AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Strange happenings. Joey's been painting, I don't say what or why.
SPOILER: A Prelude To A Kiss
RATING: TV-PG
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just LMK where it's going. I like to see my name in print. =)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these wonderful works by Kevin Williamson. The guy is a God of screenwriting and I bow at his feet for temporarily stealing his characters for my own personal enlightenment. =)
Joey climbed into Dawson's window with paint stuck to her fingers and in her hair. She'd decided to come over the way she was, without getting all fixed up first. She knew she could strap Pamela Anderson Lee's face to her body and he still wouldn't notice her as anything other than a sister. Anything more than the "What are we watching for Movie Night?" Joey he'd known for years.
She pushed a brown-covered-in-blue strand behind her ears and sighed. "What are you doing? You look serious."
"Watching this great mafia movie." he sat up Indian style and patted the sheet next to him. "Come on, I'll fill you in before the commercials end."
Joey made a face. "A mafia movie? What class is this for?"
"It's not. I just was flipping through and I got into it. Shhh, it's back. You'll have to follow along."
"I'm sure I can manage," she sat next to him and folded her arms. "Everyone kills each other and then the last one living at the end starts the masacre all over again."
"Very perceptive," Dawson complimented. "This one's different though."
"No such thing. These movies are--"
"Shhh," Dawson hushed her. "I have to be able to hear what's going on."
Joey rolled her eyes but relented and leaned against the headboard to watch the show: Dawson. She watched him widen his eyes and lean in towards the screen. She pursed her lips as the sex scene unfolded and pushed all the dreams she held of living that scene out with Dawson into the back of her mind. She figured the only solution to her problem was to forget about him, Hope, at this point, was no longer an option.