* Pacey: Cannot predict now. Here. Andie: Okay um.. *She shakes it and accidentily drops it into the water.* Andie: Oh no! I'm sorry. Pacey: That can't be a good sign. Andie: I'm sorry. Pacey: *shrugs* It's the thought that counts. Andie: I've always been this complete clutz. Some things never change. Pacey: Everything changes. Everybody changes. 'Cept for me. Take this stupid party for example. I thought I could be Pacey Witter, the guy who throws a good party but no, I'm still Pacey Witter, the guy who's failing biology, but now I'm a year older. Andie: You know, maybe you're just Pacey Witter the guy who's still trying to figure it out. Pacey: Well.. Andie: What? Pacey: We are so deep. |
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