Some Things Never Change
I do NOT own the characters of Dawson's Creek.
Chapter One
Popcorn and a movie. That's all Dawson and I had for plans that Friday night. Or so we had thought. We were supposed to be with his parents and Bessie at some PTA family dinner. But Dawson and I didn't want to go. We would be the only high school kids there. Kids would be tugging on our legs. Not how Dawson or I wanted to spend Friday night. Definitely not. And despite how I felt at first, in the end, I really wished I had went. Dawson and I sat in my living room. Bored. We were flipping through all of the channels to find a movie because my brother Andy had broken the VCR the past week. "Explain to me again why we are not out somewhere doing something interesting. I mean, something interesting besides the PTA dinner." Dawson had said. He seemed a little disappointed. But I didn't care. I knew that he would always ask me questions like that. I think the disappointment part added to the guilt, which right now, I felt. I sighed as I stopped clicking the remote and looked at him.
"Come on Dawson, we always have movie night on Friday." I was right. Ever since we were about seven, we had watched a movie on Friday nights. Sure, we had missed a lot of Fridays, but generally, we had always had Friday night as a movie night. Dawson and had been best friends since, well, forever. Even though our relationship was complicated right now, there were still some things that hadn't changed. His being able to pour guilt on people was one of those things. I had a feeling that soon, everything was going to get even more complicated and things were going to change. Especially with college coming and all. But that wasn't for a few years.
"Can't we change Friday movie night to Friday go out and party night?"
"Like you have ever even been invited to a party." I know, it was harsh, but Dawson and I always made fun of each other. I started to flip through some more channels.
"Even if I have not been invited to a party, it would be hard to get a date." Dawson knew I really didn't like parties, so, he never really asked me to go.
"Just go and meet someone there."
"I would, if everyone didn't think we were going out." I stopped flipping channels. I looked at him.
"People think were going out!?" I said, surprised. I was stunned for a moment. And then, oddly, I smiled. People thought we were going out! Dawson is my best friend. He never knew, but I had liked him. More than a friend. This had been for a while now.
"Yes." He paused. Then he looked at me like I had three heads. "Why are you smiling?!" He sounded outraged, but in a funny way.
"I'm not smiling! I was just thinking." I said matter of factly. Now I was trying not to laugh. I knew Dawson would never take that. He would know it was a lie. He knew me too well.
"Thinking. Yea. Right." We were both laughing now. I picked up a pillow from the couch and hit him in the head. Hard. Time seemed to slow down. I looked at him, smiling. He looked at me, smiling. "Aren't we a little old for this?" he said grabbing a pillow from beside him. I hit him before he could make a move. Then, I jumped up from the couch and ran into the kitchen.
"Your never too old for a pillow fight!" I yelled. Still laughing, he chased me through the kitchen, dining room, and back into the living room. The floor was really slippery, something I hadn't realized before. I lost my balance and slid on my feet towards the couch. My arms flailed and I let out a small scream. He followed behind me, and before we knew what was happening, he flew into me and we both fell onto the ground, laughing, panting, and smiling.
For a moment we glanced at each other and I realized where we were very close on the floor. I was lying on my stomach and he was on his side. We didn't talk for a few minutes. We just looked into each other's eyes, smiling, and catching our breath. We were not even six inches apart. Maybe he did like me like I liked him. My smile deepened. It felt so good to be with him. Alone. Then, suddenly, he hit me with his pillow and for the first time that night everything felt, well, like normal.
I do NOT own the characters of Dawson's Creek.
Chapter One
Popcorn and a movie. That's all Dawson and I had for plans that Friday night. Or so we had thought. We were supposed to be with his parents and Bessie at some PTA family dinner. But Dawson and I didn't want to go. We would be the only high school kids there. Kids would be tugging on our legs. Not how Dawson or I wanted to spend Friday night. Definitely not. And despite how I felt at first, in the end, I really wished I had went. Dawson and I sat in my living room. Bored. We were flipping through all of the channels to find a movie because my brother Andy had broken the VCR the past week. "Explain to me again why we are not out somewhere doing something interesting. I mean, something interesting besides the PTA dinner." Dawson had said. He seemed a little disappointed. But I didn't care. I knew that he would always ask me questions like that. I think the disappointment part added to the guilt, which right now, I felt. I sighed as I stopped clicking the remote and looked at him.
"Come on Dawson, we always have movie night on Friday." I was right. Ever since we were about seven, we had watched a movie on Friday nights. Sure, we had missed a lot of Fridays, but generally, we had always had Friday night as a movie night. Dawson and had been best friends since, well, forever. Even though our relationship was complicated right now, there were still some things that hadn't changed. His being able to pour guilt on people was one of those things. I had a feeling that soon, everything was going to get even more complicated and things were going to change. Especially with college coming and all. But that wasn't for a few years.
"Can't we change Friday movie night to Friday go out and party night?"
"Like you have ever even been invited to a party." I know, it was harsh, but Dawson and I always made fun of each other. I started to flip through some more channels.
"Even if I have not been invited to a party, it would be hard to get a date." Dawson knew I really didn't like parties, so, he never really asked me to go.
"Just go and meet someone there."
"I would, if everyone didn't think we were going out." I stopped flipping channels. I looked at him.
"People think were going out!?" I said, surprised. I was stunned for a moment. And then, oddly, I smiled. People thought we were going out! Dawson is my best friend. He never knew, but I had liked him. More than a friend. This had been for a while now.
"Yes." He paused. Then he looked at me like I had three heads. "Why are you smiling?!" He sounded outraged, but in a funny way.
"I'm not smiling! I was just thinking." I said matter of factly. Now I was trying not to laugh. I knew Dawson would never take that. He would know it was a lie. He knew me too well.
"Thinking. Yea. Right." We were both laughing now. I picked up a pillow from the couch and hit him in the head. Hard. Time seemed to slow down. I looked at him, smiling. He looked at me, smiling. "Aren't we a little old for this?" he said grabbing a pillow from beside him. I hit him before he could make a move. Then, I jumped up from the couch and ran into the kitchen.
"Your never too old for a pillow fight!" I yelled. Still laughing, he chased me through the kitchen, dining room, and back into the living room. The floor was really slippery, something I hadn't realized before. I lost my balance and slid on my feet towards the couch. My arms flailed and I let out a small scream. He followed behind me, and before we knew what was happening, he flew into me and we both fell onto the ground, laughing, panting, and smiling.
For a moment we glanced at each other and I realized where we were very close on the floor. I was lying on my stomach and he was on his side. We didn't talk for a few minutes. We just looked into each other's eyes, smiling, and catching our breath. We were not even six inches apart. Maybe he did like me like I liked him. My smile deepened. It felt so good to be with him. Alone. Then, suddenly, he hit me with his pillow and for the first time that night everything felt, well, like normal.