Joey stared into Dawson's eyes and for the moment really did believe that it *could* get better. "It's the magic of the full moon..." she thought, "It makes people act in ways that they normally wouldn't..." She was getting very nervous and anxious. She knew that they would go through the skit as they had prepared in Dawson's house. Well, *almost* exactly like they had practiced in Dawson's house. They had never actually rehearsed the kiss. That was going to be interesting when it happened.

Joey was afraid that she might get completely undone when Dawson kissed her...his kisses always seemed to do that to her for some reason. Her kiss with Anderson, even with the near perfect setting and situation, never held up to any of her kisses with Dawson. There was passion, mystery, awe-inspiring magic, that just seemed to describe the moment when their lips touched, their eyes met briefly for a moment, and they gazed at each other in that tiny millisecond to reach into the depths of each other's souls.

It was amazing that the person she had known for most of her life and had known her for just as long, could invoke these powerful emotions with a simple touch, glance or word. Just a few years ago, she would have never dreamed that she would be giving in to the feelings for a "boy" as she had teased Bessie about then.

Dawson glanced at Joey sitting beside him. She seemed a million miles away. Her head was tilted slightly to the side and her eyes had a glazed look. She looked happy enough though because there was the smallest sign of a smile on her face.

Over the years, it was like she had slowly become a part of him, something inherent to his survival. She was the air that he breathed, the water he drank, the food that he ate. Lately, he had been realizing just how much he needed her.

Now...there was a feeling of something wanting, of incompleteness like a part of her was missing. A nagging doubt in her being told her that it was probably him, but her thoughts from her mind pounded the doubt that came from her heart begging to be heard. Instead she ignored her heart, turned to Dawson and said, "Why don't we start?"

A slight breeze whipped the light material of the lace curtains from the open window. Behind it could be seen a man, more or less in his mid 30's with light brown hair and piercing black eyes. He sighed softly, his chest heaving slightly with emotion. By his manners and dress, people could assume that he was no regular peeping Tom and they would be absolutely correct.

When his mother had died of her chronic disease there was sadness, but also a feeling of release. His father and he had known that the time was dwindling down quickly and she was getting weaker and weaker. Her one last wish was to go to Greece, yet her condition made it virtually impossible, but nothing is impossible with love.

The love shared between his mother and father was a like of which he'd never thought he'd ever see again. It was this love that gave his mother her Greece and granted her one wish. After his mother's death, it was not that unsurprising that his father died soon afterward. They always seemed to have this connection...this bond which would last for all eternity...something that even death could not destroy. For some strange reason he felt the same sort of bond between the two young people in the ruins.

He began to lose all hope of even the existence of true love until one day he saw them. A young boy with golden curls and a girl with dark flowing hair were chasing each other across the street one late afternoon. That day, he had decided to do something that he only rarely did. He had gotten out of the house and gone to a small cafe in Capeside to have a cup of coffee and get in touch with the real world. Seeing those two...it reminded him so much of his parents when he was a young boy. There was an innocence and friendship that would ultimately lead to love.

He decided right then and there to find out whatever he could about them, but he had to be subtle. He discovered that Dawson Leery...that was the boy's name...came from a relatively middle class family living in a suburban neighborhood. His mother was a news anchor and his father...well, his father was currently trying to design this restaurant with a octopus theme or something like that. The boy had this strong ambition to be a film maker, something that wasn't a comman occurance in a small town.

The girl that Dawson was chasing was not so lucky. It turned out that she lived down the far side of the creek. Her family ran the restaurant next to the high school and they just barely made ends meet. Her name was Josephine Potter, but only her mother and some teachers called her that. If you did happen to call her by her full name, let's just say you would not make the same mistake ever again. Ever. She was certainly a spitfire from the looks of it and had a spirit that didn't seem like it could be tamed. It also happened that the two often had sleepovers which most of the uptight townspeople looked down upon. He placed this in his mental notebook.

Later, he found out that her mother had died of cancer, a occurance which he truly sympathized with. Standing just beyond the trees in the cemetary, he watched the funeral procession and saw her finding solace in the arms of her best friend, none other than the boy he had seen chasing her before. Her father had been jailed a few months ago ...something about trafficking marijuana... and she was placed in the sole care of her sister and her sister's live-in boyfriend. He knew it was rough for them and every once in awhile he would place an oversized tip in somebody's place after they had left to help a little.

He heard after awhile that Dawson had started dating this new girl in town...a Jen Lindley, but he was right in thinking that it wouldn't last. Later on, he also found out that Joey (Josephine) had gotten first runner up in the Miss. Windjammer Pageant at the Yacht Club of which he was a member.

However, that was not the reason why he had left the place smiling. The reason was that he had managed to catch a glimpse of Dawson's face when he saw Joey come out onto that stage with a look of surprise and realization and when he saw the glance that passed between the two when they walked out together along the dock.

When she turned to Dawson she realized that he must have also had the same realization, but he tried not to show it. She suddenly noticed something else. During all the time she had been in the ruins with Dawson, she hadn't realized what he had been wearing. She had mainly focused on feeling embarrassed, nervous and well, something else. He had a silken white shirt that flowed at the arms and black pants and boots. His also seemed to have a red sash tied around the waist. It was probably one of his mother's silk scarves she thought laughingly. He had tried to look as authentic as possible with what he had.

"Well, I guess we should start." she said.

"Yeah. Umm...I'll get the camera ready. We want to get everything situated. How about we have the camera just focus on the "balcony" and then we come into the scene." Dawson said as he slipped something in his had behind his back.

"Sure. Sounds great."

"Ok. Lights! Camera! Action!" Dawson said with a smile.

He looked into her eyes and let his gaze linger for a few seconds longer than necessary then let them dart down towards the flower in his hand. He slowly brought his lips down to the dewy petals and reverently kissed them. Then he slowly let the rose glide delicately up Joey's arm and onto her shoulder, cheek, then finally her lips.

Now was the scene of initial parting. Dawson gently brought down the rose, regretfully. He opened up her fingers from her palm with his and then placed the scented flower into her hand. He carefully closed the smooth hand with his own and then bent down and let his lips travel down the very tips of her fingers before encasing her in a loving embrace.

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