Dreaming - Movie Night
Disclaimer- just borrowing
Note- Joey's thoughts in Italics
Dawson reaches blindly across his bed for popcorn, his hand brushing Joey's thigh before swooping into the glass bowl beside it and rising to stuff the salted snack into his mouth, never once letting his avid gaze leave the screen.
Joey sighs discontentedly, unknowingly scowling at Dawson as the previous days events flood back into her mind. Gosh, how much sexual teasing can a girl take she thinks sarcastically to herself, the humour wasted as Dawson is in no state to hear.
Not that he'd want to know anyway… my unrequited love for him and a near kiss with Pacey. A near kiss with Pacey! Yuck. How the hell did that happen? Pacey, with his absurd pudding bowl haircut and his annoying, sniping remarks. Pacey: the ludicrous, the deprived horn-dog. He probably has a thousand pornos under his bed. Not that he'll get any soon… or ever.
"Joey!"
"Huh?"
"That was the second time I called you." Dawson explains in an astonished tone, blinking away wide eyes. "The movie finished two minutes ago. Are you not feeling up to gratification by articulation tonight?"
"You want to discover my instinctual reaction to the movie by quizzing me before considered analysis?" Says Joey slowly.
"Are you ok Joey?" Asks Dawson, looking at her more closely for the first time that night. For the first time ever. Her hesitant brown eyes rise from the pattern of the bedspread, and she can feel her heart shivering a little. What would he see?
"Are you sure you've been getting enough sleep? You really don't look that brilliant." The compliment is cast off as he hops down from the bed and presses rewind manually. Joey feels herself smiling as she recalls Pacey spilling soda in the remote, making the batteries stick together, and doing god-knows-what to the internals, so that it wouldn't work even with new ones.
A glower quickly overtakes her glow when she realises Pacey is on her mind again. I'll have to stick a couple of pornos in there to keep him company she quips to herself, complete with bitchy smirk, until an awareness of what that would entail develops and reprimands her mind. She can just imagine Pacey chortling, blue eyes dancing in glee.
"Joey?"
Dammit. She actually jumps this time as Dawson nearly shouts her name.
"What's bothering you? I saw a film like this once. A girl was possessed by the…"
She blanks Dawson out. Raging hormones. Look what they are doing to me. I'm becoming a girl with less intelligent thought processes than Pamela Anderson's breasts. They'd keep Pacey really good company some dark part of her mind offers, and she groans externally.
Focus. "… but in the finale the audience were to understand that she was the demon and not possessed at all. It was incredibly thought provoking."
"And I missed it." Says Joey, having heard just enough to grasp it hadn't been a movie night offering.
"Indeed, Miss Josephine you did not have the delight." Comes Pacey's voice from the doorway, accompanied by a queer lurch of her heart.
" Oh dear, Dawson, did you pass up Pacey's favourite mighty ducks movie to watch something that required an IQ." Says Joey mocking the boy her eyes shoot daggers at, even as they appraise his handsome face, those magnetic eyes, and clever smirk.
Smirk. She begins to recognise that his opening shot can be meant in another way. In a way that referred to that day in her house.
"Anyways, how are you doing Dawson, old friend." He ambles into the room, and sinks onto his knees at Dawson's bed, lifting the cover and feeling underneath.
Before Dawson can speak, Joey's voice comes, clear and condescending. "Looking for your marbles?"
"Nope… my other brain cell."
"To keep the one you have left company."
"No, to be friends with your single one. She doesn't much like the one I currently own. Strikes me as a bit of an ice queen." His retort is a little breathless, as his searching task becomes more arduous.
"Moron."
"Prude."
"Dumb-Ass"
"Guys quit it," Dawson finally cuts in, bringing their quick fire round of insults to a halt. "As entertaining and thoroughly comforting as an illustration of the steady state of the universe as you are, I am curious as to what you are doing under my bed Pacey."
At this point, Pacey's head pops up, a winning smile breaking his cheeks. "Found it," he gasps, holding up a crumpled piece of paper in one fist.
"What is it Pacey?" Inquires Dawson.
"My math homework."
"What. You're gonna hand it in like that?" Exclaims Joey incredulously.
"Well yeah… I'll say the dog chewed but did not eat." He says, backing out of the door. "And taking the lowly way out of Dawson's palace, here I go. See you later guys."
"You ready for another film Joey?"
"Yes." Her reply is quick. It'd save her from trying to make comments on one she only caught glimpses of in between the ferocious working of her mind. However, as Dawson's weight settles onto to the bed beside her again, she can't help wondering when movie night became such a task.
In the darkened room, the TV lights flicker over Dawson's face intermittently highlighting and shadowing the blond of his hair, the angle of his cheeks, as Joey watches on, frowning.