A/U. Joey, Dawson, Jen, and Jack all grew up
together in a small town in New Jersey called
Bayonne. They go to college at St. Peter's
College in Jersey City and live in Bayonne
currently. I'm not telling you if they have been
introduced to Pacey yet, although I will say
they didn't grow up with him and met them
later in their college life. Joey's dating
someone....(once again I'm not saying who)
Oh and Dawson will not be included in this
story. lol I'm not to fond of the guy

Disclaimer: I do not nor ever will own
Dawson's Creek or the characters. They
belong to Kevin Williamson and the WB.

Can I Take Your Order? by Madrose

Ch.1

She walked in, holding his hand. Taking short,
graceful steps next to him as they walked,
their steps in time with one another. Her dress
was long and elegant and her long brown hair
was down her back, past her shoulders a little
ways. The hostess sat the couple down at a
table, facing the karaoke stage. It was
Wednesday night, her favorite night to come
and watch the people who probably had
consumed too much alcohol go up and sing
Whitney Houston, Aretha, and countless
other's song. Yes, they butchered them
everytime, but she took pleasure in seeing
other people's carefree spirit and just people
having downright fun. She needed fun in her
life. All she did was study, her boyfriend was
great, but she needed more, something that
could hold her interest for longer than a week
or two.

"Jo, you should go up there and sing," he told
her, brushing his finger over the top of her
hand.

She contemplated it. Yes, Joey Potter,
actually thought about going up on that stage
and singing in front of the whole restuarant.
But once again, her fear took over. Like she
always let it. Consuming her brain and never
letting her step out of the box she had created.
And he was sweet, everytime they came here
on Wednesdays, he would encourage her to
go up there and sing her little heart out, but
every week it was the same. She always told
him, maybe next week. And he would nodd his
head and smile, always so supportive, but
sometimes she wished he wasn't. Maybe just
for once, he would be pushy and actually
force her to confront her fears. But just like
every time, she said, "Maybe next week."

And he smiled, nodding his head. He handed
her the menu and she looked over it, although
she already knew what she was going to
order. Even this, as simple as it sounds,
bothered her. Why did she always order the
same thing? Why did she never take the
chance to order something else? Hey, maybe
she'd hate it, but atleast she'd tried it.

"Do you know what you want?" he asked.

"Yep," she replied.

"Good," he said, leaning in to her and brushing
his lips across her cheek. She smiled. Her
thoughts were interupted when she heard a
voice,

"Hi, My name's Pacey. Can I take your
order?"

Can I Take Your Order?

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