Best Friend
"Best
Friend"
Disclaimer: The characters of Dawson's Creek belong to Kevin
Williamson and the WB. I'm just letting my imagination run amok.
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Note: Joey's POV, after the VERY FIRST episode.
Men.
I hate to sound cliched, but they're all alike.
One minute, your best friend, the next, a drooling hormonal
monster.
Men.
I mean, sure, guys have their rights to
do...whatever it is they do when they're obsessing about complete
strangers, but can't they be a bit more selective?
Okay, I'll admit that I'm being obsessive
about all of this. It's just...sigh Dawson's my best
friend, y'know? Since forever and a year ago. And for all this
time, he's been around for me. When my dad got arrested, when my
mom died, he was there to make me smile. When I fought with my
sister, he listened to me complain. We could talk about anything,
for hours and hours.
Now he'll barely give me the time of day.
It's the blonde. What's her name -- oh,
yeah, Jen. She's all he talks about now. Jen this, Jen that,
blah, blah, blah. Gag me. And what's worse, his neanderthal
friend, Pacey, is encouraging him.
Men.
I should have been prepared for this. I
mean, it's a well documented fact that once puberty hits, guys
stop thinking with their brains. I should be thankful Dawson's
only succumbing now.
But why her? I guess she's pretty and all,
but Dawson barely knows her. He should be looking for someone who
understands him, someone he can really talk to, someone like....
I don't know. Just someone else.
Whatever.
Fini.
