It is mid evening. Dawson and Jen are making out on the couch in Jen's lounge room, as Roman Holiday screens in the background. There is a sudden noise and they both look up, panicked, to see Jen's grandmother standing in the door way. They pull apart, embarrassed.

Jen: Hi Grams... Dawson: Good evening Mrs Linley... Jen's Grandmother forces a smile and says: Good evening Dawson. Jen.... ::she looks around momentarily, perplexed:: would you mind refraining from this sort of thing in my loungeroom? Jen: Grams... Jen's Grandmother: In fact Jen, would you mind refraining from this sort of thing at all, at least until Kimberly leaves? Dawson: Kimberly? Jen's Grandmother: Hasn't Jen told you? ::she throws Jen a nasty look:: Dawson shakes his head Jen's Grandmother: Jen's cousin - my granddaughter - Kimberly Colgate will be coming to stay with us for the Christmas break. She should be arriving tomorrow afternoon. ::she sighs:: Jen never told you? Dawson shakes his head again: No. Jen shrugs, feeling as though she should say something: It never came up. Jen's Grandmother is annoyed: I can't believe you never told him. ::she turns to Dawson and smiles:: Well, be sure to visit tomorrow afternoon. You'll just adore Kimberly, she's such a sweet girl - I don't think she's ever missed church. Very pretty too, and popular with the boys, although ::casts a meaningful glance at Jen:: she doesn't have to do anything to make them attracted to her. It seems that some people actually like the wholesome look. Dawson, with only the slightest hint of sarcasm: I can't wait to meet her. Jen's Grandmother: Then make sure you pop in tomorrow afternoon. There is an uncomfortable silence Dawson looks at his watch: Oh, look at the time! I should be getting home...

Cut to clock which shows the time to be only 8 o'clock. Cut back to Dawson who stands up to leave. Jen looks at him and also rises.

Jen: I'll walk you to the door. Jen's grandmother: Okay then. Goodnight, Dawson. Dawson: Goodnight, Mrs Linley.

Jen and Dawson walk to Jen's door. She holds it open and he stands in the doorway, smiling at her.

Dawson sighs: So... Kimberly's coming? Why didn't you tell me? Jen groans: Oh, don't even get me started on her. Kimmy is a pathetic little goody-goody from a minuscule little hick-town with about 300 interbred people in it. She wasn't pretty the last time I saw her, so unless she's taken to wearing a foot of makeup she'll still be the same dork she was when she was eleven -

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Britney Spears is sitting on a plane crossing the Atlantic Ocean. She is reading a copy of the script for the episode of Dawson's Creek that she will be appearing in. She comes to Jen's Grandmother's description of her character and smiles, flicking her hair. This is exactly what she had in mind. Jive will be very pleased, she thinks. She reads on until she comes to Jen's description and shrieks.

Britney: Argh! Oh my god! Like, look at this! Look what they wrote about me! ::she hands the script to her manager:: Britney's manager starts to read: Pathetic little goody-goody... minuscule little hick-town... Interbred people??? ::he looks at Britney with sympathy:: Oh, they didn't find out about Chad, did they? Britney pouts: No! ::she grabs the script:: No! It's this! They called me a dork! It's Dawson's Creek, not Dorkan's Creek! Britney's manager sighs: Britney, they didn't call you a dork, they called your character a dork. If you want to be an actress you have to learn to separate yourself from your character. Britney: But I'm, like, not a dork! ::she goes through her manager's bag and pulls out a mobile phone:: I want you to call Kevin Williamson right now! Britney's manager: You're an actress Britney, an actress. Britney: Well, the only characters I can play are beautiful and popular people! Britney's manager: They said you were beautiful! Britney: Well of course they did! You know it would take too much work to make me look ugly! Call him! Britney's manager gives up: Okay. I will. As soon as we get to New York. Britney: No! I want you to call him now! Britney's manager: It's dangerous to make phone-calls in aeroplanes! We could all die! Britney: I don't care! It's dangerous for my career to have me play a dork! I want you to call Kevin now! Britney's manager: Britney... Britney: Now! If you don't call him now I won't go on Dawson's Creek! No one gives a fuck about Dawson's Creek! No one even knows where it fucking is! Britney's manager: Okay! ::soothingly:: Calm down Brit.... ::he takes the phone and dials:: Hello? Kevin? Great, this is....