I fling my backpack over my shoulder and climb out of the boat and look around. Yup same old Capeside. If I squint hard enough I can almost see her.
I think I'm in love with you
You think, or you know?
I haven't talked to her since the day I left; 2 1/2 years ago. But I've thought about her everyday since I left. She's been in all my thoughts, conscious and subconscious. I keep thinking about her out at Worthington. Wondering if she has a boyfriend, if she has tons of friends, if she's finally learned to let herself loose a little, if she's with Dawson. I could handle her being with anyone, anyone but him.
I decide to stop by Doug's first. Maybe because I know he reached out to me right before I left, and I was too damn pigheaded to take what he was offering. He was always trying to help me, and I covered up my need for it with sarcasm and jokes. He's the first one I owe an apology to. She's the second.
I knock on the door, surprised at my nervousness. He's my brother, I mean, nothing to be nervous about. A young blonde woman sticks her head cautiously out the door.
"Can I help you?" she asks.
"Is Doug here?" I asked. No way he's shacking up with this girl!
She shakes her head confused. "Doug Witter? He hasn't lived here in, what like, 2 years?"
"Oh, um... right, I'm sorry to have bothered you," I smile apologetically. So maybe some things have changed in the last couple years. Guess that means I can't procrastinate the inevitable. No; not Joey yet, even harder: mom and dad.
The walk over to mom and dad's seems a lot longer then it used to. Maybe because I was in better shape when I was younger, or maybe because it's a walk I didn't take very often. It takes almost an hour to get there, so when I arrive I'm feeling sweaty, out of breath, and dreading the moment more then ever.
I knock on the door, feeling that mixture of dread and anticipation. My mother opens the door and for a moment stares at me like she doesn't recognize me. Her mouth forms a little 'O', she looks as if she's fumbling for the right thing to say. And then she pulls me into her arms, and she's actually crying. My mother is crying, over me.
"God, we've been so worried about you," she whispers.
Have I stepped into some alternative reality? I must have because I'm passed from my mother to my father, my father who actually hugs me tightly.
"It's good to see you son," he says gruffly.
Something weird is going on. I can see it in both their eyes. There's something going on in this alternative reality that I have yet to discover.
"Where's Doug?" I ask softly. As if in response I hear his laughter coming from the other room. I start towards the room and my mother says something softly.
"Wait, Pace, there's something..."
I don't let her finish. I'm not sure why I'm suddenly so insistent on reaching the room. Maybe because I've never heard laughter quite like that come from him. I turn the corner and that's when I see him.
Remember how I told you I could stand her being with anyone but Dawson? I lied.
I think I'm in love with you
You think, or you know?
I haven't talked to her since the day I left; 2 1/2 years ago. But I've thought about her everyday since I left. She's been in all my thoughts, conscious and subconscious. I keep thinking about her out at Worthington. Wondering if she has a boyfriend, if she has tons of friends, if she's finally learned to let herself loose a little, if she's with Dawson. I could handle her being with anyone, anyone but him.
I decide to stop by Doug's first. Maybe because I know he reached out to me right before I left, and I was too damn pigheaded to take what he was offering. He was always trying to help me, and I covered up my need for it with sarcasm and jokes. He's the first one I owe an apology to. She's the second.
I knock on the door, surprised at my nervousness. He's my brother, I mean, nothing to be nervous about. A young blonde woman sticks her head cautiously out the door.
"Can I help you?" she asks.
"Is Doug here?" I asked. No way he's shacking up with this girl!
She shakes her head confused. "Doug Witter? He hasn't lived here in, what like, 2 years?"
"Oh, um... right, I'm sorry to have bothered you," I smile apologetically. So maybe some things have changed in the last couple years. Guess that means I can't procrastinate the inevitable. No; not Joey yet, even harder: mom and dad.
The walk over to mom and dad's seems a lot longer then it used to. Maybe because I was in better shape when I was younger, or maybe because it's a walk I didn't take very often. It takes almost an hour to get there, so when I arrive I'm feeling sweaty, out of breath, and dreading the moment more then ever.
I knock on the door, feeling that mixture of dread and anticipation. My mother opens the door and for a moment stares at me like she doesn't recognize me. Her mouth forms a little 'O', she looks as if she's fumbling for the right thing to say. And then she pulls me into her arms, and she's actually crying. My mother is crying, over me.
"God, we've been so worried about you," she whispers.
Have I stepped into some alternative reality? I must have because I'm passed from my mother to my father, my father who actually hugs me tightly.
"It's good to see you son," he says gruffly.
Something weird is going on. I can see it in both their eyes. There's something going on in this alternative reality that I have yet to discover.
"Where's Doug?" I ask softly. As if in response I hear his laughter coming from the other room. I start towards the room and my mother says something softly.
"Wait, Pace, there's something..."
I don't let her finish. I'm not sure why I'm suddenly so insistent on reaching the room. Maybe because I've never heard laughter quite like that come from him. I turn the corner and that's when I see him.
Remember how I told you I could stand her being with anyone but Dawson? I lied.