| *Cut to Pacey and Andie* Andie: Come on, Pacey, what do you say? Wanna dance? Pacey: I told you McPhee. I don't dance. Andie: I don't believe you. I think you're holding out on me in some power move to keep control in this relationship. Pacey: What relationship? Andie: Ha ha. Come on, please, just a slow dance. Pacey: I told you, McPhee. I don't dance. This includes dances of all speeds, all types, and all cultures, including, but not limited to, fast dances, slow dances, and whatever Patrick Swayze was doing in Dirty Dancing. Andie: You know, Pacey, you can be so stubborn sometimes. Fine. If you don't want to dance with me, I'll just find someone who will. Pacey: Don't hurt the poor guy, would ya? *Cut to Andie on the dock. Pacey walks up* Andie: I thought you didn't dance, Pacey. Pacey: You know, I've been looking for you. I've been looking everywhere for ya. Andie: You said you didn't dance, Pacey. Pacey: What? Did you see me out there? You can hardly call that dancing. Andie: You're right. I call it foreplay. But then again, we don't owe any explanations to each other, do we? We're just sparring partners right? We don't mean any more to each other than that. Pacey: That's not true. You know that's not true, Andie. I mean, I was having a wonderful time with you tonight. I was. It's just when I ran into Kristy, I just...I got swept up in the moment. Andie: Well, it's too bad I'm not the kind of girl who can sweep you away. Pacey: Come on, Andie, come on. You know that's not what I meant. It's just Kristy..she's like a fantasy. Don't tell me you've never wanted to act out a fantasy. Even if just for a moment. Andie: Yeah I was trying to act out a fantasy all night. Pacey: Why do you like me? Andie: What? Pacey: Why do you like me? I'm a screw up, Andie. I'm thoughtless. I'm insecure. And for the life of me, I can not understand why I woman like you would bother to care about me. Andie: God, I don't know, Pacey, because you're funny and you're kind and you don't judge people. You make me feel good about myself. I mean, you didn't run screaming from the house the other day when you met my crazy ol' mother. And you're smart. I mean, I don't know where you get this whole loser complex because you are so smart. And you spar better with me than anyone. And you're sharp, and you're witty, and you're brilliant. And this is more than you deserve right now. Pacey: I know, I know. Andie, I know. I'm really, truly sorry. I am. I'm sorrier than I've been in a long time. The moment that I spent with Kristy, the moment that's going to make the whole night worth while, I was with the wrong person. I want to spend that moment with you. Andie: Well, we're certainly having one now, aren't we? Pacey: Would you please dance with me Miss McPhee? Andie: I'd love to. *They start dancing* Pacey: Sharp, witty, and brilliant, huh? Anything you care to add to that? Andie: If you think I find this charming, Pacey, you're majorly deluded. Pacey: Of course not, how could you? I'm a witless boar. Andie: Oafish clod. Pacey: Major cad. Kiss me? Andie: Thought you'd never ask. *They kiss* |
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