By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG13 - mature conversations
Summary: If you've seen "When Harry Met Sally..." you'll know what this story is about. If you haven't...too bad for you.
Author's Note: The Capeside gang did not grow up together in this story. Just go with it okay?
Distribution: This story will be exclusive to Kat's Pacey and Joey Fanfiction. You can't have it, so don't ask.
***
5 YEARS LATER
"Hottie in the self-help section." Joey whipped around.
"Where?"
Jen pointed, "Right there. Oh my god, he's checking you out! Don't look!" She turned Joey to the right. "Why do all the good ones always ogle you?"
"I know that jerk," Joey said. "You can have him." It was none other than Pacey Witter. Her annoying companion on the trip to New York. Possibly the most obnoxious, self-righteous, self-centered, womanizing creep in the history of men. Unfortunately for her, he was coming their way.
"Joey, Joey Potter?" he asked sounding a little awkward. This couldn't be Pacey Witter. Pacey Witter would have strolled over and told her how attractive she still was, that her breasts had filled out or something equally as disgusting.
"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?" Her tone was annoyed. He seemed to back down a little bit.
"You don't remember?" Pacey frowned. "Pacey Witter, we rode to New York together about ten years ago."
Joey pretended to think about it and carefully lit up her face to show that she did, in fact, remember him. "Oh, right. Pacey, I'm sorry. This is my friend, Jen Lindley."
Pacey reached out to shake hands with Jen. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. Sorry, I was just leaving. Bye Joey!" Jen quickly dashed for the exit in order to let Joey get reacquainted with this handsome face from her past. This should definitely help her get over Jack, she thought.
They stood staring at each other for a moment, taking in the changes in appearance, trying to figure out exactly what to say. "So, uh, how's Jack?"
Joey smiled and waved a hand into the air nonchalantly. "We broke up actually. No big deal."
Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, but Pacey seemed almost sympathetic. "That's too bad. Kind of a funny coincidence though. I am now a free man. One divorce to scratch on the wall."
"That sucks." Pacey nodded.
"Do you want to go to dinner?" Make that the same obnoxious, self-centered, self-righteous, womanizing, spontaneous creep.
***
"I mean, it was so abrupt! She just dumped it on me," Pacey shouted over the roaring crowd.
Dawson Leery chomped on his hot dog and strained to hear his friend. "What'd she say?!"
Pacey swallowed some more soda. "One morning she says, I'm moving out! I ask why and she gives me one of those, The Magic Isn't There speeches!" Pacey realized the crowd had quieted. A free throw for the Knicks. "Then, what do you know, the doorbell rings and there are moving guys standing there."
"How? I thought she just decided one random morning."
"That's what I thought. The moving guys lead me to think that she's been planning this. All her stuff's packed, too. So, of course..."
"She's been having an affair?!"
"Exactly. I always thought it would be a little too good to be true, ya know? But I never imagined my Andie would do anything like this."
"I never really liked her. Too perky."
"Why don't you say these things before I marry someone?" Dawson shrugged and took another bite. Who talks about divorce at a Knicks game?
"Because I didn't want to tell you how to live your life. You wouldn't have listened to me anyway."
"You're probably right. But I do value your opinion. Somewhat."
"Forget Andie for the time being. What about this Joey chick?"
Pacey nearly choked on his soda. "No way! Besides the fact that we're only friends, she's a bitch."
"But she's an attractive bitch."
"Still a bitch."
***
"I have to fix you two up." Joey was sitting in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin, the phone at her ear. Pacey was on the end of the line is the same position.
"And I have to fix you and Dawson up. You guys are perfect for each other." Pacey turned the sound down on the TV. "When's good for you and Jen?"
"Probably Friday."
"Great, great." Since that chance meeting at the bookstore two months earlier, Joey and Pacey had been inseparable. Talking on the phone until at least midnight, getting together for lunch, dinner and sometimes breakfast as often as they could. Pacey wondered why he had been so stubborn their first meeting. He could have had such a great friend all this time.
Joey shifted in bed and turned off Casablanca. "I think I'm going to call it a night, Pace."
"You're going to make me watch the greatest movie of all time by myself?"
"It's not like you've never watched it alone before. You'll survive."
"I'm not sure."
"Goodnight, Pacey."
"Don't go, I'm dying. Really, I am."
"I'm hanging up now."
"No! I'm really dying..." Dial tone. "Damn her."
***
"Are you kidding me? You wrote that?!" Jen felt as if she had just found her soulmate. Dawson Leery had to be the guy for her. And he seemed genuinely interested.
Dawson was in heaven. Not only was Jen adorable, but she was, unbeknownst to her, already a fan of his work. "Yes, that was me."
"And I've been quoting you all this time! Wow, how ironic."
Joey was miserable. Dawson was supposed to be her date, not Jen's. So why was he flirting with her? Why did they have so much in common? Well, at least he wasn't married like the rest of Jen's "boyfriends."
"Jen, you know Pacey went to Bailey Ellard for high school, too." Jen turned to Pacey for a minute.
"Oh, really?" Jen turned to Dawson. "Dawson, what do you say we go see the new Speilberg? What's the name of it, Schindler's List?"
Dawson pulled the napkin away from his lap and stood. He pulled out his wallet and dropped thirty dollars onto the table. "I love Steven Speilberg. You guys don't mind right?"
Before Pacey and Joey could answer Jen and Dawson were bolting towards the door, coats in hand, happily discussing movies. They looked at each other sadly.
"I really thought you two would hit it off," Pacey said.
"Same here. At least somebody's happy."
***
"They belong together and they can't even see it!" Jen exclaimed from the back seat of a cab.
Dawson laughed. "Finally, someone agrees with me! If we could only get them to realize how perfect they are for each other."
A light bulb went on above Jen's head. "Maybe we can..."
END OF PART 3
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