"Dawson, wake up." said Joey.
"Hmm?" he said, pulling his face up from the pillow."
"I said, wake up." she said.
"What day is it." he said, face falling back to the pillow.
"It's Sunday Dawson." she said.
"Sunday?" he said, suddenly pushing himself up on his elbows.
"Yes, yesterday was Saturday." she said looking at him oddly.
"Dawson, are you okay, did those steroids mess up your brain?" she said, laughing.
"Very funny Joey, I just dreamed my whole Sunday. Whatever we do, we don't watch any movies."
"Okay. That makes no sense, but, whatever you want."
"I'm starving." he said.
"Join the club. Your moms in the kitchen. She made pancakes." said Joey walking down the steps. Dawson got up out of bed and followed her down the steps.
"Fix your hair, Dawson." said Gail Leery who was huddling over the stove.
"Yea, please do Dawson." said his dad, taking a sip of coffee.
"Fine." he said, walking to the bathroom to fix his hair. "This better?" he said walking back to the kitchen.
"Much. How are you feeling." said his dad.
"Better. Still a bit winded, but better."
"Get out of the house after breakfast, fresh air will do you good." his dad said. They ate and by ten forty were walking towards town.
"Joey. Lately I get the feeling that you don't like me as a friend." said Dawson.
"Why."
"I don't know, you tell me." he said.
"I meant, why does it matter to you."
"Because. Maybe it's the same for me."
"More than friends, maybe, but Dawson, just because I know everything about you, it doesn't mean much."
"One year Joey."
"Dawson, stop!." she said. "All day it's been one year! All week. All month. All year!" she said. "We cross that road when we get to it." she said.
"It's only fall for goodness sakes. How are we going to spend this year."
"Arguing? That seems to be what we do often."
"Oh leave it Dawson." she shouted. She stopped walking.
"Joe." he said, getting cut off.
"Don't Joe me. Dawson, I'm upset as you. But you keep reminding me over and over. All those years aren't over yet. And every day you imply it."
"I don't mean to it's just that, I don't like change, and you know that."
"I do, and you have to see that there's always change Dawson. No matter where you go. It would bore you after a while." she said. She started to walk again.
"What does this mean." he said.
"I think we should take a break from being friends ." she said.
"Me too." he said.
"Fine."
"Figure never talking again." he yelled. Silence.
"Dawson." she said, running back to him. "You, ah, busy next Friday?" she said.
"Yea, after six." he said.
"The usual, a movie?" she said.
"Sounds good. But what about now?" he said.
"Pizza, come on. I'm treating you."
"Treating me? As in giving me a treat? What am I, a dog?" he said laughing.
"You have enough o two to laugh." she said, laughing back.
"Wow, de ja vo." he said.
"Hmm?"
"Never mind. I'll explain later." he said.
"Dawson, where are we on this long road of friendship." She said suddenly.
"The middle." he said laughing.
"I thought so." she smiled.
"Hmm?" he said, pulling his face up from the pillow."
"I said, wake up." she said.
"What day is it." he said, face falling back to the pillow.
"It's Sunday Dawson." she said.
"Sunday?" he said, suddenly pushing himself up on his elbows.
"Yes, yesterday was Saturday." she said looking at him oddly.
"Dawson, are you okay, did those steroids mess up your brain?" she said, laughing.
"Very funny Joey, I just dreamed my whole Sunday. Whatever we do, we don't watch any movies."
"Okay. That makes no sense, but, whatever you want."
"I'm starving." he said.
"Join the club. Your moms in the kitchen. She made pancakes." said Joey walking down the steps. Dawson got up out of bed and followed her down the steps.
"Fix your hair, Dawson." said Gail Leery who was huddling over the stove.
"Yea, please do Dawson." said his dad, taking a sip of coffee.
"Fine." he said, walking to the bathroom to fix his hair. "This better?" he said walking back to the kitchen.
"Much. How are you feeling." said his dad.
"Better. Still a bit winded, but better."
"Get out of the house after breakfast, fresh air will do you good." his dad said. They ate and by ten forty were walking towards town.
"Joey. Lately I get the feeling that you don't like me as a friend." said Dawson.
"Why."
"I don't know, you tell me." he said.
"I meant, why does it matter to you."
"Because. Maybe it's the same for me."
"More than friends, maybe, but Dawson, just because I know everything about you, it doesn't mean much."
"One year Joey."
"Dawson, stop!." she said. "All day it's been one year! All week. All month. All year!" she said. "We cross that road when we get to it." she said.
"It's only fall for goodness sakes. How are we going to spend this year."
"Arguing? That seems to be what we do often."
"Oh leave it Dawson." she shouted. She stopped walking.
"Joe." he said, getting cut off.
"Don't Joe me. Dawson, I'm upset as you. But you keep reminding me over and over. All those years aren't over yet. And every day you imply it."
"I don't mean to it's just that, I don't like change, and you know that."
"I do, and you have to see that there's always change Dawson. No matter where you go. It would bore you after a while." she said. She started to walk again.
"What does this mean." he said.
"I think we should take a break from being friends ." she said.
"Me too." he said.
"Fine."
"Figure never talking again." he yelled. Silence.
"Dawson." she said, running back to him. "You, ah, busy next Friday?" she said.
"Yea, after six." he said.
"The usual, a movie?" she said.
"Sounds good. But what about now?" he said.
"Pizza, come on. I'm treating you."
"Treating me? As in giving me a treat? What am I, a dog?" he said laughing.
"You have enough o two to laugh." she said, laughing back.
"Wow, de ja vo." he said.
"Hmm?"
"Never mind. I'll explain later." he said.
"Dawson, where are we on this long road of friendship." She said suddenly.
"The middle." he said laughing.
"I thought so." she smiled.