Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a beautiful prince named Leary. As beautiful as Leary was, he was just as dumb. The prince ruled with a rubber hand and wasn't able to do so much as order his cat to go to the bathroom outdoors. He was weak, but sweet, and wanted love to rule the land.


Joey snorted, ripped the piece of paper up and tossed it in the trash can beside her bed. It was a stupid idea, this story. A mythical tale based on an experience you had over the summer. What kind of a teacher assigns such a thing?

Although, Joey had to admit, seventy extra-credit points in English would guarantee her great grades this semester, which would help her get a scholarship for college.

She sighed and started with a fresh page in her notebook. She closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep instead of write the paper when her phone rang, jolting her awake.

"Hello?" she asked quietly.

"Joey, where are you?" Dawson demanded.

"Sleeping," she mumbled, yawning.

"Movie night," he reminded her.

"I'm on my way."

She slammed her notebook shut, shoved it under the couch and left for Dawson's where she knew for sure that three things--ET, Snickers ice cream bars and Dawson himself--would be there waiting for her.