Dawson Sat In A Chair looking out his window.

It had been so Long since he had been with a girl. And It wasn't bothering him. Somewhere, deep inside, he Knew he had always loved Joey… But Also, in that same deep dark place in his heart, he Had been in love with someone else. Not As long as Joey, but still the same love.

He Put his face in his hands. This was so hard. Hard to Admit, Hard to think about, hard… no… Impossible.

He was Dawson. Film Guy… With a future. He was the guy that nobody wondered about, and the guy that had the great life.

If only they new…

…What went on in his head.

~

That Night, Dawson lay sleeping in his bed. Thoughts of love went through his mind. Deep, Emotional, Physical love. Something he wanted so bad… that one he dreamed of.

He sat up quickly, screaming out the name of the one he Wished for.

Then Laid Back down, and Cried into his pillow.

~

School was hard the next day.

He never really had like school, but still he had to go. And Grades were of somewhat importance to him. He wanted to do ok in life… go somewhere, be somebody.

But he had to wonder if that would ever happen.

Deep in thought, he almost walked past his class. He Came back to reality just in time to make the turn into the room.

Their they were. Right there, and in his eyes, they were beautiful.

Smiling Wide, he walked to his seat, and turned around to talk to Jen.

"So Jen… How are you doing?"
"Oh… Just fine. Me and Jack were just talking about… I didn't think you were coming today"
"why?"
"didn't you tell me you were sick yesterday when I asked you over?"
"oh yeah, I am feeling better now"
"that's good…"

"Class!" said Mr High, there teacher.

Dawson turned around and started to day dream.

I Walking through a Part, he and His love, arm and arm. "I Love you" He said turning to them… "I love you too" he heard in reply./I

he Came back at the sound of the bell. He gathered his stuff up, and Walked out of the room.

"Mr Leery… Can I speak to you for a moment?" Said his teacher

Dawson turned around and walked to his teachers desk.

"What is it?"

"well, Mr Leery, you seem to be driffting of in class, I just wanted to let you know this could effect your daily grade in my class"

"thank you mr High, I'll try to pay better attention"

"thank you Dawson… you can go now"

Dawson walked out of the room, and toward his locker.

He opened the locker door, and Pulled out his notebook for 2nd period. Something fell out on to the floor.

It was a picture… Of his secret Crush… The only one he thought of…

…Jack.