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"Joey, it's me." he said pausing the movie. He got up and went towards the bathroom, Joey followed.
"Is it your asthma?"she said.
"Yup." he said opening the medicine cabinet and taking out his inhaler.
"Great." she said folding her arms. She walked back to his room and fell back onto his bed. Dawson returned. He had his inhaler in his hand.
"Just in case." he said dangling it from his hands.
"Your sure your alright?" Joey says.
"Yes, Joey." Dawson points out and turns off the light. He presses play on the remote.
"Your sure?" she says. He pauses the movie.
"Yes, am I going to have to start calling you Josephine to make you stop?" he says.
"I was just making sure. If you keel over and die during the movie, you can be sure that I will tell your parents I asked you if you were okay. It doesn't matter. Just press play." she says.
"No, I am not pressing play until you tell me what this is about." he says.
"What?"
"Why are you upset Joey." Dawson says turning the lights back on. He stood by the door, arms crossed.
"Nothing. I was just being protective, that's all." she said. "We have one year together Dawson, until college. This one year decides our future and we have been friends for as long as I can remember." she said, silence following it.
"Joey." he says. He sits next to Joey on the bed. "It's not the end of the world."
"Whatever. Its not worth an argue." she said. Silence. Joey laughs.
"Whats so funny?" he said, chuckling himself. For reasons that were not obvious, they were laughing. Joey got up and chased him around the house, laughter being exchanged. After a few minutes, Dawson stopped laughing. And Joey did too.
"Dawson, are you okay?" she said rushing to his side near the kitchen table. He couldn't speak. He sat down, his chest heaving up and down. Joey ran upstairs to his room, found his inhaler on his bed and ran down the stairs toward the kitchen. "Dawson, can you speak?" she said handing him his inhaler.
"Joey, it's me." he said pausing the movie. He got up and went towards the bathroom, Joey followed.
"Is it your asthma?"she said.
"Yup." he said opening the medicine cabinet and taking out his inhaler.
"Great." she said folding her arms. She walked back to his room and fell back onto his bed. Dawson returned. He had his inhaler in his hand.
"Just in case." he said dangling it from his hands.
"Your sure your alright?" Joey says.
"Yes, Joey." Dawson points out and turns off the light. He presses play on the remote.
"Your sure?" she says. He pauses the movie.
"Yes, am I going to have to start calling you Josephine to make you stop?" he says.
"I was just making sure. If you keel over and die during the movie, you can be sure that I will tell your parents I asked you if you were okay. It doesn't matter. Just press play." she says.
"No, I am not pressing play until you tell me what this is about." he says.
"What?"
"Why are you upset Joey." Dawson says turning the lights back on. He stood by the door, arms crossed.
"Nothing. I was just being protective, that's all." she said. "We have one year together Dawson, until college. This one year decides our future and we have been friends for as long as I can remember." she said, silence following it.
"Joey." he says. He sits next to Joey on the bed. "It's not the end of the world."
"Whatever. Its not worth an argue." she said. Silence. Joey laughs.
"Whats so funny?" he said, chuckling himself. For reasons that were not obvious, they were laughing. Joey got up and chased him around the house, laughter being exchanged. After a few minutes, Dawson stopped laughing. And Joey did too.
"Dawson, are you okay?" she said rushing to his side near the kitchen table. He couldn't speak. He sat down, his chest heaving up and down. Joey ran upstairs to his room, found his inhaler on his bed and ran down the stairs toward the kitchen. "Dawson, can you speak?" she said handing him his inhaler.