Chapter two

"Joey……uhhh hi." Dawson said as he tried to get the words out.

"Uh..hi." Joey tried to manage a smirk on her face , but she was still in aw. Dawson's hair was still wet from his shower. His abs tight and fit, his face as innocent as an infant, and his towel draped around his waist. " Uh.. Dawson.. did I come at the wrong time…." Why are you asking that when you know what he is going to say…but man he looks hot like that! Joey thought to herself as she got into Dawson's room.
"Well, tell me this Jo… how would you feel if I walked in on you when you just got out of the shower?" Dawson said as he moved to his closet.

"Well, actually now that you mention it….." Joey…think…don't tell you're secret now…you'll never be able forgive yourself… "Actually…I would want to kick you in the crotch and make sure you don't get up" Good Job, Joey…Well done!
"Exactly, but I wouldn't exactly do all of those things.." Joey laughed at the sound of that.

"Joey…"

"Ya, Dawson?"

"Could you do something for me?"

"Ya, sure anything….except strip."

Dawson rolled his eyes.

"Could you get out so I can change?"

"Oh, ya right, sure." Joey went out the window and sat down on Dawson's roof.
After about 5 minutes, Dawson opened the window and came out on the roof.

"Hey, Jo.. long time no see." Joey smirked at the comment. "You have to believe that that really wasn't one of my finest moments .. right?" Dawson said as he sat next to Joey.

"Oh no, Dawson, I actually thought that it was one of the best damn moments of you're small pathetic life."
"So what were you day dreaming about out here looking out at the lake?" Dawson asked as he nudged on the shoulder.

"A boy…if you can believe it. He was charming, sweet, caring and it was going great until….. he found someone that he loved and left me in the dust." Joey looked at the ground in sadness.
"Jo .. this guy wouldn't by any chance, and this is a long shot, but…is it the guy from the movie we saw last night?" Joey hit him on the arm with a smile on her face and laughed a little. Dawson started to laugh so hard, it looked like he would die. So, Joey hit him again, disgusted by him.
"You are so wrong, Dawson!" Joey said as she got up from the roof, heading for the ladder.

"Ok, this I know is true… Drew Barrymore is so hot and no movie can tell me that she isn't because I know its true, and that's a fact!"

"Whatever. I'll see ya later, Dawson." "See you later, Jo."
Joey walked into the door with a huge smile on her face. When Bessie saw her, Joey just walked by, too busy in her thoughts to even notice her sister.

"Umm.. how about 'Hi, Bessie'.. or 'What's up?!"

" Oh Bessie did you say something?" Bessie started to laugh when she said that.

"Oh ha ha! That's very funny, Jo! So.. what happened to you...all happy and smiley and didn't you just come back from Dawson's?" she asked, her hands in her hips. Joey was looking up at the ceiling, smiling, and biting her bottom lip. "Joey Potter, tell me, and tell me right now, about what happened!"
Bessie dragged Joey to the couch and sat her down. "Ok.." Joey pulled her hair behind her ears, like she usually does when she has to say something great.

"Oh my gosh…this is going to be good!" Bessie said.
".. So I was climbing into Dawson' room, and I started to say something as I went in…..well, when I looked up .. all Dawson had on was a white towel!!! Ehhh!!!!!" Joey's faced glowed when she said it.
"You must have been in heaven!" Bessie said. "What does that mean exactly?" Bessie said out of curiosity.

"Nothing really, but you should of seen him , Bess, I mean he was so dreamy and hot and really amazing!"
"Well, Joey, I think you need you make you're move and soon because sooner or later he is going to go back to Jen and you will never get you're chance," she reminded her. Joey sighed, knowing she was right.
"Ok, Dawson .. movie night will never begin until you put you're clothes and steep away from the TV." Joey said as she covered her eyes and went through the window. It had been a week since she had seen Dawson in only a towel, still unable to get the image out of her head. All she had done was dream about it since that day.

"Ha Ha, very funny Jo! Now lets just start the movie!" Joey hopped on the bed and grabbed the "Jaws" stuffed animal. Dawson smirked, bending down and retrieving the movie , putting it into the VCR. All the while Joey's gaze was on his butt, unable to tear her gaze from it. Finally as he stood up, she was able to tear her gaze away, focusing on the stuffed animal in her hands.

"So… what movie are we watching tonight?" she asked.

Dawson grinned. "You'll see," he said as he reached over and turned the light out. A few minutes later, Joey looked down near the VCR, at the movie case.

"Friday the 13th!!" she exclaimed. "No way! I'm not watching that!" she told him as she began to get up. Dawson grabbed her arm, making sure she didn't shut it off.

"Aww, C'mon Jo, it'll be fine," he assured her. "Besides, I'm right here beside you."

Joey crossed her arms, joining Dawson as he leaned against the headboard. "Fine." The two watched the movie for a while, Joey feeling her heart rate speed up whenever a scary part came on the screen…or whenever her arm brushed up against his.

Suddenly Joey jumped, scared by the scene playing, and grabbed Dawson's arm, hiding her face in his chest. Dawson laughed. He loved scaring her. Dawson then stopped laughing as he smelled her hair. Her perfume spelled like a garden of flowers, her mother's perfume.
Joey looked up. Dawson and her eyes connected. They both leaned in…….