This is a continuation of the season finale…
Everything had gotten a bit hazy. Dawson wasn’t sure if this was really happening. He half expected to wake up from this surreal experience which could only have been conjured up in a dream. But the reality of the situation was right in front of him. In fact, it was gently tugging on his lower lip. Dawson was somewhat a novice when it came to kissing, but it certainly did not take an expert to determine that the kiss he and his best friend were sharing would be the one to which he compared all that followed. He had enjoyed kissing Jen, but her aggressive style was somewhat unpleasant. But like everything else in their relationship, Dawson and Joey’s mouths seem to compliment each other perfectly. There was no awkwardness, but rather a strangely high degree a comfort. Their lips danced delicately around each other as if controlled by one overwhelming thought. Finally, though, after what seemed like forever, they broke apart, if only to see the other’s reaction. They remained in each other’s arms, their foreheads gently touching.
Joey (with a sheepish grin): Gee dawson, I guess you did learn something from watching all those movies.
Dawson: That was pretty dramatic huh?
J: I especially liked the way you spun me around. Very Cary Grant-ish.
D: Really? I was kinda going for more of a James Dean…
J: Yeah right. Rebel without a clue.
D: Come on, have I been that ignorant of your feelings?
J: Let’s put it this way Dawson, if I had to make it any more clear, you would still be unconscious from the stick I had to hit you over the head with. (she begins to giggle)
D: Oh, that’s funny is it? I’ll give you something to laugh about…
She shrieks as he begins tickling her and the both tumble onto the bed. After a moment he stops and brushes her hair out of her eyes.
D: I’m sorry Jo, I didn’t mean to be so insensitive. But you know what they say… love is blind!
Joey’s eyes light up at this last part.
J: So… you think it’s…uh…
D: Love? Of course I love you Jo, I always have. The question is am I IN love with you?
J: ( a bit sheepish) So, are you?
D: Well, I’m not exactly sure. I mean I’m only 15. For a while I thought I was in love with Jen. I’m not sure I even know what love is.
J: (a bit annoyed) oh boy…Mr. Analytical rears his ugly head…
D: But what I do know is that feeling for you run 100 times deeper than my feeling for her ever did. (Joey flashes her patented crooked smile) You are my world, Jo. I don’t feel complete unless you are a part of my life.
J: Dawson…
D: What I’m trying to say is…yes…I love you. I’m head over heals in love with you. And while I can’t be absolutely sure this is ‘true’ love, I don’t really care. To tell you the truth, even I’m getting a little sick of analyzing things to death.
J: Well Amen to that!
D: (a bit unsure) So… can I assume the feeling’s mutual?
J: No way! I’ve been playing you like a fiddle. See me and Pacey had a bet that I could get you to fall in love with me, and you know how I hate to lose…
D: I also know how you hate to be tickled…(she shrieks as he tickles her more. This time, however, he stops suddenly and begins kissing her. She responds wholeheartedly. After a moment they pull apart.)
J: Dawson, I love you more than I love anything in the world. And I mean anything. In the pathetic existence that is my life you are the one bright spot that keeps me going. No matter how miserable I feel when I go to sleep at night, every morning I wake up happy. And ya know why? Because of the hope that I might spend time with you that day.
D: (stares at her lovingly for a few moments, then remembers something…) Oh, by the way, there is no way in hell I’m letting you go to France.
J: (She sits up on the bed) Oh really? And how do you intend to stop me?
D: (With a sly smirk) I’m not above tying you up for the whole summer.
J: (giggling) oooh Dawson, I didn’t know you were in to that kinky stuff.
D: Whatever it takes to keep you here.
J: Don’t worry Dawson, I never really wanted to go in the first place. Not by myself anyway. But it sounded like a good alternative to watching you pine over Jen all summer…
D: So you’d rather stay here and watch me pine over you all summer?
J: (smirking) I think you owe me a bit of pining after all the crap you put me through.
D: Consider me your love slave.
J: So… is it official?
D: is what official?
J: Are we “going out”?
D: well, seeing as how either way we’ve completely queered our friendship, I think we might as well declare ourselves a couple.
J: Jeez Dawson, don’t sound too enthused!
D: Have you really thought about how weird it sounds? Dawson and Joey, boyfriend and girlfriend. I have to admit, it stills feels a teeny bit incestuous to me.
J: Really? (She leans over and initiates an intense kiss, breaks it off midway, and then offers sarcastically…) Oh well, if that made you too uncomfortable we can just call it quits right now…
D: (a bit stunned by the kiss)…uh…about what I just said? If that’s what it’s like to kiss your sister, then I definitely thinking of moving to the South!
J: Ugh, you’re horrible Dawson… But I have to admit it will be a little awkward. All those people who thought we were always more than friends despite our constant denials… We’re gonna here an awful lot of “I told you so’s”.
D: Yeah, especially from a certain misfit we both know…
J: So I assume Pacey was nagging you about our relationship too?
D: Constantly. He kept hinting that I secretly loved you but was too scared to admit it to myself.
J: You gotta admit it, though, the boy knew what he was talking about.
D: Yeah, well that didn’t stop him from trying to put the moves on you…
J: (Laughing) oh yeah, I figured he told you about that. For what it’s worth, and don’t ever mention this to him, it was pretty much how I imagined it… kind of disgusting.
Joey gets up off the bed and looks for her shoes.
J: I don’t want to, but I gotta go Dawson. I promised Bessie that I’d baby-sit in the morning.
D: Are you sure you can’t stay the night?
J: Dawson… about our habit of sleeping together in the same bed, I’m not so sure it’s a good idea to…
D: (Gets off bed to interrupt) I know what you’re gonna say, but I promise I will be a complete gentleman.
You don’t have to worry about me pressuring you into things… I respect you too much to do that. J: Actually Dawson (she moves in close to him) it wasn’t your self-control that I was worried about. (She grabs him, kisses him with enormous passion, and then shoves him back onto the bed.) I’ll talk to you tomorrow. (She smiles and slips out the window)
Dawson remains on the bed for a few moments, seemingly in a perpetual daze…