Pacey nervously shredded his napkin as he waited for Jack and Joey to show up in the coffee shop on Dupont Street. His anxciousness combined with the all the coffee he'd drunk that morning just to get out of bed made for a very jumpy Pacey Witter.

The last place on earth he ever expected to see Joey Potter again was in his strip club. He hadn't even known she was in Boston, let alone Jack too. He pinched the bridge of his nose, why had he agreed to this?

Oh yeah, Jack had insisted. And he couldn't turn down his old friend. Jack had always proved himself to be an upstanding guy. It wasn't his fault the idea of facing Joey made him want to run screaming from the small restaurant, leaving a Pacey-shaped hole in the door.

Joey checked her reflection in her compact mirror as she and Jack shared a cab. "I don't know why I agreed to this. I should be at the gallery today." She shut the mirror and slid it back into her purse crossing her legs; her thick-heeled boots disappeared into her black pants legs, a soft gray sweater topped the outfit. If anything hanging out with some of Jack's friends had definitely helped her, keep up a trendy appearance, something she was told she needed to be taken seriously.

"It's Sunday. Hasn't anyone told you, you work too hard?" He gave her a sidelong look.

"Yes. You do all the time and yet, I don't listen just like I'm not going to listen now," Joey retorted.

"But you're here and not there. So at least that's something." He sighed, with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I can't help it if I like what I do. I like working at the gallery." Joey eyed Jack through her peripheral vision. "If anything I think you're more happy to see Pacey then I am."

He shifted uncomfortably. "Why shouldn't I be? I haven't seen the guy since Graduation. And that was a decade ago. Personally, I think you should be a little more excited to see him. After all you grew up with him, and now finally, after years, you get to see him again."

Joey smiled knowingly. "Oh yeah, and your excitement has nothing to do with how good he looked in that little G-string?"

"Nope." Jack shook his head, "Absolutly nothing."

"Are you sure," she paused for dramatic effect, "Mr. In-the-flesh," Joey mocked.

"You are so off base, it isn't even funny." Jack protested. "Do you not remember how grossed out I was when we figured out it was him?"

"Maybe you were grossed out because you enjoyed it just a little too much." She teased.

He rolled his eyes, "You are so wrong. He's not even my type."

She laughed as the taxicab pulled to a stop. "Oh look, we're here."

"Thank God," Jack mumbled under his breath as he climbed out of the cab and held his hand to her to help her out.

Joey grinned passing a ten-dollar bill to the driver before accepting Jack's hand. "Such the gentlemen." She closed the door behind her and readjusted her jacket. "I guess this is the part where we go in. I swear, we go out Saturday to pick up guys and we end up picking up Pacey. Just my luck." She patted Jack on the back. "But maybe we can still get you laid." She smiled slyly and ducked inside before Jack could grab her.

Jack clenched his fists at his side before following behind her. "I swear, Joey Potter. I'm gonna get you back for that one." He whispered in her ear as they scanned the room to see if Pacey had arrived yet.

She clicked her tongue behind her teeth. "I'm shaking in my boots, McPhee."

"There he is," he pointed to a booth towards the back. He looked good, if a little antsy. His short hair was spiked up and he wore a tight fitting t-shirt. Jack moved past Joey and made a bee line for the table. "Hey Witter," he greeted him. Holding out a hand for a warm handshake.

"What are you doin', Jack?" Pacey asked, sliding out of the seat he embraced Jack in a warm hug. "That's no way to greet an old friend."

Joey stepped up behind Pacey and gave Jack an amused look that only he could see. "What did I tell you," she mouthed with a grin.

Jack shot her a dirty look as Pacey released him. "It's good to see you, Pace."

"Likewise, man. It's been too long." He replied with a smile before turning to face Joey. "Hey Joey," he greeted her coldly holding out his hand for her to shake.

She shook it indifferently. "Pacey."

Jack took their exchange with a grain of salt. He knew they'd left things sour at graduation, all the events in high school hadn't left them on good terms. He just hoped they'd be over that kind of thing by now. He slid into the booth, next to where Pacey was seated. "So, Pacey, how long have you been in Boston?"

Joey raised an eyebrow at Jack as she sat down across from him. 'G-string had nothing to do with it my ass,' she thought to herself. But this at least promised to be a bit more entertaining then a Sunday at the gallery.

Jack pointedly ignored her as he looked at the menu waiting for Pacey to answer. "Um, about three years now. Things, uh," he swallowed and directed his gaze away from Joey and focused on Jack instead, "Things weren't going so well for me back were I was."

Joey studied the menu in front of her intently, feeling a slow heat at the back of her neck and did not bother to look up when she heard Pacey's words.

"And where was that?" Jack asked.

"Where wasn't it?" he chuckled, "I was everywhere. I was in Langston for a while. New York. I even stopped in Capeside for a few months. Being a writer, you get the option of moving around a lot."

Joey bit her tongue to keep from saying something. She glanced up from her menu and gazed at Jack who was completely enthralled with what Pacey was saying. She smirked and tried hard not to laugh before returning to her menu. Luckily for her, her long hair was able to shield her face and red cheeks.

"Which leads me to ask, if you were a writer, successful enough to travel where you want, what are you doing stripping?" Jack asked, giving Pacey a curious look.

'Maybe he likes the way he looks in a G-string as much you do,' Joey couldn't help but comment in her head. She shut her menu and smiled sweetly at Jack across the table.

He shrugged off handedly, "No one wanted to buy what I'd written. Seems I lost my talent." He smiled half heartedly. "The story of my life." He shot a look at Joey before going back to the menu, "Stripping pays the bills."

Joey offered a tight lip smile and exchanged a look of helplessness with Jack. God, she wanted to kill him for making her come with him. Her cell phone rang giving her a welcome distraction as she went to silence it.

Jack glared at Joey's rude behavior as the waitress came to take their order. They spent the next few minutes placing their orders. Once the waitress dissapeared, Pacey looked at the cell phone still in Joey's hand. "So, Jo. What is it you do these days?"

"Actually, I own an art gallery not to far from here. It specializes in personal collections. Jack here," Joey said focusing her attention on Jack. "Helps out whenever he can, he says he has a job but I doubt it." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"I have a job, a good one at that. It's not my fault you don't think Consumer Projection is a real career." He stuck is tongue back out at her, before turning to Pacey. "You should see her in action, Witter. The woman is amazing, she's a true businesswoman at heart."

"Shrewd and calculating?" Pacey said innocently. "Sounds like the Joey Potter I've always known." He took another sip of his coffee and tried not to smile or express any real pride in her independance. Despite the fact she'd just dissapeared that morning with out a trace, he couldn't help but be happy for her, having spread her wings so far. He'd have to find out the name of the Gallery from Jack so he could go check it out for himself.

Joey couldn't help but smile at Jack's pride in her. "But Jack is annoying with his babble about me working too much."

"You do." He replied, without even a blink.

"I do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

Pacey watched the exchange with amusemant. At least Joey had found someone she could rely on since she'd left Capeside. She seemed almost happy. "Hold on here kiddies, how old are we again?"

"Yeah Jack, how old are you?" Joey repeated to be annoying. She batted her eyelashes at him and smiled.

"Older than you, thank God." He rolled his eyes and turned to Pacey. "You have no idea how stubborn she's gotten since High School."

"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea." He shot her a look just as their food arrived.

Joey grinned at Jack. "But you still love me anyway."

"Lord knows why." He laughed, digging into his omelet.

She made a face at Jack and picked at the food on her plate. "After this we need to stop by the park. I want to take some pictures."

"You're into photography now?" Pacey asked her, taking a drink from his coffee cup.

She shrugged. "It's just something I do for fun, nothing serious."

"Oh," he turned back to his food. If she didn't want to talk, he coudn't force her.

"It's more than a hobby, Jo." Jack chastised her, "You have real talent with a camera."

She shifted uncomfortably. "There's not much to it. You point and click. Besides I'm sure Pacey doesn't want to hear about my dull life."

He shrugged, "No more than you'd want to hear about mine."

"Okay," Jack broke in. "You two are acting weird."

Pacey gave Jack a blank look. "I'm not acting weird. How about you, Joey? You acting weird?"

"Nope," she shook her head, "not acting weird." She smiled at Jack almost tempted to ask him about how weird he was acting around Pacey. "Jackers, you're imagining things."

"If you say so," he smiled crookedly at them. "I just thought you guys would have gotten past all that High School tension."

"Jack, how pathetic would I be hung up over some silly high school thing?" She deadpanned. Jack gave her a dubious look.

"I can most definatly say I'm not hung up over anything that happened in high school." Pacey added.

Joey focused her attention on Pacey. "Well that's good to know."

"So, uh, Jack," he turned to his friend. "How long have you been in the city?" Joey took a tentative sip of her warm coffee and watched Jack with calm eyes.

He perked up, "Well, after college I made..."

Joey glanced at the delicate watch that graced her wrist. "Well, I've wasted plenty of time doing nothing that I could have used getting ready for next Saturday's exhibition."

"Thought we were going to the park?" Jack asked, checking his wallet for money.

Pacey put his hand over Jack's, "No, I'll get it." He took the bill from him.

"I know, I still want to I'm just sure there's other things I need to take care of. I can't depend on Lucy for everything."

"Come on, Jo. You can put it off for another hour. Treat yourself a little:" Jack pressured.

"Fine, but when I'm completely embarrassed on Saturday I'm blaming you."

Pacey returned after paying the check, "Well, guys. It was really... nice, seeing you again." He pulled his jacket on. "Make sure to keep in touch, Jackers. You know where to find me."

"Yeah," Jack nodded, "It was really great seeing you again, Witter." He smiled.

Joey slid her jacket back on and climbed out of the booth. "If you don't have any plans, you can come with us," she offered to be polite. "Jack can use the company."

"Yeah, Pace. Come with us." Jack agreed, a wide smile on his face. "We can catch up some more."

"I donno." He grimaced, "I've already bored you to death for the morning."

"I wasn't bored." Jack protested. "Come on, we have years to make up for."

Pacey was torn, between wanting to just stare at Joey for the next--rest of his life and wanting to run away from them as fast as he could, just like she had done years before. He met her eyes, silently asking a simple question.

She smiled genuinely trying to make a conscious effort for Jack. "C'mon you can save me from Jack's nagging and I'd even offer to take your picture but it's a new camera."

Pacey laughed, "Yeah sure. I guess I'll come along for a while."

Joey grinned. "Good then it's settled."

"You have your camera with you, Jo?" Jack asked her, sliding from the booth. "Or do you need to go back and get it?"

Joey's eyes widened. "Ooh yeah, quick stop at the gallery. I promise no more than five minutes."

"Ok, let's catch a cab and Pacey can get a look at your pride and joy." Jack suggested.

"Acutally, I have a car. We can just drive." Pacey replied.

Joey shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me, Jack?"

"Sounds like a plan." He nodded, following Pacey out the door, his eyes taking in the pleasing curve of Pacey's ass.

Joey's eyes grew wide as she watched Jack and she casually elbowed him in his ribs as they walked out. "I saw that," she said under her breath.

"Saw what?" He asked innocently.

"You were about ten seconds away in there from asking if Pacey was on the menu," she hissed. "Now do I have to be worried?"

Jack rolled his eyes, "Pacey's not gay, Joey." He whispered, "I know there's no chance. Doesn't mean I can't look. Even you have to admit he's attractive."

"I hadn't noticed," she lied. "Just be careful okay," she said concerned.

"Hadn't noticed my ass." He pulled her to a stop as Pacey moved around the corner to get his car. "What's to be careful about? It's just Pacey. Hello? It's not like he's even capable of hurting someone."

"I know, it's just that people can surprise you sometimes," she answered evasively.

Jack gave her a sidelong look, "You know, just because he's a stripper. It doesn't mean he's not still the same Pacey we always knew. He just takes off his clothes for money now." He smiled in amusment.

Joey smirked and leaned against him. "A fact that I think you enjoy just a little too much."

He chuckled and threw his arm around her, "One I think you would to, if you let yourself." He started walking with her to the side of the building to meet Pacey.

She rolled her eyes and followed him adjusting the strap to her purse. "I don't think so."

"Suure," Jack said to placate her as they arrived at Pacey's car.

"I don't like the way you said that," Joey muttered.

"Good." Jack smiled and got in the passenger side of Pacey's car.

"Remind me to kill you later," she grumbled climbing into the backseat.

"Why would I want to remind you of such a thing?"

"You're such a comedian."

Pacey chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot. "I see someone's taken my place as your sparring partner, Jo."

"The only difference is that I actually like Jack." She smiled.

"Touche." The corner of his mouth curved up. "So where I am going?" He asked, as he entered into traffic.

"Um, 245 Park Place, it's right by the park."

"Okay," he replied.

"Hey, Jo. Did you ever develop that roll you took on Tuesday?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, I have this really great one of you that I was planning to give you, but you've been annoying lately so I don't know if you deserve it," she said playfully.

He rolled his eyes, "I don't want it. I've got enough pictures you took of me in my apartment. Any more reminders of just how awful I look, nothing will be left of my crumpling self esteem but rubble."

Pacey raised his eyebrow at Joey via the rearview mirror, and she mouthed, "Bad breakup."

"Well, if you don't mind, Jo. I might like to have it."

Joey shrugged. "Fine. It's yours."

"Thanks, I need some new pictures. All I have of any of was from high school."

"Oh, the good 'ole days." Jack sighed dramatically.

"Good 'ole days?" Pacey took his eyes away from the road to look at Jack skeptically. "I don't know what high school you went to. But where I came from, the days were anything but good."

"I think it had its moments," Joey interjected from the backseat.

Pacey nodded slowly, "Yeah, there are a few memories I treasure. But they are few and far between."

"Okay, here we are," Joey said thankful for the interruption as the gallery came into view.

"You want us to wait here?" Jack asked as Pacey pulled up to the front doors.

"If you want," Joey said climbing out of the car. "I'll just be a few minutes."

"Okay." Pacey nodded, he shifted into park and watched her walk away, into the building. It was a small, but stylish with wide windows illumnating the interior. As far as Pacey could tell, the inside was done in a stylish black and white. He smiled softly. "She's done all right for herself, hasn't she?"

"That she has. It's amazing really. She built the place from the ground up," Jack said his voice tinged with pride.

"How'd she manage it?" He asked, curious to see just how far she'd come since the day she ran away from him.

"Well, when she found the building it was condemned the bank wouldn't even sell it to her but with Dawson's help she was able to get her hands on it. She took complete charge though, she was able to get investors, and she contacted the contractors." Jack stared out at Joey's gallery.

"She virtually designed the place herself. With her reputation at her old firm, she was able to set herself up with a few original pieces and I helped by introducing her to some friends of mine. It's terrific; you should see her at it. Which is wonderful considering how much of a wreck she was after she ended her engagement with Dawson."

His face contorted, "Yeah, I can see where that might have made it difficult." He paused for a second, "Dawson helped her buy it?"

Jack nodded and chuckled. "Yep, it was classic. Joey stormed into his office and demanded that he help her that he owed it to her and she wasn't leaving until he agreed. It was all done in less than an hour."

He laughed, "Good for her. I hope she cleaned him out."

"Well, since then she's just thrown herself into work. She eats, sleeps, and breathes this place with an occasional break when she volunteers at the youth center, and eats lunch with me once a week. I worry about her. Speak of the devil," Jack said as Joey stepped out of the building.

"Welcome back." He shifted into drive once she'd seated herself in the back.

"Thanks."

Joey freed the strands of her long hair that had caught in her collar. "The park's three block down from here. It should be on your right."

"Alright." He nodded as he drove. They arrived at the park a few moments later and climbed out of the car. Pacey locked the doors before joining Joey and Jack on the side walk.

"So, uh, how do you want to do this?" Pacey asked.

Joey pulled her camera out of her case and attached one of her lenses. She raised the camera to her eye and snapped a few pictures of the area in general. "I take pictures and you two can talk amongst yourselves?"

"Right," He nodded, feeling rather stupid.

"Shall we?" Jack indicated the nearest trail through the park.

"Yeah," Pacey agreed, glancing back at Joey who was occupying herself with her camera. He turned to Jack as they started walking, "Is she always this...?"

"Distant?" Jack suggested.

"I was going for cold, but distant works."

"No, not usually. I think your appearance has her flustered or something. You're a face from the past, a past I think she wants to put behind her as fast as possible."

"Maybe," Pacey conceded, glancing backwards again.

"So, what about you?" Jack asked, sliding his hands into his pocket. "What have you been up to, besides stripping, these last eight years?"

He shifted uncomforably. "This and that. Went to college, graduated, was a successful writer for a while, it went down hill and voila, you have Pacey Witter, stripper extrodinair."

"Don't get too in depth with details there, Pace." Jack replied sarcastically.

He shrugged, "I went through some things. Grew up a lot. Made some major changes." He studied the ground, "I don't like to talk about it much." Jack looked taken aback. "No offense, Jack. You're a great friend, you always have been, and despite the fact we haven't seen each other in years, I still consider you one. It's just, the best way to get past some things is just to forget them, y'know?"

Jack nodded, "Yeah, I know. Kind of like what Joey's doing. She refuses to even talk about what went down with Dawson. I gave up years ago trying to get it out of her."

Pacey nodded, "What do you know about it?" He watched Jack out of the corner of his eye.

He shrugged. "She's not the National Enquirer with details. She did mention some emotional abuse one day; she even started seeing someone about it. I went with her to a few meetings but after that, she started going on her own." Jack watched his friend take pictures from a distance. "She's an incredibly strong person. She builds up these wall though and I've only been able to get through a few of them."

"And you're an incrediably strong person to succeed in getting that far." Pacey added, smiling sincerely at Jack.

Jack laughed, a small blush climbing up his neck. "Well, she doesn't make it easy."

"I take it she's single then?" He asked, keeping his tone light.

"As single as they come. She pretty much avoids anything male. It took a lot of beggng and pleading on my half to get her to that strip club."

"And what about you, Jack? You still on the market?" Pacey asked as they walked towards the minuture fountain in the center of the park.

Jack paused and cleared his throat. "For a few months now."

Pacey grimiced, "Doesn't sound like it was a pleasant breakup."

"It did get kind of ugly, but Joey was there for me. That's another thing I admire about her, how loyal she is. She could be going through her own crap and she'd still be there for you."

He swallowed, but remained silent. As far as he had seen, loyalty wasn't Joey's strong suit. Maybe when it came to Jack. He sighed, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind. It'd been four years, he thought he was over it. He looked back over his shoulder at her, she was a good distance away, focusing on something in the distance. "So, uh, how'd you guys reunite after all this time?"

"She called me one day. She said she heard that I was in Boston so she looked me up in the phone book. It was a pleasant surprise."

Joey pushed her hair back and took a few pictures of a beautiful little girl playing on the swings. She smiled, that's what she loved best about photography. You were able to capture one perfect moment in time forever. Her eyes scanned the park for Jack and she found him talking to Pacey by the fountain in the center of the park. They looked deep in conversation. She snapped a few pictures for good measure. She focused in on Pacey who seemed thoughtful and contemplative, his blue eyes clouded over and she took his picture.

It was weird running into him like that with Jack. It had left her unnerved; she had tried so hard to forget what had happened in Capeside. Jen still wouldn't talk to her. She sighed and closed in on Jack her best friend and one of her favorite subjects even if he didn't believe the camera loved him. She snapped a few photos of him too. She noticed the way he had been looking at Pacey and despite his protests, it was obvious what he was thinking. She bit down at her lower lip and zoomed in on Pacey. Why the hell did he have to be so damn attractive?

"You've got to be kidding me!" Jack laughed, a few minutes later. "She actually used that line on you?!"

"I kid you not. I could barely hold back my laughter until she left." Pacey replied.

Nearby a male jogger slowed to a halt, his eyes fixed on Pacey. A grin split his face as he jogged over putting his hand on Pacey's shoulder. "Hey Pace. You never came home last night."

Pacey's smile widened into a grin. "Hey Shane.

The tall blond straightened, "I had plans for us, you know." He tried to hold back his smile. From Jack's prospective Shane was as handsome as they came. His dark brown hair was cut short, framing his chiseled face. His eyes were a deep green, framed by long eye lashes. His shorts and tight t-shirt left little doubt to just how well he was built.

"Sorry, Shane." Pacey apologized, "I worked late, so I just stayed at the club. Then I met some friends for breakfast."

Shane sighed, "Call next time?"

"Of course." Shane's melencholy seemed to lift immediatly and he smiled again. He darted his eyes to Jack, and then raised his eyebrow at Pacey. "Oh, duh. Jack McPhee, this is Shane MacTavish. Shane, Jack. We went to high school together." He smiled at Jack. "And he's my-"

"Roommate," Shane interupted, holding out an eagar hand to Jack.

Jack smiled crookedly, and returned the handshake. "I have another friend around here somewhere," Pacey looked around him. "She's a photographer."

"Hey watch out!" The warning came too late and an oncoming Frisbee knocked Joey's camera out of her hand. It fell to the ground with a thud and Joey grimaced. She knelt down to examine the damage and found her lens was cracked. "I'm sorry about that. It's not too badly damaged is it?" A voice asked concerned.

Joey frowned and glanced up at the guy who had apparently thrown the Frisbee her way. "My lens is cracked."

He winced and ruffled the back of his short black hair, exhaling sharply. "I'll pay for the damage."

Joey stood up cradling the camera in her arm. "No, that's okay. Forget it. It was an accident."

"I want to. I mean it's my fault that it's broken now."

"It's really not that big of a deal," Joey began.

"Kris, would you stop flirting and just get the Frisbee!" The five year old crossed his arms in front of his chest haughtily and narrowed his gray eyes at Joey.

Kris blushed and Joey laughed. "Cute kid."

"My little brother. He's usually not this annoying." Kris turned just in time to catch his brother sticking his tongue out at him. "Okay, he is but I don't usually visit him that often. My parents decided that right before I entered college was the perfect time to have a kid." He smiled at Joey.

Joey knelt down and retrieved the Frisbee, handing it over to Kris. "Here. You better get back to your game."

"Thanks," he said accepting it from her. "Are you sure about that lens? I can pay for it."

Joey shook her head and waved him away. "Yes, I'm sure. I can just as easily buy another."

He smiled and reached for his wallet pulling out a business card. "Here, my number's on there. Call me and I'll reimburse you whatever it cost."

"You really don't have to do this," Joey said accepting the card anyway.

He smiled at her charmingly. "I want to."

"Kriiiiiiiiis!!" The little boy stomped his foot impatiently.

Kris shrugged. "I better get back to him. It was nice meeting you-" he fished around for her name.

"Joey. Joey Potter."

His grin widened. "It was nice meeting you, Joey Potter."

Joey just smiled uncomfortably in return and watched him return to his brother.

Shane glanced down at his watch. "Crap, I've got to go." He held out his hand to Jack once again, "It was really nice meeting you, Jack. Hope I'll see you around." He released his hand, "And Pacey..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll come home tonight."

Shane started jogging backwards, "You'd better."

"I promise, I'll make it up to you." Pacey smiled.

"Good, there's a pile of dirty dishes in the sink just calling your name." He called with a wink before finially turning around and jogging away. Right past Joey.

Joey sighed and shook her head from her thoughts. She spotted Jack and Pacey; and walked over to them. "Okay, I'm done." She held up her camera. "My lens is cracked."

"How'd that happen?" Pacey asked, taking it from her and examining it.

"Run in with the ground."

"I gathered that much," he said with exhasperation. He handed it back to her.

"How?" Jack asked, ignoring their discomfort.

"Knocked out of my hand by a Frisbee and before you ask, the guy's name was Kris. He was playing Frisbee with his brother, who's at the age where girls have cooties, who his parents decided to have when he first entered college and he offered to pay for the damage." She pulled the white card out of her pocket. "And he gave me his number."

"What'd you do, get his life story?" Pacey asked sarcastically.

"No, I didn't get his life story," Joey retorted.

"Sure sounded like it." Pacey grumbled. More angry at himself for even caring than at her for any reason.

"Can you get it fixed?" Jack asked, breaking in before any punches could be thrown.

Joey shrugged. "Doubt it. I'll just get a new one."

"That sucks." Jack frowned.

"I think I have an extra one at my apartment anyway."

"So, are we done with the reunion?" Pacey asked, "I've got to hit the gym, people don't shove twenties at me for looking flabby."

"Yeah, I suppose so." Jack shrugged, a little reluctant to say good-bye just yet.

Joey bit her tongue to stop herself from flinging some scathing comment. "The gallery's not too far from here. I'll just walk wouldn't want to inconvenience you any further."

"Fine," Pacey replied, "What about you, Jack? Need a lift anywhere?"

"Actually, home would be great, thanks." He replied. "Sure you'll be okay, Joey?"

Joey waved him off. "I'll be fine, Jack."

"Okay," he nodded to Pacey. "I guess I'm ready to go. I'll call you tonight, Jo."

Pacey and Joey eyed each other uncomfortably. "'Bye Joey." Pacey finially spoke.

She smiled tightlipped. "Bye Pacey." She turned to Jack. "I'll be expecting that phone call," she winked at him before walking off.

"That reminds me," Pacey said thoughtfully to to Jack as they walked back to his car. "I need to get your phone number too..."