Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Dawson's Creek. I am just using them to tell a story from my point of view.
The story takes place during the season when Dawson is going through his post-Joey rebel phase. I watched the show one night last February and thought that Dawson looked a little disturbed behind the scenes even though he made it seem like he was pretty tough. This is my dramatic account of what I think would have happened if Dawson had been pushed over the edge without telling someone how he truly felt.
Chapter 1
Dawson Leary stepped into the dimly lit kitchen. It was just the way he like it, quiet and empty. He opened the refrigerator, and scanned the half empty shelves. Unsatisfied with the pickings, he closed the door and proceeded to the cupboards. Unfortunately, the cupboards matched the contents of the fridge. He shut the cupboards and dejectedly traipsed back upstairs to his room. On the way, he passed by his father's bedroom door and decided it was useless to wake him. Besides, he wouldn't understand anyway; no one could. Dawson's mind was screaming. He had so many emotions building and boiling inside him; he was like a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment. The trouble was, nobody knew. He didn't tell anyone. He couldn't tell anyone. They all thought he was a changed man, rock hard and solid, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Of course, that was the impression he'd made this year. Everyone believed in the new Dawson Leary, the dangerous, and risk-taking Dawson. Only "he" was on the outside; on the inside were confusion, fear, hope, hopelessness, love, anger, and every other 16-year-old emotion, wrapped up in a ball of turmoil. He lay across the bed in the hopes of falling asleep, but there was no use in that. His eyes remained opened wide as the events of the past months played and replayed themselves like never ending movies in his mind. Joey. She was...well, she was everything to him; or at least she had been. He'd loved her so much and he still did, but he could only love her from afar. She was in love with Pacey now and that was how it should be. Besides, he couldn't have her forever. Then there were his parents and their "roller coaster" romance, divorce thing that drove him nuts, literally. Now they both insisted that they were friends, "better friends than lovers" as they'd put it. The whole episode was enough to drive him over the edge.
Suddenly, without any warning, Dawson sat up in his bed. Thoughts and deep emotions screamed through his head like wildfires. He had to talk to someone. Someone had to listen to him or he would shatter. Dad was the first one to come to mind. He wasn't sure how much advice he could give, but he was a great listener.
Dawson found himself, moments later, in front of his father's bedroom door. He heard the faint mumbled reply of, "Come in." Slowly, he turned the doorknob and opened the door. Stepping inside the dark room he felt uneasy; something didn't seem quite right.
"Dad," he sighed heavily. "Listen, can we talk?"
Immediately, the light on the bed stand flipped on and two bodies sat up in the bed. Dawson stood stunned and shaking his head in disbelief.
"No," he whispered quietly. "Not again."
He stared at the two faces in his father's bed as he began backing gradually out of the room. When he no longer could feel the soft carpet of his father's room under his feet he turned and fled to his room.
Mitch Leary locked eyes with his ex-wife and lowered his head in shame for a moment. The sound of Dawson's bedroom door opening moments later caused him to look up just in time to see his son take one last pained look into his eyes and flee down the stairwell fully clothed.
"Dawson!" Mitch shouted after his son. He threw back the covers and chased after him, but he was too late. He arrived at the open front door just in time to see his son's truck speed off into the night.
The story takes place during the season when Dawson is going through his post-Joey rebel phase. I watched the show one night last February and thought that Dawson looked a little disturbed behind the scenes even though he made it seem like he was pretty tough. This is my dramatic account of what I think would have happened if Dawson had been pushed over the edge without telling someone how he truly felt.
Chapter 1
Dawson Leary stepped into the dimly lit kitchen. It was just the way he like it, quiet and empty. He opened the refrigerator, and scanned the half empty shelves. Unsatisfied with the pickings, he closed the door and proceeded to the cupboards. Unfortunately, the cupboards matched the contents of the fridge. He shut the cupboards and dejectedly traipsed back upstairs to his room. On the way, he passed by his father's bedroom door and decided it was useless to wake him. Besides, he wouldn't understand anyway; no one could. Dawson's mind was screaming. He had so many emotions building and boiling inside him; he was like a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment. The trouble was, nobody knew. He didn't tell anyone. He couldn't tell anyone. They all thought he was a changed man, rock hard and solid, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Of course, that was the impression he'd made this year. Everyone believed in the new Dawson Leary, the dangerous, and risk-taking Dawson. Only "he" was on the outside; on the inside were confusion, fear, hope, hopelessness, love, anger, and every other 16-year-old emotion, wrapped up in a ball of turmoil. He lay across the bed in the hopes of falling asleep, but there was no use in that. His eyes remained opened wide as the events of the past months played and replayed themselves like never ending movies in his mind. Joey. She was...well, she was everything to him; or at least she had been. He'd loved her so much and he still did, but he could only love her from afar. She was in love with Pacey now and that was how it should be. Besides, he couldn't have her forever. Then there were his parents and their "roller coaster" romance, divorce thing that drove him nuts, literally. Now they both insisted that they were friends, "better friends than lovers" as they'd put it. The whole episode was enough to drive him over the edge.
Suddenly, without any warning, Dawson sat up in his bed. Thoughts and deep emotions screamed through his head like wildfires. He had to talk to someone. Someone had to listen to him or he would shatter. Dad was the first one to come to mind. He wasn't sure how much advice he could give, but he was a great listener.
Dawson found himself, moments later, in front of his father's bedroom door. He heard the faint mumbled reply of, "Come in." Slowly, he turned the doorknob and opened the door. Stepping inside the dark room he felt uneasy; something didn't seem quite right.
"Dad," he sighed heavily. "Listen, can we talk?"
Immediately, the light on the bed stand flipped on and two bodies sat up in the bed. Dawson stood stunned and shaking his head in disbelief.
"No," he whispered quietly. "Not again."
He stared at the two faces in his father's bed as he began backing gradually out of the room. When he no longer could feel the soft carpet of his father's room under his feet he turned and fled to his room.
Mitch Leary locked eyes with his ex-wife and lowered his head in shame for a moment. The sound of Dawson's bedroom door opening moments later caused him to look up just in time to see his son take one last pained look into his eyes and flee down the stairwell fully clothed.
"Dawson!" Mitch shouted after his son. He threw back the covers and chased after him, but he was too late. He arrived at the open front door just in time to see his son's truck speed off into the night.