The next morning Dawson was relying heavily on the poorly made coffee at
work as he logged his first few hours of footage for his documentary. He
barely slept the night before at Joey's because he couldn't stop his mind
from racing and now paid the price. It was barely noon and Dawson was
already dozing off in front of the machines, taking a few sips of his now
cold coffee, hoping he could make it through the afternoon until he could
go home and nap. There weren't any plans with Joey today because of work
stuff so he had time to relax and reprocess what kept him awake the
previous night.
"Hey Dawson, wake up," Jason Peterson said, tossing a large ball of paper at Dawson's head, which was now sitting lightly on his chest after falling asleep again.
"What? What's going on?" Dawson asked, confused and looking around to remember what he was doing.
"Dude you were falling asleep, late night?" Jason jokes, playing with his metal rimmed glasses as he dropped a stack of tapes on the table next to Dawson.
"Yeah I couldn't sleep," Dawson said, wincing as he took another sip of cold coffee before pushing it away from him.
"Girlfriend keeping you up?" Jason teased, pulling a chair up next to him.
"Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Dawson asked, rubbing his head.
"Really? Who's the hot chick that comes in here with you sometimes and you're always running off to see at lunch and after work?" Jason asked, suddenly interested.
"Joey? No she's my best friend, well ex-girlfriend but best friend," Dawson said, noticing the smile that suddenly came to Jason's face. "Why?"
"Well I mean I just thought she was your girlfriend because you guys spend so much time together, she's crazy hot Dawson how can you just be friends with a woman like that?" Jason laughed, lounging back in his chair, readjusting the baseball cap on his head.
"You think she's pretty?" Dawson asked, wondering if Jason was the answer to his problems.
"Heck yeah, if I had a friend like that, I would be doing her all day long, everyone thinks she's hot around here, you should hear what they say when you're gone," Jason laughed, rubbing his stomach. Dawson grinned from ear to ear. Jason was another student in the independent film program Dawson was in and Jason had quite a reputation. He was known for being lewd and vulgar at times and always hitting on women around him without caring if he or they had a significant other.
"She's single you know? Would you be interested in having dinner with sometime?" Dawson said with a smug smile.
"Hell yes, are you serious?" Jason asked, shocked that Dawson was offering to set him up with the woman that all the men drooled over in the office.
"You bet I am, how about dinner this week?" Dawson asked, trying to hide his joy.
"That'd be great, here's my number, talk to your friend and set it up, I'm free anytime, thanks Dawson," Jason said, grabbing his tapes and leaving with a large grin.
Dawson took the piece of paper and burst out laughing. Jason was such a jerk and the one time Joey met him she even said he was repulsive. There is no way Joey would go for someone like him and Dawson knew that she would barely survive a meal with him. Then he was released from trying to set her up with someone, Jason would blow it and act like a jerk and Joey would take off early, hopefully dropping the subject of dating. Yes, Dawson thought, then things would go back to the way they were.
Calling Joey later on to tell her about Jason, she seemed surprised he found someone so fast, but she was pleased, agreeing to dinner on Thursday night. Suddenly wide-awake, Dawson went to talk with Jason, telling him to meet Joey at Scout Bar in Tribeca Thursday for dinner and drinks. Jason could barely hide his excitement, thanking Dawson repeatedly and giving him a hug and a slap on the back. Dawson spent the rest of the afternoon logging more video for his documentary while making notes about what footage he needed to re-shoot and what he was still missing. He tried to concentrate but he couldn't. Part of him felt bad for deliberately setting Joey up on a bad date with a total jerk, but he knew she would forgive him.
Thursday afternoon Dawson left work early and went immediately over to Joey's apartment while she got ready for her dinner with Jason. The last two days Jason bragged to the guys at the office about his date with Dawson's hot friend, making a few lewd comments about Joey and what he wanted to do after dinner. It took all of Dawson's restraint not to hit him across the face, but he kept it to himself, promising to make Jason pay in other ways later on.
"Dawson what do you think the red dress or the black one?" Joey called, hearing him enter the apartment, tossing his bag and keys on the counter.
"Neither, I would opt for a nice sweater and baggy jeans, you know showing zero skin," he yelled back, sitting on the couch as she paraded out with the dresses in her hands. His particular favorite was the red one, which was strapless and cut on a diagonal. She wore it to his office Christmas party this year and looked great. He liked the black one too though, remembering how she looked when they went to see a play and both dressed up for a night on the town.
"Funny film boy, pick it's one or the other," she said, shaking the dresses so he would choose.
"Black," he sighed and picked up a magazine, watching her quickly retreat out of the living room area and back over to her bed and changing area.
"How was your day?" she called, voice slightly muffled by the changing of her clothes.
"Fine, more logging and notes on what I have to work on next week when I have the film equipment," he said, getting up to get something to drink.
"Well let me know where you're shooting and I'll deliver lunch for you and the guys again," she called, applying makeup to her face.
"Sounds good, if you have the free time too I could use your help with equipment and stuff," he said, stirring around the kitchen.
"I'll see what I can do, maybe one of the days but my supervisor just gave me another assignment so I'll see how that goes," she said, stepping out from her changing area and turned to show him her outfit.
"You look beautiful," he smiled, looking her up and down in her black knit dress and maroon shawl with her hair curled and fastened with butterfly clips.
"Thank you," she giggled, kissing his cheek as she grabbed her small purse and did a quick check before she would leave.
"Do you ah mind if I stay here for a bit, I think clearer here," Dawson lied, setting his watch to see how long it would take for Joey to leave her date in disgust.
"Yeah that's fine, just you know lock up when you leave, I'll call you later or tomorrow," she said, giving him a quick wave before shutting the door behind her.
It was now 9 p.m. and Joey had been gone for over two hours. Dawson was still at her apartment, checking his watch and wondering what was going on and what was taking so long. Finally tired of watching informercials and reading her magazines, he got up to leave, leaving her a note and then deciding to conveniently walk by Scout Bar to see if he could spot them. The bar was crowded for a Thursday night and Dawson peered through the window, scanning through the crowd for them. When he couldn't find them, he began to worry, turning the volume up on his cell phone in case she would call and Dawson headed home to get some rest. He sat up until 2 a.m., waiting to hear from her, worrying about her, wondering what was going on. His mind began to race with images of her lying in a gutter or wandering around the streets confused and lost. Okay so he was being over dramatic but still, he thought for sure this would be a bust and Joey would have returned to her apartment or called him not long after meeting Jason. Unable to stay awake any longer, he fell into a deep sleep, still dressed in his clothes, but with his cell phone volume turned on high so he would hear it if it rings, but it never did.
"Hey Dawson, wake up," Jason Peterson said, tossing a large ball of paper at Dawson's head, which was now sitting lightly on his chest after falling asleep again.
"What? What's going on?" Dawson asked, confused and looking around to remember what he was doing.
"Dude you were falling asleep, late night?" Jason jokes, playing with his metal rimmed glasses as he dropped a stack of tapes on the table next to Dawson.
"Yeah I couldn't sleep," Dawson said, wincing as he took another sip of cold coffee before pushing it away from him.
"Girlfriend keeping you up?" Jason teased, pulling a chair up next to him.
"Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Dawson asked, rubbing his head.
"Really? Who's the hot chick that comes in here with you sometimes and you're always running off to see at lunch and after work?" Jason asked, suddenly interested.
"Joey? No she's my best friend, well ex-girlfriend but best friend," Dawson said, noticing the smile that suddenly came to Jason's face. "Why?"
"Well I mean I just thought she was your girlfriend because you guys spend so much time together, she's crazy hot Dawson how can you just be friends with a woman like that?" Jason laughed, lounging back in his chair, readjusting the baseball cap on his head.
"You think she's pretty?" Dawson asked, wondering if Jason was the answer to his problems.
"Heck yeah, if I had a friend like that, I would be doing her all day long, everyone thinks she's hot around here, you should hear what they say when you're gone," Jason laughed, rubbing his stomach. Dawson grinned from ear to ear. Jason was another student in the independent film program Dawson was in and Jason had quite a reputation. He was known for being lewd and vulgar at times and always hitting on women around him without caring if he or they had a significant other.
"She's single you know? Would you be interested in having dinner with sometime?" Dawson said with a smug smile.
"Hell yes, are you serious?" Jason asked, shocked that Dawson was offering to set him up with the woman that all the men drooled over in the office.
"You bet I am, how about dinner this week?" Dawson asked, trying to hide his joy.
"That'd be great, here's my number, talk to your friend and set it up, I'm free anytime, thanks Dawson," Jason said, grabbing his tapes and leaving with a large grin.
Dawson took the piece of paper and burst out laughing. Jason was such a jerk and the one time Joey met him she even said he was repulsive. There is no way Joey would go for someone like him and Dawson knew that she would barely survive a meal with him. Then he was released from trying to set her up with someone, Jason would blow it and act like a jerk and Joey would take off early, hopefully dropping the subject of dating. Yes, Dawson thought, then things would go back to the way they were.
Calling Joey later on to tell her about Jason, she seemed surprised he found someone so fast, but she was pleased, agreeing to dinner on Thursday night. Suddenly wide-awake, Dawson went to talk with Jason, telling him to meet Joey at Scout Bar in Tribeca Thursday for dinner and drinks. Jason could barely hide his excitement, thanking Dawson repeatedly and giving him a hug and a slap on the back. Dawson spent the rest of the afternoon logging more video for his documentary while making notes about what footage he needed to re-shoot and what he was still missing. He tried to concentrate but he couldn't. Part of him felt bad for deliberately setting Joey up on a bad date with a total jerk, but he knew she would forgive him.
Thursday afternoon Dawson left work early and went immediately over to Joey's apartment while she got ready for her dinner with Jason. The last two days Jason bragged to the guys at the office about his date with Dawson's hot friend, making a few lewd comments about Joey and what he wanted to do after dinner. It took all of Dawson's restraint not to hit him across the face, but he kept it to himself, promising to make Jason pay in other ways later on.
"Dawson what do you think the red dress or the black one?" Joey called, hearing him enter the apartment, tossing his bag and keys on the counter.
"Neither, I would opt for a nice sweater and baggy jeans, you know showing zero skin," he yelled back, sitting on the couch as she paraded out with the dresses in her hands. His particular favorite was the red one, which was strapless and cut on a diagonal. She wore it to his office Christmas party this year and looked great. He liked the black one too though, remembering how she looked when they went to see a play and both dressed up for a night on the town.
"Funny film boy, pick it's one or the other," she said, shaking the dresses so he would choose.
"Black," he sighed and picked up a magazine, watching her quickly retreat out of the living room area and back over to her bed and changing area.
"How was your day?" she called, voice slightly muffled by the changing of her clothes.
"Fine, more logging and notes on what I have to work on next week when I have the film equipment," he said, getting up to get something to drink.
"Well let me know where you're shooting and I'll deliver lunch for you and the guys again," she called, applying makeup to her face.
"Sounds good, if you have the free time too I could use your help with equipment and stuff," he said, stirring around the kitchen.
"I'll see what I can do, maybe one of the days but my supervisor just gave me another assignment so I'll see how that goes," she said, stepping out from her changing area and turned to show him her outfit.
"You look beautiful," he smiled, looking her up and down in her black knit dress and maroon shawl with her hair curled and fastened with butterfly clips.
"Thank you," she giggled, kissing his cheek as she grabbed her small purse and did a quick check before she would leave.
"Do you ah mind if I stay here for a bit, I think clearer here," Dawson lied, setting his watch to see how long it would take for Joey to leave her date in disgust.
"Yeah that's fine, just you know lock up when you leave, I'll call you later or tomorrow," she said, giving him a quick wave before shutting the door behind her.
It was now 9 p.m. and Joey had been gone for over two hours. Dawson was still at her apartment, checking his watch and wondering what was going on and what was taking so long. Finally tired of watching informercials and reading her magazines, he got up to leave, leaving her a note and then deciding to conveniently walk by Scout Bar to see if he could spot them. The bar was crowded for a Thursday night and Dawson peered through the window, scanning through the crowd for them. When he couldn't find them, he began to worry, turning the volume up on his cell phone in case she would call and Dawson headed home to get some rest. He sat up until 2 a.m., waiting to hear from her, worrying about her, wondering what was going on. His mind began to race with images of her lying in a gutter or wandering around the streets confused and lost. Okay so he was being over dramatic but still, he thought for sure this would be a bust and Joey would have returned to her apartment or called him not long after meeting Jason. Unable to stay awake any longer, he fell into a deep sleep, still dressed in his clothes, but with his cell phone volume turned on high so he would hear it if it rings, but it never did.
