| *Cut to them climbing out of the pool.* Andie: Wow. You really took control in there. You have an interesting way of doing that. Pacey: Yeah, well, I perform well under pressure. Andie: I want to explain sometime to you. Pacey: You really don't have to talk about this, Andie. Andie: I do, Pacey. I mean, I'm the queen of keeping dirty secrets. So I understand why you didn't jump forward with the information. I think I was just more shocked by the idea that you have so much experience and I, um... Pacey: Will. Andie: You're such a jerk! Pacey: A slacker jerk. Andie: A champion slacker jerk. Pacey: And what does that make you? Andie: I don't know, Pacey. You tell me. I dare you. Pacey: You, Andie McPhee, are the girl that I love to hate. Andie: I love to hate you, too. *They kiss.* Andie: Not forgiven. Pacey: It's a no. |
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