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*Dawson's room: Focus on Pacey's face, which is staring intensely at someone...unseen at the moment.*

Pacey: I can't believe you're saying this. I mean, after all these years of hiding behind high-brow analytical posturing.

*Cut to Dawson's face. Intense as Pacey's.*

Dawson: I'm saying it. *pause* I love you. I know it's nonsensical.

Pacey: Nonsensical? It's insane. We've known each other for 15 years and you couldn't find another time to freudian-slip this cat out of the bag?!

Dawson: *with complete honesty* I've wanted to! So many times. You have no idea how long I've been wrestling internally with the psychological repercussions of my feelings.

Pacey: *stares down as if he's overwhelmed* I need time to process this. I mean, my electrical synapses are on overload here. My brain is telling me one thing but my heart, it says another. It's telling me that I should consider the unequivical, highly irrational, possibly damaging, proposition...*with deep feeling, looking into Dawson's eyes* of loving you back.

Dawson: Wait. *leans in like he's going to kiss Pacey but quickly turns and reaches for some papers on his bed glancing over them* You missed a line. You forgot 'hypnotically scarred'.

Pacey: So if you want it done right, then you get an actor. I'm not exactly comfortable playing the girl here.

Dawson: So what do you think? Think it would make a good movie?

Pacey: You're writing too many syllables. I mean, what's with all the psychobabble insight? How many teenagers do you know that talk like that?

Dawson: Grumbles, aside, do you think it would make a good movie?

Pacey: Yeah...*thinking* yeah... however, you did make Joey a little on the angry side, even for her.

Dawson: It's not Joey.

Pacey: Right. *sarcastic* That's not Joey, the guy's not you, and you're not disecting you two's relationship on the page just like every other narcissistic writer through history.

Dawson: *sighs* Just tell me what you think.

Pacey: I think it's dark. It's obtuse. It's very un-Dawson Leery.

Dawson: Thank you. *he gets up from his chair by the bed and walks over by his desk* This is the first time I've been able to write something that's not just plot-driven but emotionally driven.

Pacey: Congratulations. Revolving as an artist.

Dawson: It's about time I took some risks, you know? Ride the edge a little.

Pacey: Well, if that's the case, I do have one note.

Dawson: *hesitantly looks over at Pacey* Which is?

Pacey: I mean, why don't they have sex? I know you and Joey never did in real life but this is a film. You can write it any way you want. You know? Take the risky plunge.

Dawson: Ah-ha! See, I have.

*Pacey looks skeptical.*

Dawson: (cont.) How many movies have you seen where a bunch of horny teenagers just...go at it like rabbits? I mean, that's the safe choice.

*Pacey laughs.*

Dawson: The riskier, edgier choice is to have them not do it.

Pacey: Only you take your virginal insecurities and fear of deflowerment and turn them into "risky, edgy behavior."

Dawson: Oh yeah, I have no problem being a virgin, alright? I'm sorry if my confidence in my convictions is discombobulates you.

*Pacey stares out in bewilderment.*

Pacey: Dis-com-bob-u-late. How many syllables is that?

*Dawson throws his script at Pacey*

*Cut to Capeside High's frontyard.*

OVERVOICE OF JEN: Hey. We're holding auditions for a movie today. Hope you can make it.

*Cut to Dawson coming out holding a stack of papers heading towards... Jen.*

Dawson: Hey!

Jen: Hey, you!

Dawson: So how's interest? Are we going to have a turnout?

Jen: Um, as a first-time producer...my instincts tell me that we're going to have a huge turn-out, Dawson.

*Dawson smiles*

*Jen hands a guy a flier*

Jen: *to the guy* Hey, we're having auditions for a movie today. Come on by, alright?

Dawson: You're such a natural. You're so good at this.

Jen: *laughs* Well, thanks. Don't expect too much. I mean, I'm no Joey.

Dawson: Well, hey, she had no experience either when she first started. You're going to be good. I have the up-most confidence in you.

Jen: Well, thank you. Mr. Writer/Director.

Dawson: *laughs* *pointing at a guy* Hey, be sure to give a flier to James Lowing, he'd be perfect for the lead.

Jen: Ew.

Dawson: Ew? Jen, he's like the classic, leading guy. He's kind, he's funny...he's self-effacing, he's Jimmy Stewart meets Tom Hanks.

Jen: Yeah, and about as sexy as a bucket, Dawson.

Dawson: Alright..

Jen: *pointing to a dark-haired man with a mustache* Now, Dave Fachelli, that's the leading man.

Dawson: Excuse me?

Jen: Yeah, he's like dark and brooding and Ray Liotta...

Dawson: Sewer rat. I don't get it...no way.

Jen: I'm just saying he's got a certain...appeal.

Dawson: So?

Jen: I mean, people don't always go to the movies to see their kind, sweet next-door neighbor. They go to see that slightly dangerous guy that they desperately want to sleep with but never will in real life. Sexy will always win out over nice. *pause* I'm just saying everyone casts Tom Hanks, you know? Try and make the less obvious choice. *turning to another person with a flier* Hey, movie auditions today. *She walks off.*

*Cut to Pacey entering the halls of Capeside High. He heads straight for Andie and holds a sheet in front of her.*

Pacey: *clears throat*

Andie: Hey! *reading the paper* What's this?

Pacey: The results of Pacey Witter's HIV test.

Andie: You got tested?

Pacey: You told me to.

Andie: But you argued with me.

Pacey: Andie, I always argue with you. It doesn't mean I don't listen.

Andie: And...?

Pacey: And it's negative! Which is positive in my book.

Andie: Congratulations. I'm proud of you. Getting tested was...very responsible of you. Just don't think that now that we got tested we're going to.... you know.

Pacey: *acting clueless* What?

Andie: *frustrated* You know...

Pacey: No, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Andie: Okay, uhm, you know, we haven't been very, uhm, *lowers her voice* physical, or anything and I'm not opposed to us becoming more...*lowers again* intimate, but I just want you to know that everything has a perfect place and time.

Pacey: I didn't get tested to engage in uninhibited scrumping with you. I got tested for me. I don't want to jump in the sack with you.

Andie: Oh. Why not, exactly? Do you not find me attractive?

Pacey: Of course I find you attractive, Andie.

Andie: But you don't want to?

Pacey: Do you want to?

Andie: Well, I asked you.

Pacey: Well, I'm asking you back.

Andie: You first.

Pacey: I'd like to scrump with you any day of the week, okay? But we've got all the time in the world. There's no need to rush anything.

Andie: Okay, I hear you and I concur.

Pacey: Good.

Andie: Good....but if it were the right time and place, you would want to, right?

Pacey: Oh, hell yes!

Andie: Alright. 'Til then.

Pacey: Until..

*Cut to Dawson handing out fliers by a picnic table where Joey is sitting at drawing.*

Dawson: Hey.

Joey: Hey.

Dawson: *holding fliers* Movie auditions.

Joey: *motioning to drawing* Art class.

Dawson: *notices her drawing of a man..naked.* I see you've graduated from fruit bowls.

Joey: We're doing life-sketching...nude models...so..we're supposed to see the human form, a mass of lines and shadows.

Dawson: Really?

Joey: I'm working on it.

Dawson: And he does poses for you?

Joey: Yeah.

Dawson: Don't you find that uncomfortable? Just sitting in a room with some guy completely in the buff right in front of you?

Joey: No...

Dawson: Does he like talk or anything?

Joey: Oh, yeah. He sings, tells jokes, does a little softshoe. No, he doesn't talk, Dawson. He's a model. He sits there. He just takes breaks every now and then.

Dawson: And Little Joey Potter doesn't blush?

Joey: No.

Dawson: Not even a little?

Joey: Maybe a little...

Dawson: *raises eyebrows* Just a little?

Joey: *knowing he's figured her out* Okay, I've broken 12 pencils.

*Dawson laughs*

Joey: BUT it's getting better. You'd be surprised, Dawson. I'm changing. I'm not Little Joey Potter anymore.

Dawson: No, you're certainly not.

*Cut to Joey looking off in a distance to...Jen handing a flier to Chris.*

Jen: Auditions... come please...

*Back to Joey and Dawson.*

Joey: Jen's your producer? *looking slightly irritated*

Dawson: Yeah...yeah, you're busy.

Joey: *looking at her art* So what's your movie about?

Dawson: *hesitates.* Um, young boy...comes of age...in a small town...

*Joey nods*

Joey: Well, good luck with it, Dawson.

Dawson: Thank you, thank you! Gotta go! Time is money.

*Dawson takes off as Joey stares after him.*

*Cut to inside the halls. Chris walks up to Abby.*

Chris: Hey! Are you going to audition for Dawson's movie?

Abby: Participate in Dawson Leery's lame home video project? Doubtful. Why? Are you?

Chris: I was thinking about it. I got the audition piece so I was looking through it. He's got financing. He's going to do the festival circuit. It would be an opportunity for some Hollywood-type exposure.

Abby: Yeah, right! Are you have delusions of Brad Pitt-itis?

Chris: I think I would make a good actor, actually. And actors get action, and I foresee a non-stop party. I was thinking maybe you and I could read together.

Abby: You and me?

Chris: Yeah, c'mon! We'd have some serious chemistry. Come on. Audition with me.

Abby: Celebrate(?) elsewhere. I couldn't be less interested.

*She walks into the girl's bathroom.*

*Cut to Joey back at her picnic table, Jack walks up behind her with a shake, looking at her drawing.*

Jack: Wow!

*Joey turns quickly noticing him then covers up her drawing.*

Joey: Don't look.

Jack: Come on, I've seen a naked guy before, Joey.

Joey: Yeah, but not drawn with the talent of a second grader, trust me.

Jack: C'mon. *Joey still covers it up.* *he starts tickling her* Let me see it! Let me see it!

Joey: Nooo.

*Jack looks at it.*

Jack: Wow. It's a good use of light and dark, especially around the side. I mean, it's very dramatic. Shading is excellent.

Joey: *in disbelief* Really?

Jack: Yeah. Lines are strong. Uh, everything seems to be in... proportion. Uh, you did a real nice job *reaching up to point, he accidentily knocks his shake all over Joey's drawing, ruining it.*

Jack: Joey! Oh God! I'm sorry, Joey! I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

Joey: I gotta go.

*She grabs her ruined drawing and leaves*

*Cut to auditions, a girl with long red hair and huge eyes is auditioning. She is wayyy over-acting.*

Girl: I can't believe you're saying this. After all these years of high brow, analytical posturing.

*Cut to a football player with red hair, auditioning with no acting talent whatsoever.*

Guy: I love you....I know it's nonsensical.

*Cut to a blonde cheerleader reading the script really ditzy-like and it looks like she's chewing gum.*

Girl: Nonsensical? It's insane! We've known each other for 15 years.

*Cut to a shot of Dawson and Jen looking irritated and tired.*

Girl: (cont.) Somewhere in there you couldn't find the time to *voice fades out*

*Cut to a curly-haired guy auditioning with glasses, putting way too much feeling into it.*

Guy: I've wanted to. So many times. But you have no idea how long I've wrestled internally with the psychological repercussions...

*Cut to a blond pierced guy just standing there not saying anything. Then cut to a girl crying, putting too much emotion into her role. More frustrated shots of Dawson and Jen. A girl with glasses just stares out blankly then widens her eyes.*

OVERVOICE (Football guy from earlier): You have no idea how long I've been wrestling internally with the psychological reproductions.

*Cut to Dawson and Jen. Dawson is looking at Jen in disbelief.*

*Back to stage where Football Guy and Cheerleader are reading together.*

Cheerleader: But my heart says something different. That I should consider the unequivical, possibly damaging *her voice turns into an overvoice as you see another girl laughing at the script and a guy coughing during his audition, then it cuts back to them.* highly irritional, hypnotically scarring, proposition of loving you back. *She looks at the football guy chewing her gum like a ditz.*

Guy: *long pause* Cool.

*Cut to an extremely frustrated Dawson and Jen. Cut to Capeside High where we're at Joey's locker when Jack walks up.*

Jack: Listen, I'm sorry. Uh, can you save it?

*Joey looks at him and reaches into her locker and pulls out a picture that justs looks like a blur of charcoal on it.*

Jack: Oh, God. I'm sorry. Look, can I do anything? What?

Joey: There's nothing you can do, Jack. It's due Thursday. I'm already the youngest and least experienced in the class and now I'm going to show up with an incomplete assignment.

Jack: Can you redraw it?

Joey: Not from memory. I mean, this is a nude man, Jack. I can't just recall it from thin air. *pulling out drawing and looking at it* The pose, the composition, the light, the shadows.You can't just recreate that.

Jack: Um *thinking*, let me pose for ya.

Joey: What?

Jack: Yeah, no, I'm serious. Let me pose for you. No big deal.

Joey: *in disbelief* You want to pose for me... naked.

Jack: Uh huh... yeah.

Joey: *slowly putting the drawing back in her locker and shutting it* Let me think about that...uh, no.

Jack: Okay, uh, what happens if you don't turn it in?

Joey: Look, I get an F, not to mention embarressment and feelings of tremendous inadequacy.

Jack: Alright, then that's it, I'll pose it for you.

Joey: No, you're not.

Jack: 'Fraid about seeing me naked?

Joey: Ah, the "Joey's a prude" tactic. Clever, but wrong.

Jack: Alright, then what is it? Are you scared it might get sexual or something?

Joey: Believe it or not, Jack, not every moment with you is sexually charged. Sorry.

Jack: Well, then, there should be no problem. C'mon, I feel awful about this and I don't want you to fail your first art project because of me so let me help you.

Joey: You're serious, aren't you?

Jack: I'm dead serious. I have a huge deal about things like this. So don't feel weird, I don't.

Joey: I don't know, Jack. I don't know if this is a good thing for us.

Jack: Strictly professional, okay? C'mon, Joey. This is your art.

Joey: Well, I guess the male form is just the male form...

Jack: Good, it's settled. I'll come by your house tomorrow around 7... Yeah...

*Jack walks off as Joey looks off after him.*

*Cut to Capeside, a store. Andie is at the pharmacy.*

Pharmacist: There ya go, Miss.

Andie: Thank you.

Pharmacist: Be careful with the dosage, I put a pamphlet in there for you.

Andie: I'm familiar with the drug, thank you.

*She turns around to find Pacey. She holds the bag behind her back.*

Pacey: Hello, McPhee, what's shakin'?

Andie: Hey, Pacey! Hi...

Pacey: Whatcha got in the bag?

Andie: Uh..nothing.

*He takes it from her and looks in it and takes out the bottle.*

Andie: Pacey, please. Give it back.

*He starts reading the bottle.*

Pacey: 'Andrea McPhee, take two tablets a day, as directed. ZanX, 20mg.' ZanX, um, that's for severe depression and anxiety, right? It's like Prozac so...

Andie: Uh, it's my mom's. We have the same first name. Andrea.

*Pacey remembers and regrets mentioning it.*

Pacey: Yeah... yeah...

Andie: Please, Pacey, she's getting better.

Pacey: I'm really sorry. I didn't know.

Andie: It's okay.

Pacey: You're such a good daughter.

Andie: What are you doin' here?

Pacey: Nothing, um, just picking up some stuff.

Andie: In the, uh, condom section?

Pacey: *fake laughs* I had no idea!

*Andie makes a 'yeah right' face.*

Pacey: How odd. You don't think this is a sign, do you? Like the love gods are trying to help us out...

Andie: No, I think that would be you.

Pacey: I'm just engaging in a little innuendo hoping that someday it will lead to something a little more tangible.

Andie: Hey, I'm all for discovery the...physical side of Pacey Witter, I just don't know that I'm entirely prepared yet.

Pacey: Well, hey *handing her condoms*, be prepared.

Andie: Hey. Designed for that woman's extra pleasure. Yeah...how would they know?

Pacey: Maybe they're designed by women.

Andie: Oh. Good point. So, uh, should we get some?

Pacey: *surprised* What?

Andie: Well, you're right. We should be prepared. In case that mood strikes and we'll be ready.

Pacey: Are you being serious?

Andie: Yeah, we might as well have them on stand by. I mean, we can be adults about this..

Pacey: You're serious.

*Cut to Abby and Chris auditioning.*

Abby: Isn't there anyone else I can read with?

Dawson: Abby, we're short on time. If you could just start on page 3, that'd be great.

Chris: Sure, Dawson, but can I just ask a quick question?

Dawson: What is it, Chris?

Chris: I just...I don't understand why they don't ever do it. I mean, you have all the hot foreplay stuff, but they never hook up.

Dawson: Right. Well, your character believes that sometimes true love goes behind that that's merely physical.

Chris: See, yeah, that's just the part I don't get.

Abby: Yeah, Dawson, I think you should rethink that part. It's a little petty.

Jen: Okay, you know what, guys? Why don't we just keep moving?

Chris: I've wanted to. So many times. You have no idea how long I've wrestled with the psychological repercussions of my feelings.

Abby: I need some time to process here. My electrocal synapses are on overload. My brain says one thing but my heart says something else. That I should consider the unequivical, possibly damaging, highly irrational, hypnotically scarring, proposition of loving you back.

Chris: Wait.

*He pulls Abby in for a deep kiss and she struggles and pulls away.*

Abby: What the hell was that you loveneck freak?!

Chris: A kiss. It was in the script.

Abby: That was your tongue in my mouth.

Chris: Sorry, I was just getting into the role.

Abby: You were trying to get into my pants. God, I'm going to be sick.

*She rushes out and Chris stands there before taking a bow.*

Chris: Shall I continue?

Jen: That'll be all, thank you.

*Cut to Pacey and Andie walking out of the store*

Andie: I've put lots of fantasy thought into this, and I want my first time to be special. You know, the perfect evening. Like, dinner at a French restaurant, a romantic after-dinner stroll by the dock, and then onto a nice historic bed and breakfast.

Pacey: A bed and breakfast?

Andie: It's my fantasy, go with it. Lavender candles...and, uh, Sinatra, or somebody equally as old-style and romantic.

Pacey: Ok. Schedule in bathroom breaks, or does the poor guy have to hold it all evening?

Andie: Ok, I'm sorry, but deciding to lose my virginity is a huge deal, ok? I mean, I didn't hold onto it for 16 years just to lose it in one drunk fleeting moment in some skanky back seat of a late model american car, ok?

Pacey: Damn! Somebody's leaking all my best lovemaking secrets.

Andie: It's just that... I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life, and I just think that if we put a little planning into it, to ensure that it's worth remembering, it would be really nice.

Pacey: I know how important the first time is. Believe me, of all people, I know. And I know with my tainted past, I might not be the most likely of candidates, but if and when you do decide it's the right time for you, I'd really like to be the one that helps to make it a memorable evening.

Andie: Well, when you talk like that, it makes me want to jump you.

Pacey: Oh, really?

Andie: Yes.

*Cut to the place where auditions for Dawson's movie were.*

Dawson: It's just so frustrating to have this dream of making this movie, and actually get the money to make the movie, and then realizing that it still might not happen.

Jen: Just like in the script.

Dawson: What do you mean?

Jen: I mean, you and Joey. You're in love with her for 15 years, and then when you're just about to have her, you lose her. Tragic.

Dawson: The script is not about Joey.

Jen: Dawson, give me a break. It reads like an autobiography. It's funny. I thought that... We had something, too, but... even with my flair for the dramatic, my role has been reduced to the first act.

Dawson: Jen, you were important to me. You know that.

Jen: Was I?

Dawson: Absolutely. More than you know.

Jen: Then I, I want to ask you something, Dawson. Since we're friends and all, um... what did you like about me?

Dawson: What did I like about you? We have fun together... you know... I mean, you...you open me up to stuff. Skinny-dipping didn't suck. You know, you were... you were sexy.

Jen: Were?

Dawson: Are. Are.

Jen: You know, I think that Chris and Abby are right about your script. I think that the 2 young lovers should do it.

Dawson: *standing up frustrated* It's about romance, not sex.

Jen: Who says that sex can't be romantic, Dawson? Come on. I mean, look at your target audience.

Dawson: I wanted to make the less obvious choice.

Jen: That's funny when you think about it.

Dawson: What?

Jen: Just that, if you hadn't gone for such an obvious choice of girl, maybe the ending to your script would have been a little less obvious.

*Dawson thinks as we cut to Joey's house as she sets out her art stuff.*

Jack: I'm coming out. *he stands as she doesn't look at him* Um... Jack McPhee reporting for duty. Where--where do you want me?

Joey: *still not looking at him* Um, you could, uh, sit on the couch or, or the chair. Or you could stand, or I could move.

Jack: Uh, why don't I just take the couch?

Joey: Ok.

Jack: You know, Joey, if--if you're uncomfortable at all, I--I can, you know, keep the towel on for a while, Just until we get loosened up. You know, you can kind of sketch around... it.

Joey: Jack, I'm fine. You know, whatever.

Jack: Uh, ok. *He starts taking the towel off*

Joey: You know what? You're probably right. Maybe--maybe the towel is a good idea. I mean, it'll give me a chance to concentrate on the... the top part.

*Jack puts it back on and lays on the couch*

Jack: Oh, deja vu. This is just like that scene from Titanic. *He laughs*

Joey: Oh, right. Yeah. Except I'm Jack and... you're Rose.

Jack: Role reversal. I like it. *he notices her nervousness* Look, Joey, if you're not gonna make it, we can stop this at any time.

Joey: You know, um... maybe if we just didn't talk. Um, the model in class kinda just sat and stared out the window. And, you know, since we are just... starting to get to know each other, I just... I'll admit it has made me slightly uncomfortable.

Jack: Well...just imagine how comfortable we're gonna be around each other after tonight.

*She stares at her just started drawing and stops.*

Joey: You know, Jack, um... I can't do this. You know, I just don't think this is a good idea. I mean, I tried to be adult about this, and not behave like little Joey Potter, but the truth is, you know, I'm really not that experienced with... Um, a lot of things. And I really don't think I could handle seeing you naked right now, so if you could probably just get dressed and go home, that would...

Jack: What about your sketch?

Joey: Yeah, I'll figure out some way to fudge it.

Jack: Are you sure?

Joey: Yes, I'm sure!

*She accidentily knocks her easel over and Jack gets up to catch it and his towel falls off. Joey stares at 'it' for a second then looks away.*

Jack: Well, um... might as well stay now.

Joey: Um...

*time lapse*

Jack: So, uh...how's it look?

Joey: *thinking he's referring to something else* "It"? *noticing what he's referring to* Oh, it's coming along fine. I'm sorry.

Jack: And how you doing?

Joey: Surprisingly well. You know, no sign of heart failure, so... it's actually...it's ok. It feels kind of...

Jack: Natural?

Joey: Um...sort of. It's more like an accomplishment. I know, this is something that most people would just assume that Joey could not do.

Jack: Why is that?

Joey: I mean, you see how I live. I don't get out much, and... I guess my life just seems kind of plain sometimes.

Jack: Does that bother you?

Joey: Um...yeah, sometimes. A good thing that I've discovered about this whole art thing is that it allows me to take chances, you know? I mean, this here is risky. Art is risky 'cause...you know, every time I draw or paint or take a class, I just... I feel like I'm doing something special. You know, just for me. Does that make sense?

Jack: It feels dangerous.

Joey: Yeah. Yeah. Why is that?

Jack: Art is about a world of uncertainty, And that makes it scary.

Joey: And what scares you?

Jack: Sex.

*Cut to Jen seeing Dawson out walking the docks. She goes out to join him. Cut to Pacey and Andie eating in a restaurant. Cut back to Jack and Joey*

Joey: First time anxiety?

Jack: Oh, no, no! I'm not a virgin.

Joey: *slightly disappointed* Oh. So, um... have you done it a lot?

Jack: Well, I've done it a total of, uh...once.

*CUT TO Jen and Dawson.*

Dawson: All I know is I'm really lucky to have you for a friend. I never could have gotten through those horrifically epic auditions today.

Jen: It's my job.

Dawson: No, that's above and beyond the call of duty. You must have heard those lines read so many times you have the whole thing committed to memory.

Jen: Well, the good thing is, if you get really desperate, I could always play your leading lady.

Dawson: Maybe you should have.

Jen: Should have what?

Dawson: Been my leading lady.

Jen: You think?

Dawson: Sometimes. Too much of the time.

*Cut to Jack and Joey*

Joey: Was it scary?

Jack: Yeah.

Joey: Don't feel bad. I mean, I haven't done it at all, and it terrifies me from afar, so...

Jack: You know, it's not just that it was scary. I mean, that was part of it, but...I don't know, it's...it's hard to describe. You know, I'm not really that good at expressing myself. You know, I...I guess you found my...social flaw.

Joey: Could you try?

*Cut back to Jen and Dawson*

Jen: I know you've got this notion that if you-- if you don't let your characters act on their desires, then you're making a stronger, riskier choice, but that's not real life.

Dawson: But it's so obvious. I mean that... the story is much stronger if the characters resist their lust.

Jen: But it's not real. True love is always fueled by lust, and people who care that much about each other will sooner or later end up having sex. Even people who don't care that much. And besides, this is 1998. Sex is always a risky choice. I just don't happen to believe that it's an obvious one. I think that intent and motive is what makes sex so interesting, Dawson. I mean, why do 2 people have sex? Ok, uh, so they're in love. That's obvious. Who cares? But they're in lust. Slightly more interesting. They're hurting over someone. They're in pain. Trying to forget someone. They're in denial. They're looking for a distraction. All of a sudden, sex has just become very interesting and not the obvious choice at all. Maybe you should think about a rewrite, Dawson. You've still got time.

*Cut back to Jack and Joey*

Jack: Really? You--you want to know?

Joey: Yeah. I mean, not the gory details. Just...the feeling of it. Maybe you could describe it as if it were art.

Jack: Well...at first, it's all a jumble of emotions. Uh, it's hard to pinpoint. It's--it's kind of like expressionistic painting. But, you know, if you get comfortable with it, it's--it's like the first time you see Van Gogh's "Starry night". It's the same sky you've always seen, but everything...is different. Bigger. More passionate. The blues, the yellows, the swirling stars. Everything has feeling, movement. Even the colors seem alive. It's like...lying on Monet's water lilies. It's the warmth of a Georgia o'Keefe flower wrapped around you... feeling everything so intensely. It's the power and strength of a Degas dancer, it's the passion of...Munch's "Scream," the--

*Phone rings and Jack jumps and stares at Joey. I guess he was sitting on it or something...*

*Cut to Pacey leading a blindfolded Andie into a room.*

Andie: Where are we?

Pacey: Just wait.

Andie: Pacey, you're scaring me. Where have you taken me?

Pacey: Well, we just ate at Petite la Bistro, then we went for a stroll along the docks.

Andie: Blindfolded, I might add.

Pacey: So think about it. There's only one place we could be right now, isn't there?

Andie: Pacey, if I take off this blindfold and we're standing in a bed and breakfast, you're dead.

Pacey: Well...dispose of my remains now.

*He removes her blindfolded. Andie looks around the room.*

Andie: Oh, Pacey. God, I don't know whether to be touched or terrified.

Pacey: Hey, listen, you know, this night was not designed to reach the verdict of doing it. I just--I wanted to give you your fantasy evening. You know, a French dinner, a stroll along the docks, a bed and breakfast, romantic music. We can save doing it for another time. This is a step-by-step process. For me, too.

Andie: Oh, Pacey.

Pacey: What? What's wrong?

Andie: I...I really want to do this. I mean... I'd be lying if I said I didn't. And...you're really special to me. But, uh, I... I don't--I don't think I'm ready for this right now. I mean, there's so much that's going on that you don't know about, and that I can't even begin to tell you, um, I...I can't do this. I'm sorry, Pacey.

*He hugs her.*

Pacey: It's okay.

Andie: I can't do this.

Pacey: Why? Don't worry. It's no big deal. I told you. We can wait. Honestly... I think I brought you here tonight as much for me as I did for you. I just wanted to give you your fantasy evening, you know, so... please don't be upset with me. You have no idea what you've done for me, just being in my life. I mean, you make me feel like maybe there's hope for my pathetic existence, and I don't have to sleep with you to feel that. I feel it right now, just holding you in my arms. God, I am so lucky.

Andie: You know what, Witter? You make me want to do it.

*They start making out*

*Cut to Dawson in his bedroom at his laptop. He's staring at it then he looks at a picture of Joey and sets it on his table. He deletes his ending. Cut back to Jack and Joey*

Jack: Listen, I'm really sorry.

Joey: Listen, Jack, it's ok, you know, don't worry about it. Stuff happens. Although not usually that kind of stuff And usually not in the Potter living room.

Jack: I didn't think it would be such a big deal for me to pose for you.

Joey: Yeah, well...

Jack: Listen, um... is this gonna screw things up with us?

Joey: What do you mean?

Jack: Well, I mean, I didn't want to bring sex in this evening, you know. All I wanted to do was help you. uh, I don't want you to think 'cause a...all this stuff...here we go again. Social flaw.

Joey: Well, let's be honest with ourselves. Yes, we both came in here with the noblest of intentions. But, you know, at the end of the day, we're both human, and...there's something between us that's...you know, it's a...is your social flaw contagious?

Jack: Uh, yeah... God, I was so naive to think that this was a good idea.

Joey: No, I take full responsibility for this evening's turn of events. I mean, it's my fault. I asked to hear it.

Jack: That's true. Actually, I think it was your fault.

*They laugh*

Joey: It's...it's just that, uh... I don't know. Tonight was a big step in the life of little Joey Potter. She didn't feel so little tonight. I guess I just tried to bite off a tad too much.

Jack: Well, you were curious.

Joey: Yeah. For all the big words and not wanting to hear the gory details, I guess I'm just wrestling with my hormones like everyone else.

Jack: Well, um, you know, if you ever want to, uh, explore your curiosity...I'm available.

Joey: First you're a model, now you're a tour guide.

Jack: No. I'm just a guy who...finds it really hard not to want to hold you, and touch you, and I didn't really realize that until tonight when it was completely forbidden.

Joey: *moving closer to him*You have your clothes on now.

Jack: You're saying it's not forbidden?

Joey: No. I'm just saying it's, um...it's not as scary.

Jack: Gee, thanks.

*She laughs*

Joey: No, you know what I mean.

Jack: I think that, uh, 2 scared people...cancel each other out.

Joey: Meaning?

Jack: Meaning that tonight was a night of firsts, and there's no reason that it has to stop.

*They start kissing and it shows a close up of the drawing Joey drew of Jack.*

*Dawson's crawling into Jen's window.*

Jen: Dawson? Dawson, what are you doing here?

Dawson: I've been thinking about what you said about motive and intent. And love vs. hurt vs. lust vs. distraction.

Jen: And?

*He kisses her*

Dawson: Don't ask my motive.

Jen: I know better.

*They kiss more intensely*

*Cut to Andie and Pacey who are kissing. Pacey pulls away.*

Andie: What's wrong?

Pacey: Uh...you're not gonna believe this. Frankly, I don't really believe it, but... I don't want to do this. Yeah, I said that out loud, right?

Andie: You don't want to?

Pacey: Uh, no, no, I do. God, do I, but...

Andie: So?

Pacey: So, for once, Pacey Witter's raging hormones aren't going to do all the talking. And for once, I'm gonna do the right thing and...we're not ready for this, Andie.

Andie: B-but I might be ready and...

Pacey: Listen, at the risk of sounding like a really cheesy... after school special, when you're really ready, you'll know, and then we'll do this. Then we'll do this till the cows come home. But this thing is way too important for me to just fall back on the old "do now, think later" Pacey Witter approach. You know what the really risky thing for me to do is? It's to not have sex. I mean, maybe that way I'll have some resemblance of a real relationship. So...you take all the time you need, 'cause I'll be here.

Andie: There you go again, Pacey. Just making me want to do it even more.

*They kiss*

Pacey: Mmm...it's all part of my evil plan.

Andie: Mmm.

Pacey: Come on. I'll drive you home.

*Cut to Joey and Jack kissing on Joey's couch then cut to Jen and Dawson making out on her bed, then cut back to Pacey and Andie exiting the Bed and Breakfast . They hold hands and walk to Pacey's car as "To Be Continued" appears on the screen.*
Aired: Oct. 21, 1998

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*Cut to Dawson and his dad outside and his dad takes down the ladder.*

Mitch: Now don't give me that look. I know there's been a lot of late night creeping around and I'm just taking some standard precautions.

*Dawson and his dad start walking back towards the front door*

Dawson: You are so in denial.

Mitch: Excuse me?

Dawson: Denial. You can't except the fact that the little boy that you brought into the world is grown up. I mean, he's a sexual being.

Mitch: Are you having sex with Joey?

*Dawson reaches for the door*

Dawson: No, I did not say that, but I am a sexual being responsible, mind you, but biologically a sexual being.

*They go inside*

Mitch: A sexual being?

Dawson: Yep, and you are having trouble facing that reality. Dad, it's a typical parental problem. Do you know what?

Mitch: No, what?

Dawson: The sooner you accept that, the sooner you and I will have an honest relationship.

Mitch: Mm-hm. Dawson. Are you... and Joey... having sex?

Dawson: No!

Mitch: No?

Dawson: No!

Mitch: Thank you.

*Dawson starts heading towards the stairs and up them*

Dawson: But one day, down the road, I'm going to have sex. And you're acting all paranoid...chucking ladders and locking windows is not going to stop me. Please, will you stop acting like a typical *makes the little quote unquote hand gesture* parent and just let things take their natural course. Let Joey and me hang out in my room, alone at night, unsupervised.

*There's a break. Mitch thinks.*

Mitch: No.

*Mitch walks into Dawson's bedroom and looks around*

Dawson: Why not?

Mitch: Because, Dawson, the fact is I am a parent, alright? I am your parent and it's my duty to be paranoid about my 15 year old son upstairs in my own house having sex!

Dawson: You are so un-enlightened. Didn't you grow up in the 60s?

*Mitch laughs.*

Mitch: You can psychologically deconstruct me all you want, but here's the deal. *points to him* Parent me. *points to Dawson* Child you, alright? *He walks towards the doorway* Parent, me. Child... you. *He leaves and shuts the door*

*Dawson smiles and looks towards the closet as the doors open and Joey climbs out and smiles. She walks towards him.*

Dawson: He is such a tyrant.

*Joey puts her arms around his neck.*

Joey: You handled him well.

Dawson: You think so?

*They start kissing and Dawson's dad opens the door again catching them. Dawson and Joey smile.*

Dawson: *acting surprised* Joey? What are you doing here?

*They laugh.*

Mitch: Uh, Joey, will you come with me please? *turning to Dawson* What did I just say, Dawson, what did I just say!

Dawson: You, Jane, Me Tarzan?

Mitch: No. Parent, me, grounded, you.

Joey: Bye Dawson.

*Mitch and Joey start to walk away. Dawson follows them out to the hall*

Dawson: Bye Joey. I'll see you in a few minutes.

*Joey turns around and looks at him*

Mitch: No you won't.

*Joey's house, a tea kettle is whistling on the stove. Joey walks in.*

Joey: Bessie, your water's boiling.

Bessie: What?

Joey: Nevermind.

*Bessie walks in with the baby*

Bessie: Joey, I'm so glad you're still here. Yesterday I got a call from the health department. They're planning on doing an inspection on the Icehouse sometime this week. Can you go over there?

Joey: Now?

Bessie: Yeah, just make sure everything is put away and spic-and-span. You know, the last thing I need is the health department slapping us with some big, huge fine or, God forbid, shutting us down.

*Joey is grabbing her backpack*

Joey: You seem to be forgetting something and it's called first period.

Bessie: Oh, come on, Joey, it will only take a minute and I've got to take Alexander to the sitter's.

Joey: He's missing a shoe.

Bessie: Alexander! You kicked off your shoe! *hands the baby to Joey* Here Joey, can you hold him? Look, Joey, please just do me this one favor. Go by the Icehouse *putting a shoe on Alexander* on your way to school. Please, will you?

Joey: Fine, here! *with an irritated attitude* I gotta go then!

Bessie: Hang on. *takes the baby* Here, here, here. Oh, and Joey, while you're there can you just wipe down the counters real quick so it looks clean?

Joey: Fine.

Bessie: Oh, and the freezer! Can you mop behind the freezer? I can't even remember the last time we did that.

*Joey just stands there.*

Bessie: Thanks, Joey, you're the greatest!

*Cut to Dawson's house. Mitch is reading the paper when Dawson comes into the room.*

Mitch: If it isn't the sexual being himself.

Dawson: You know what I was thinkin'?

Mitch: No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me.

Dawson: Don't even try to tell me that when you were my age you weren't sneaking around making out with girls in the backs of cars and movie theaters.

Mitch: You're right, I was.

*Dawson raises his hands like he's proven his point.*

Mitch: But that was the whole fun of being 15, Dawson. It was the fear of getting caught that made it more dangerous and exciting.

Dawson: So by restricting my access to Joey what you're really trying to do is liven up my sex life? *He walks towards the kitchen where Mrs. Leery is.* Did you hear that, Mom?

Gail: What sex life?

Mitch: No, now you're twisting my words again, Dawson. Go to school.

*Dawson laughs*

Dawson: Did you ever notice that whenever your parental authority is in question that you just start barking out orders?

Mitch: Go. Now.

*Dawson kisses Mrs. Leery on the cheek.*

Dawson: Bye Mom.

Gail: Bye honey.

*Dawson leaves.*

Mitch: You know, I think our son is training to be a lawyer. He has become the master of manipulation.

Gail: I wonder where he learned that.

Mitch: Meaning?

Gail: Meaning that you both can come to incredible rationalizations especially when it comes to acting out your sexual impulses.

Mitch: Oh, listen, Gail, this whole idea of an open marriage... it's exactly that. It's an idea. I'm not going to force you into anything if you're against it. You against it?

Gail: Well I'm not for it, but if that's what it takes...

Mitch: No, enough said.

Gail: No, if what you need is to get even with me and sow your oats then..

Mitch: Gail! Let's just drop it. Drop the whole thing. I don't want to fight about it.

Gail: You don't?

Mitch: No.

Gail: I love you, Mitch. *She kisses him.* I'll see you after work.

Mitch: Have a good one.

*Cut to Capeside High*

*Abby and Jen are walking down the sidewalk*

Abby: I have a very important question for you and I need an answer immediately.

Jen: What is it?

Abby: Who would you rather have sex with... Trey Carter or Jeff Birdwin?

Jen: Uhh neither.

Abby: Are you crazy? Look at them.

Jen: What? They're a couple of gym junkies. They have no cultural interests, no inner lives of their own...all they do is play football and swap pornos. They're a couple of (missed word)

Abby: Yeah, but it's like they're so completely disgusting that it's almost erotic. You know what I mean? God, I can't believe I'm friends with someone who only has eyes for Dawson Leery.

Jen: Guilty as charged.

Abby: Please! You're making me ill. Jen, look at me. I have three words for you: make it happen.

Jen: Abby..

Abby: No! Don't "Abby" me. Make it happen.

*Cut to Andie coming in the school doors and walking towards Pacey*

Andie: Pacey, wait, I need your help.

Pacey: Oh, God...here we go. Okay, Andie, I'm having a really mellow morning. I haven't had any car accidents, I haven't been diagnosed with any terminal defects, and I'd really just kind of like to keep a low pro so goodbye.

Andie: Yeah, look, I'm sure there are a thousand dimwits with highlights and C-cups that you'd rather be talking to but you're the only person I know in Econ. so here's the deal. I left my backpack in my locker yesterday...can I borrow your notes over the reading?

Pacey: I don't actually have any notes because I didn't do the reading. Don't give me the homework guilt trip, alright? That's what I have parents for.

Andie: Did I say anything? I did not say anything. I'm just freaking out because what if Mr. Matick(?) calls on me in class?

Pacey: Then you do what I always do, you say 'Pass.'

Andie: Pacey, I don't say 'pass'. 'Pass' is not in my vocabulary. There's just, there's just no way.

Pacey: Okay, settle down, it's just one homework assignment. It's not like you're flunking out of school.

Andie: Yeah, I know that, but you get behind by one day, then you're always struggling to catch up. And then you just get more and more confused and then, next thing you know, you're out on the street, drunk and dirty wheeling a shopping cart.

*Pacey leans down on his knees.*

Pacey: Andie, you're rich. Rich people don't end up on the street, they end up in Florida.

Andie: Mmm.

*The bell rings*

Pacey: Oh no, you're doomed!

Andie: Come on! You've got to help me. I mean, do you know anybody that's in there? Do you know anybody that I could borrow notes from?

*Cut to Econ. class*

Teacher: And finally what is the difference between macroeconomics and microeconomics? Andie?

Andie: Um...microeconomics is...microeconomics is when...*she glances over at a kid with his hand up* *quietly* Pass.

Teacher: I'm sorry, what did you say?

Andie: *louder* Pass.

*Pacey gives her a thumbs up sign*

Teacher: Kenny?

Kenny: Microeconomics is the study of whole economic systems and how they inter-relate.When macroeconomics is study of individual areas of economic activity....like corporations.

Teacher: Very good, well put. Thank you Kenny. Which leads me to your assignment. We're going to focus on the microeconomics of the family household. This week you're going to pair up and play a game I like to call "Alternative Lifestyles".

*Joey looks over at Dawson*

Teacher: (cont.) Now, in this hat, are all your names. You're going to choose a partner, I will assign you identities and then you are to prepare an extensive annual budget for your fictional household. I strongly recommend research trips into the field. How much money will you have to spend a year on food, clothing, travel? Now these are questions that every household must ask. And these are the questions I want you to answer. So let's begin. *He holds the hat above Andie.* Andie?

*Andie picks one*

Andie: Pacey Witter...

Teacher: You and Pacey are a lower middle class family with three children. Pacey you're a busdriver. Andie you're a salesclerk.

*Abby picks*

Abby: Kenny Reily? Mr. Matick is it possible to switch partners?

Teacher: No, it's not.

*Jeff Birdwin picks*

Jeff: Trey Carter.

*They high five.*

Teacher: You two, will be a well-to-do, same sex couple. Trey you're going to be a pediatrician, Jeff you are an advertising executive.

Trey: What do you mean as in same sex?

Teacher: Well, as in gay. And you're planning on getting married so your wedding expenses will have to be factored into your budget.

Trey: What do you mean gay?

*Dawson picks.*

Dawson: *disappointed* Jen Lindley.

Teacher: Okay, a wealthy couple, Dawson you're a stockbroker and Jen, you're an engineer. You've got two kids in college, a house at the beach, annual income, $400,000 a year. Last, but not least, Joey Potter. Odd woman out. That's okay, Joey, you will be a single successful single mother raising two kids on your own. Is that everybody? Good luck and don't spend all your money in one place.

*Cut to cafeteria. Joey and Dawson.*

Joey: This assignment is so lame. Pretending to be people we're never going to be, spending money we're never going to have, I mean, what's the point?

Dawson: The point is getting us thinking about economic problems that we will be facing in the real world.

Joey: Well, I hate to break it to you, Peter Pan, but some of us are already dealing with those problems. I mean this just gets me thinking about the future and how I have absolutely no idea about what I want to do with my life.

Dawson: You have an idea.

Joey: No, I don't. Admit it, Dawson, you've got it all mapped out. You're going to go off to Hollywood, become some high profile movie director, make millions of dollars, get a drug addiction, end up at the Betty Ford Center, marry some...

Dawson: *laughing* Excuse me?

Joey: When I close my eyes and think about where I'll be in 10 years it's blank, I have no idea.

Dawson: You will, someday.

Joey: This project is just going to depress me.

Dawson: I think it will be fun.

Joey: Oh, really, and are you as excited to partner up with Jen as she is? The look on her face was classic, Dawson.

Dawson: Well, you have nothing to worry about.

*Joey spots Jen.*

Joey: Famous last words...

*Abby and Jen at lunch. Jen is staring over at Dawson.*

Abby: Ah, Jen, you're drooling! Look this is the moment of truth. You're going to be working with him all week long so the question is...are you going to be pantive and massikistic and piss me off? Or are you going to be proactive and grab him by the dipstick and make me proud!

Jen: Abby, it's not that simple, alright? Take a look at him. He's totally into Joey. He's in love with her.

Abby: He's a 15-year-old boy. He doesn't know what love is. All he does know is that he goes to sleep everynight jerkin' his gherkin and he wakes up every morning humping his mattress.

*They laugh*

*Kenny walks up.*

Kenny: Excuse me, Abby? Hey.

Abby: What? Who are you?

Kenny: I'm Kenny Reily, I'm your partner in Econ.

Abby: No you're not. Go away.

Kenny: Look, I thought we should talk about our assignment.

Abby: Um, could you just do the assignment and put my name on it? That'd be great. Thanks, Bye!

*Kenny walks off*

Abby: Anyways, I think it's time for a little bit of this New York City aggression. I mean, you have to show him the old, naughty Jen because this new Jen just isn't workin'. I mean, you're going to working together the whole week. It's the perfect opportunity. Late night study sessions, role playing like you guys are husband and wife...you can remind him of what a great couple you used to be and how compatible you two are.

Jen: I don't know. I don't want to jump the gun, you know?

Abby: I want you to jump the gun. His gun, and I want all the gory details.

*Cut to the Icehouse. Jack is mopping. He dumps the water on the floor.*

Joey: What are you doing? Haven't you ever mopped before? You dip the mop in the bucket, you don't dump the water on the floor.

Jack: Look, I know I've made a few blunders, but I'm not a screw-up.

Joey: Here. I'll do it. Don't worry about it. Just go wipe off the counters.

*Bessie walks in*

Bessie: What is going on here? Is something flooding?

Joey: No, Jack...nevermind. I've taken care of it, but can we save some of this clean-up for tomorrow?

Bessie: No way! This week we have to stay on top of everything. I'm so paranoid that the health department is just going to jump down our throats.

Joey: It's just that I have this huge Econ. project due Friday. It's worth 1/3 of my grade. I have to prepare a household budget for a single career mother and I have no idea what I'm doing.

Bessie: I'm virtually a single career mother. I can help you.

Joey: No thanks, Bessie. You're not exactly the model for this assignment. First of all, she's a super successful career woman with $160,000 annual income.

Bessie: Joey, maybe I'm not super successful but if there's one thing I know how to do it's budget money.

Joey: You know, you're right. I should get some advice. I should find a single career mother who's living this assignment and ask her for help.

Bessie: I can do it. You keep cleaning, and I'll advise.

Joey: Thanks, Bess, but you can barely get your bills paid on time. Thanks for the offer but I think I'll find somebody else.

*Cut to a coffee place.*

Pacey: Dude, check out this Viper.

Andie: Pacey, can you please put that down for one second? Is that possible? We are seriously over-budget by like $30,000.

Pacey: I don't need the jacuzzi. As long as I get this Viper, everything will be alright.

Andie: Pacey, you are a bus driver, and I am a salesclerk. We're not getting any Viper. Okay, I think the first decision that we should make should me where we're going to live. Since we have 3 kids, we should get a four-bedroom house.

Pacey: Kids don't need their own rooms. You know, not everyone gets to grow up like you, very princess.

Andie: I want a divorce.

Pacey: Granted. We can split the cash, you can keep the kids, I'll take the car.

Andie: That is so typical. Doesn't that sicken you that you're living up to the most common embase of all male stereotypes? You don't care about your wife and kids, no. All you care about is this overpriced piece of metal.

Pacey: Hey it's got passenger side airbags. Look, I want a Viper. That's it. End of story.

Andie: Okay, compromise. You'll get your Viper. If and only if we can find a buyable two-bedroom apartment.

Pacey: And how are we supposed to do that?

Andie: Well, Mr. Matick said we should do some research in the field so..let's go apartment scouting.

*Cut to Mitch doing some work when a car pulls up and Gail and another guy pull up. The guy hands Gail her briefcase and she kisses him on the cheek. Mitch goes back to his work and Gail walks towards him.*

Gail: Hi honey. Where's Dawson?

Mitch: He's, uh, studying next door.

Gail: What a day.

Mitch: Yeah, I'll bet.

Gail: I missed a deadline, the car wouldn't start, Frank from accounting had to give me a ride home.

Mitch: Why didn't you call me?

Gail: I thought it'd be easier if I got a ride.

Mitch: With Frank from accounting.

Gail: Please, don't tell me your mad about that.

Mitch: Look, Gail, I know that Frank just gave you a ride home, alright? But I can't stop how I feel. There's no trust here, no honesty. I don't know what to do to get it back. I don't know maybe this idea of an open, this open marriage thing.

Gail: Mitch..

Mitch: No, no, wait, wait, just here me out. Maybe, by taking away the rules, I can take away the need to trust you, and we can get back some of what we lost.

Gail: Meaning?

Mitch: Meaning from this moment on Thursday night is date night, we can go out with whomever we want, do whatever we want, when whatever we want, and the only rule is that we're honest about it. See, there's no need to lie, an open marriage allows us that.

*Cut to Dawson and Jen in Jen's room.*

Dawson: Um, maybe we should send our kid's to state school. It would be a hell of a lot cheaper.

Jen: Dawson, if we had kids they'd be Ivy League material.

Dawson: These prices are astronomical. According to our tax bracket, we would have to earn $60,000 a year to send one kid to one year of college.

*Jen is laughing.*

Dawson: What are you laughing at?

Jen: This conversation. I mean, listen to us talking about our mortgages, how we're going to afford to send our kids to college, I don't know, it's like we're actually married. Who knows maybe 20 years on down the line...could be us.

Dawson: I think these travel expenses are a little bit unrealistic. I mean, we're going to want to go someplace warm in the winter, right?

Jen: Yeah, somewhere like the Florida Keys...I've never been to Hawaii.

Dawson: Jamaica.

Jen: How 'bout Figi?

Dawson: Figi! I could totally do Figi. That'd be cool. Um, we should, um, call our travel agent, do some price checking. Should we take the kids?

Jen: No. They're in college they probably won't want to go with us.

Dawson: They'll probably be sick of us.

Jen: Besides, if we go alone it'd be much more romantic. Well, Dawson, we've agreed on practically every aspect of married life, I don't think we could be more compatible.

*Dawson just lifts his eyebrow.*

Jen: *puts her head on his shoulder.* You know, it's kind of a relief that you and me can still hang out.

Dawson: Yeah...

Jen: You know, it's funny. I have these moments when I feel as if nothing's really changed between us.

*Dawson just stares off.*

Jen: Kind of like right now.

Dawson: Well, I think we've done enough work for tonight. What do you think? *He gets up and heads for the door*

Jen: Um, Dawson, if you happen to get any inspiration on the assignment or just want to talk or whatever, I'm here for you. My door's always open. If you know what I mean.

Dawson: I think so. I'll see you tomorrow.

Jen: Bye.

*Andie and Pacey are apartment scouting*

Andie: What is that?

Landlord: Rat trap. We have a little vermon infestation, not a big deal.

Andie: You're renting the place, as is?

Landlord: Yep. As is.

Andie: Still want that Viper?

Pacey: What are we doing here? Are we doing this project or are we moving in together? We've looked at twelve different apartment buildings and for what?

Andie: Research. Mr. Matick told us to do research.

Pacey: Yeah but the assignment is due tomorrow and we don't have a thing on paper.

Andie: Is that my fault?

Pacey: Yes! It is your fault. You're the one that's been leading us on this ridiculous apartment scavenger hunt.

*They're walking down the stairs*

Andie: I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I actually got into this project, Pacey. I'm sorry I'm not the biggest slacker on the planet.

Pacey: After all this, you still think I'm lazy.

Andie: No, Pacey, there's lazy and then there's you. Are you trying to win some teen rebel award? I mean, do you think it's cool to give the finger to everything and everyone that doesn't fit into your little self-destructive agenda.

Pacey: Let's get one thing straight. You don't know me.

Andie: Well enlighten me. My econ. grade depends on it.

Pacey: Okay, you want the broken record? Here it is. Since before the dawn of time, I have been designated the black sheep of my family. This label is permanent. I can't erase it, and I can't trade it in for a new one. I could bring home an 'A' in econ. or an 'F'. I could bring home the Nobel Peace Prize and it wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference. So Miss Perky you try growing up in a family atmosphere like that and see if you can stay motivated.

Andie: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Pacey: No, of course not. You were too busy getting into character. "Oh I'm just a salesclerk, a poor little salesclerk look for an apartment." You want to know the reason this assignment is so fascinating to you? In reality, you've never had a problem in your life. You drive around in your Saab, you buy your new clothes, and you basically throw your money away. The idea that people actually have to budget their money is like some novelty to you. You're rich and you're spoiled and that's what it comes down to!

Andie: You know what, you're right. I don't know anything about me and you know even less about me so just leave me alone!

Pacey: Andie, wait, I....

Landlord: So..are you going to take the apartment?

*Cut to Joey looking at a model of a house*

MissWeston: Hi.

Joey: Hi. I'm Joey Potter. Thank you so much for seeing me Miss Weston.

MissWeston: Oh please, Joey, call me Laura.

Joey: Anyways, I know you're probably really busy but I'm preparing this household budget for Mr. Matick in your name since you're the living embodiment of a single, successful career woman.

*She laughs*

Joey: What's so funny?

MissWeston: I don't know, I never thought I'd someday be thought of as the embodiment of a successful career woman. *to some guy* Dayle, can you bring me the filing portfolio? I need to look at it before the meeting. *the guy nods*

Joey: Well you must have always been pretty ambitious to be doing so well, I mean...

MissWeston: Aw, ambitious? Are you kidding? Not at all. A few years ago I was the quintessential housewife. Raising kids, staying home, no job. Growing up I'd always loved art and drawing so I went back to school. Now I'm teaching art and working as an interior designer. It's great because I spend half my time teaching, which I love, and spend the other half, in design. *a guy walks up* Thanks.

Joey: You must be incredibly talented.

MissWeston: Incredibly hard-working is what I am. Oh and Joey, we're doing the designs for a chain of Mexican restaurants. Come take a look at these floorplans.

Joey: They look good to me.

MissWeston: Look closer, do you see any potential problems?

*Joey bends over and looks*

Joey: Um...nevermind.

MissWeston: No, no, what is it?

Joey: You placed the kitchen and the bar and opposite ends of the restaurant.

MissWeston: And why is that a problem?

Joey: Well, I work in a restaurant and with it like that, the waiters have to place the kitchen orders and the drink orders separately. Everything takes twice as long and you end up running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

MissWeston: Mind if I pick your brain for advice on some of these other designs? A little trade-off for helping you with your assignment?

Joey: I don't know. I'd love to.

*Cut to Abby and Jen in the coffee house*

Abby: Nothing? Nothing has happened? You've been working with him all week and you expect me to believe that nothing has happened?

Jen: I'm telling you nothing has happened. I don't know. I mean, he's so head-over-heels in love with Joey I just can't compete with her.

Abby: That is where you're wrong. Joey has nothing on you. Kenny, what do you think of Joey Potter?

Kenny: She's hot.

Abby: Oh, shut up! What do you know. You're practically wallide(?).

Kenny: Well, Abby, I do know that we should be working on our assignment.

Abby: Okay, you're bugging me. Can you just get out of my hair and finish it?

Kenny: Look, Abby, you haven't been doing your share of the work.

Abby: Well, what do you expect? I'm not like you, Kenny. I have a very demanding social life. *Kenny goes back to work.* I mean, Joey may be pretty. She does have that fresh-face appeal in a very J. Crew-catalogue kind of way, but she's no you. You're a sex kitten, Jen. And you should work it to your advantage.

Jen: What are you saying? That I should just take off all my clothes and throw myself at him?

Abby: It could work! Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor and tonight is your last night with him! I mean you have to go for broke. Wear something scandalous. You can borrow one of my dresses and just spray perfume in all the right places, big red moist lips.

Jen: You know what, you're right. Might as well put the final nail in my coffin of shame, what have I got to lose?

Abby: Yeah. Just seduce him. His tighty-whities will be in a ball by the floor of the bed before you can say "Joey Potter is a virgin."

*They laugh*

*Cut to Mrs. Leery lighting candles for dinner. Mitch walks in.*

Gail: Dinner's ready.

Mitch: Well, I made other plans, Gail. It's Thursday.

Gail: Thursday, right. Well then, you have fun. See you later.

Mitch: Bye.

*Cut to Dawson and Joey on the porch*

Joey: So you want to come with me to the Icehouse? I told Bessie I'd help clean up.

Dawson: No, I've got to stay here and finish my project with Jen.

Joey: Oh. *singing* Mineeee's donneee.

Dawson: I hate you.

Joey: Oh yeah?

*They kiss*

Joey: Well, Laura practically did the whole thing. She is so cool, Dawson. She said anytime I want to enter into a company, she'd help me out.

Dawson: Really?

Joey: She just made me realize that maybe someday I could own my own business or my own company.

Dawson: See it looks like Joey has some career aspirations after all.

*Gail comes out the front door*

Gail: Um, if your father comes back tell him since it's Thursday night, I've gone out.

Dawson: When will you be back?

Gail: Later. Goodnight honey.

*She leaves. Joey looks at Dawson, confused.*

Dawson: I've given up trying to figure out my parents. It's really weird right now.

*They sit there and Joey smiles.*

Joey: You think we should take advantage of this moment of unsupervision.

*They start kissing*

*Jen walks in*

Jen: Hey.

*They stop*

Dawson: Hey.

Jen: If I've interrupted something I can come back later.

Joey: No I was just leaving. Bye Dawson. *She kisses him.* Nice dress.

Jen: Thanks I borrowed it.

Joey: I'll bet.

*Joey leaves*

Dawson: So, um, where do you want to do this?

Jen: Somewhere where we can be comfortable. Let's go to your bedroom.

*Cut to Icehouse. Trey and Jeff are talking.*

Trey: Why do we need two Range Rover's? Compromise Jeff. A couple weeks in Europe..we drive a cheaper car.

Jeff: You know what, forget the honeymoon! You drive the cheaper car!

Trey: Why are you so selfish? I mean, why do you act like that?

Jeff: Yeah I'm selfish!

*They walk off as Joey looks confused by their conversation.*

Joey: Hey! Sorry I'm late. God, this place is a pigsty.

Jack: We got slammed.

Joey: Hey Bessie I was telling Laura about our financial problems.

Bessie: Who's Laura?

Joey: She's the interior designer who helped me with my project.

Bessie: Oh the super successful career woman.

Joey: Anyway, she had some really great ideas. Ways to keep our overhead cost down. Laura also said she'd help us with a new logo for the Icehouse. I mean, we could print new menus, placemats...

Bessie: We don't need new menus or placemats.

Joey: She said she could do it for free.She said it's crucial for businesses to revamp their new look every once in awhile. It keeps things fresh.

Bessie: I don't have time to take advice from some woman who knows nothing about me or my life or the Icehouse.

Joey: She was just trying to help.

Bessie: I don't need her help. I need your help, now. The health department called they're coming here tomorrow morning and this place is a total disaster.

Joey: Look, you don't have to snap at me like it's my fault.

Bessie: Well, I thought you were coming in earlier, we needed you tonight.

Joey: Well, I'm sorry, Bessie, but I actually have a life. I am not your full-time slave.

Bessie: Full-time slave? That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Joey: Oh is it?

Bessie: Yeah!

Joey: The fact is all I do is run your errands, answer your phone calls, and take care of your baby and I'm sick of it!

Bessie: Oh, Joey, I'm sorry my baby and I are cramping your style why don't you go home. Jack and I have it covered.

*Icehouse, Pacey walks in.*

Jack: Hey, we're closed.

Pacey: Listen, can I just get a cup of coffee, man? I'm desperate.

Jack: Yeah, yeah sure.

Pacey: You're Andie's brother, right?

*Jack nods.*

Pacey: I'm Pacey.

Jack: Yeah, I know who you are.

Pacey: Uh, listen, is your sister on any kind of medication because she just went completely ballistic on me.

Jack: Why? What'd you do to her?

Pacey: Nothing. I just called her a spoiler princess and she just went psycho. I guess the truth hurts sometimes.

Jack: Andie a spoiled princess...I don't think anything could be further from the truth.

Pacey: Don't tell me your family's not totally loaded.

Jack: You think I'm workin' here for kicks?

Pacey: Yeah, but your sister drives a Saab man. And all those nice clothes...

Jack: Yeah it's the last remains of a decaying dynasty.

Pacey: I don't get it.

Jack: Look, there was a time when things were easy for us, relatively, but those days are over now. Look I really don't want to get into this. Just do me a favor. Give Andie a break. She deserves it.

*Cut to Mitch and Gail on their free nights doing absolutely nothing and looking very bored.*

*Cut to Dawson and Jen in Dawson's room.*

Dawson: *happily* Alright, we're done!

Jen: Finally, huh? Mission accomplished. Oh my God I am so exhausted I can barely see straight.

Dawson: Yeah, I feel like I've become one with this chair.

*Jen laughs*

Jen: How about a massage? Get rid of a little bit of that tension.

Dawson: No, I'm cool.

Jen: Are you sure?

*Jen goes over and lays on the bed.*

Jen: God, I am so beat. I don't even think I can make it next door. You mind if I just crash here for the night?

Dawson: *surprised* Yeah, actually I do.

Jen: What?

Dawson: Yeah, I do mind. You should probably go home.

Jen: So what? We can't hang out together anymore is that it?

Dawson: No, absolutely we can hang out together. We just can't sleep together.

Jen: Well, calm down, Dawson. I just said I would crash at your house. No one said anything about sleeping together. I know what it is. It's Joey, isn't it? She's been putting ideas in your head about me.

Dawson: No, Jen, Joey hasn't been putting ideas in my head. I'm not oblivious.

Jen: Meaning?

Dawson: Meaning, look at you. I mean, is this what you normally wear to a study session? I mean, you've been making suggestive comments. Testing me all night.

Jen: Dawson if you can't handle being in the same room with me--

Dawson: I can handle being in the same room with you. I just can't handle you throwing yourself at me every other second. I mean, don't you find it humiliating?

Jen: I'm not humiliating anybody, Dawson. And I know that you're with Joey and I accept that. I just don't respect it. And I don't mean this in a slutty, self-degrading sort of way, but I want to let you know that you've got options. And I'm one of them.

Dawson: Who are you? What happened to Jen?

Jen: She got bored. Decided to liven things up a bit. *Jen kisses him and walks towards the door and turns around* I hope you can handle it Dawson.

*She leaves.*

*Cut to Mitch and Gail in their bedroom.*

Mitch: Have fun?

Gail: Yeah. Did you?

Mitch: Yeah.

Gail: Good. So what'd you do?

Mitch: Went to Duke's. Met some new people. Danced a little. You?

Gail: Oh, I met a friend for some drinks. I'm glad you had a good time tonight, Mitch.

*They turn off the lights*

*Cut to Joey on the porch. Bessie drives up.*

Joey: I was beginning to think you skipped town on me.

Bessie: Yeah I was up all night cleaning. Look, Joey. Things aren't working out for you and the Icehouse so you're fired.

Joey: Fired?

Bessie: I just don't think you should be working there anymore.

Joey: You can't fire me.

Bessie: Yes I can, and I am.

Joey: I know what you're doing Bessie. I couldn't sleep last night I felt so bad. What I said, I didn't mean.

Bessie: Yes, you did. You were right. I'm in way over my head, but these problems are not yours. I don't want to be the one robbing you of your childhood, the fun of being young. Not burdened by all my messes. It's not fair. It's not fair to you and I'm sorry.

Joey: Bessie, these are my problems because you and I are a team, you know? And you can't fire me because I'm not going anywhere and I won't be fired. And I love you. And Alexander. And I don't ever want you to feel like you're in this alone.

Bessie: Yeah but you're my little sister. I'm supposed to be taking care of you.

Joey: You do. You do take care of me, Bessie.

Bessie: You know, one day I'll get it together and you'll be proud of me.

Joey: I am proud of you, Bessie. I mean, this assignment helped me understand how much you have to deal with and how much stress you are under. I think you're amazing.

Bessie: Yeah?

Joey: Yeah.

*Cut to Econ. class*

Teacher: Unlike some of your schoolwork, the lessons that you learned from this project, can be directly applied to your future lives. Therefore, I hope, I hope, I hope that you gave this project's it's deserved attention. Now will you please pass your projects to the front of the room for me. Jeff, how'd that wedding turn out?

Jeff: Great, Mr. Matick. We decided to go for a casual one by the ocean, just you know,

Jeff and Trey: Close friends and family.

Trey: And that way we can spend more money on the honeymoon.

Teacher: Good decision, Trey.

Kenny: Mr. Matick?

Teacher: Yes Kenny?

Kenny: FYI, Abby Morgan's name is on this report because she threatened my life and didn't help at all and spent the entire week just verbally abusing me.

Abby: That is a lie! Look, Mr. Matick, Kenny was congested and he literally had snot all over his face. I just didn't want to get ill.

Teacher: I hope you set aside money for marriage counseling. So Andie, where's your project?

Andie: Well, Mr. Matick, since marriage is a 50/50 partnership, I decided to do my project from the wife's perspective so..here's my half.

*Pacey walks in with a notebook.*

Teacher: Pacey Witter! Nice of you to join us. This your project?

Pacey: Mine and Andie's.

Teacher: Looks pretty comprehensive. Good work, you two. And now that this is over you'll get these back on Monday then on Monday we'll start our project on macroeconomics.

*Cut to outside of school Dawson and Joey*

Dawson: I am so glad that project is over.

Joey: I liked it.

Dawson: You did, didn't ya?

Joey: Yeah.

Dawson: I can see it now, Joey Potter climbing the ladder to corporate america.

Joey: Shut up.

Dawson: Come here.

*They start kissing. Abby and Jen walk towards them.*

Abby: Get a room.

*Abby and Jen continue walking*

Joey: What was that all about?

Dawson: I have no idea.

*Cut to Andie and Pacey.*

Andie: Pacey, hey!

Pacey: Hey.

Andie: Thanks for finishing the project. I guess I can never call you lazy again

Pacey: Listen, I'm sorry about yesterday. 'Kay. I think we were both suffering from a case of false impressions. I talked to your brother last night and he explained to me that your family is not exactly the Rockefellar's.

Andie: He did?

Pacey: Yeah, so I feel like the world's biggest chump here.

Andie: Don't sweat it.

Pacey: No, really, it's true. I obviously don't know anything about you.

Andie: Look, Pacey, my life is like a Movie of the Week is better left out of this conversation here, okay?

Pacey: Okay.

Andie: So what I want to know is did we get the viper?

Pacey: Come on, after all we've been through do you think I could really get the Viper?

*Andie gives him a look.*

Pacey: Okay, I had to but it's such an awesome car.

Andie: That means all of our kids are stuffed into a 2-bedroom apartment.

Pacey: Actually it's a one bedroom apartment, but, you know, the family that lays together stays together.

Andie: Pacey, 5 people in one bedroom. That is insanity!

Pacey: Are you complaining? I stayed up all night finishing this project.

*They pass a convertible where the lady in it turns her head and takes off her sunglasses revealing that it's... MISS JACOBS!