Sweet Dreams(Part IV) I Think I'll Give it a Try
Personal message: Hi! It's me again! Matahari.(Matahari91@aol.com) I decided to write yet another part to my other series Sweet Dreams so I hope you enjoy it! It is the part leading up to my big idea, so tell me what you think!
Disclaimers:The same as before. Still no answer on who wrote that song in the last one, probably because it's older. Oh well. Also, there's an English teacher in this one. I haven't given him a name because sooner or later they'll probably have one and I don't think my chances of getting it right are pretty good. So, I just refer to him as their English teacher.
Spoilers: Well, there's virtually no spoilers in this one. But tell me. Would you actually read fanfic if you haven't seen the show? I don't know. Maybe you would. You tell me.
Rating: I'd say it was probably PG or maybe even G. Can you believe that?
Setting: In school, after my previous fanfic.
THANK YOU!!!! : I know this may be getting tiring to some people but this is the main reason why I continue writing. Not only because I love the show and the concept of Dawson and Joey together but also the fact that there are such nice people out there who write to me about my work so I can make it even better or just make me feel good. Time is a hot commodity nowadays and there's not a lot of it. I know. This is the reason why I'm so glad when people take the time to write and send me feedback. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart!
I Think I'll Give it a Try
Joey took her seat before English class started. She knew Dawson was in school. She had seen him earlier. He had looked as dazed and upset as he felt. She could only imagine what would happen when the finally met face to face. She wanted to delay that time, however, for as long as possible so she had avoided him throughout the day, but this was one time where she couldn't avoid him.
She couldn't afford to miss a class. Not if she wanted as perfect a record as possible to get a scholarship to a good college. So, she was determined to try to ignore Dawson throughout the period. Things, however, didn't go according to plan...
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Dawson took a deep breath before entering the room. He brushed his hair back with his fingers and glanced sidewards into the class. There was Joey. Just the sight of her made his heart feel lighter and his eyes shone with beholding her radiance.
She was so beautiful. Her shiny brown hair was pulled behind one ear as she rested her head on her chin. She was determinedly staring at her desk as if she saw something amazing that nobody else could see, but Dawson knew better. He knew she was avoiding him.
From what she'd written, he could tell that she expected him to hate her, but that was exactly opposite to the way he felt. He would love her no matter what she did. He stepped though the door hoping to see the expression on Joey's face to give a clue to how *she* felt.
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Joey felt Dawson come into the room. She didn't know how, but she just got this weird feeling that he was watching her. He was standing in the front of the room, staring at her.
For a split second, her eyes met his, and there was this connection. She shuddered by the strength of it. The look she saw in his eyes was one of adoration, not of hate as she had expected. However, intermingled with the adoration, was a look of intense and deep, heart-felt pain. She couldn't stand it. She quickly looked down, but couldn't control the deep blush that spread across her cheeks, making her feel all the more conspicuous.
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When he entered the room, Dawsonn was surprised when Joey's eyes met his. The look on her face...it touched his soul. Her eyes...her beautiful, telling eyes, were filled with so much hurt that he could barely contain the urge to go to her right then and there and wrap his arms around her. The fact that made him resist this urge however, was that he realized he was the one who was causing the pain, although it had definitely never been his intention.
He was so depressed at that moment of revelation. He felt there was nothing he could do to make her feel better. He felt so helpless, so not in control. when she lowered her eyes, and a dark pink colored her cheeks, she looked all the more beautiful and unattainable.
After he decided that there was nothing he could do at the moment, he sat down in his seat. One column to the left and two rows behind from Joey. As he sat however, he couldn't help but think of anything but her.
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"Class," the teacher stated after the bell rang, "For your midterm, you and an assigned partner will perform a skit from one of the works you have read this year. Actually, now that I think about it, a videotape of a skit a about one of the works you've read this year would be even better. Don't you think class?"
The whole class groaned with the expected workload. Oh course, however, Dawson was too occupied with daydreaming about Joey to realize what was going on.
"Okay. Would anyone like to demonstrate what you'll have to do for your projects? You'll get extra credit."
Joey raised her hand. It would be a little embarrasing, but the extra points would be worth it.
"Anyone else?" asked the teacher. "Well, we can't have a skit with just one person can we? Let's see...who'll be my next victim?...Dawson Leery. Mr Leery, I hear you're interested in movies. Is that correct?"
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Dawson, drawn out of his trance said confusedly, "Um, yes sir."
"So, have you ever considered acting?"
"Well, actually, not really." replied Dawson.
"Mr. Leery, I will just have to suggest that you reconsider immediately and come up to the front of the room. Your leading lady can only have so much patience."
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When her English teacher had called out Dawson's name, Joey had opened her eyes in shock. She desperately though of a way to get out of the untimely situation she had gotten herself into. No amount of points could ever compare to the trauma that she would go through to be so close to him, so early. She definitely wasn't prepared for this. When finding no escape however, she tried to collect herself as much as she could and got ready for another torture session.
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"Leading lady?" wondered Dawson, "what does he mean my leading--" he stopped midthought as he glanced up at the front of the room. There was Joey. Not wanting to give up an chance to be near her, Dawson said, trying to sound casual, "I think I'll give it a try." and walked hurridly up to the front.
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