AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Joey stirs awake during the night and writes about Dawson in her diary
SPOILER: Blown Away
RATING: TV-PG
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just LMK where it's going. I like to see my name in print. =) I 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 Potter stirred awake around four a.m. The sky was clear, and Dawson was snoring beside her. She took advantage of the minute and softly leaned over him. She leaned closer and closer, her lips just seconds away from his. She was going in for the kiss, and then, she pulled away.
Embarrassed, Joey leaned against the headboard and took some deep breaths. She pulled her backpack over to her and went in the closet.
The light wasn't as she had hoped, but it was enough to see the lines on her journal paper. She opened her backpack and pulled it out. She hadn't realized that tears were falling down her face. They slipped off her cheeks and made little wet marks she couldn't write over on her blank page. She sniffled and put her pen to the paper.
Well, Hurricane Chris missed Capeside today.
Hurricanes Bob and Jen made direct hits.
Right smack in the middle, destroying everything in their paths.
I feel so bad for Dawson. His parents are a mess and Jen is just ready and waiting to wreak all possible havoc on his innocent soul. I hate her for it. She acts like she's my friend, then she tries to take away the only thing that means anything to me.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
I HATE myself for what I almost did just now.
I'd fallen asleep on Dawson's bed, of course. Nothing unusual about that. But a few moments ago, I was having this amazing dream about us.
We were walking across this bridge, looking down at this beautiful water. There were ducks in the water and we laughed and then he kissed me.
I woke up from the dream slowly, almost like it was really happening and then disappearing from me.
Then I looked over, and there he was next to me. Just like in my dreams. Only his arm wasn't around me and he wasn't looking at me. He was sound asleep, clutching his pillow.
And, God, where was my head? I leaned over and tried to kiss him!!!!!
How could I do that?
How?
What on Earth could make me want to--Oh God! I hate myself for it. Wonderful. Now I actually have something in common with Jen. I hate us both.
And, if I had kissed him--what would have--If I had kissed Dawson, he kissed Jen earlier. It would have been like kissing her. Gross, gross, gross!!!
*****
A few hours later, Dawson's alarm sounded, waking them both up. Joey stayed where she was, the closet her sanctuary. She'd fallen asleep there after finishing her entry, and was lying on the floor, his corduroy jacket doubling as her pillow. She felt safe behind the closet doors, like if no one saw her, no one could hurt her.
He peeked in and saw what he thought was a sleeping Joey. He gently touched her hair and whispered in her ear.
"Morning Joey. Today's a new day. I just hope I can get through it."