As Good As It Gets

By: Maggie Middleton
DISCLAIMER: DAWSON'S CREEK AND IT'S CHARACTERS ARE NOT MY PROPERTY. THEY ARE PROPERTY OF WARNER BROS., COLUMBIA-TRISTAR TELEVISION, AND KEVIN WILLIAMSON. ALL RIGHT ARE RESERVED BY THEM. ALSO, THE TITLE IS NOT MINE. I'M NOT SURE WHO IT BELONGS TO, BUT WHOEVER IT IS, IT'S NOT ME.

The kiss was warm and all too fermilliar. Their lips seemed to match each other perfectly. It lasted for a long time. Finally, they slowly, almost reluctantly, oulled apart; if they had kissed any longer, all of the life would have been drained from the both of them. Their eyes were closed and they leaned against each other. The only sounds they coul hear were the rustle of the wind throught the trees outside and their faint breath.
The kiss was almost more articulate in explaining the situation then words would have been. There had been so much to say, and what seemed very little time to say it.
He pulled back a bit, as did she. There was joy in her eyes, understanding in his. He finally saw what everyone else had seen so long before him. There was love there, in his room, in his heart. It wasn't at all what he had expected it to be. Of course, there was adventure, just as he had suspected, and there was a great deal of surprise. But the fear of going farther, the fear he had just moments ago, had left him, like weight off of his shoulders. And fortunatly for him, his rejection of reality had made his mind wander from the very real prospects of losing her. Also, to his great surprise, his gift for analytical thinking had left him for the time being. He only concentrated on the here and now, and how perfect things were.
She finally had what she wanted; the thing she treasured above all in her life. Everything had snapped into focus. For the first time, it made sense. She now understood all of the romantic films he had made her watch. She saw it now, believed it. She appreciated his romance. And now, she had gained some of her own.
They stood for what seemed to be forever, just holding each other. Finally, he said what seemed most natural in the situation. "I love you." At first, he whispered it, close to her ear. As the words passed his lips, he felt happiness dance through out his body. "I love you," he said again, only this time louder. He felt great and wanted to share his new found joy with the whole world. He stuck his head out the window, which was conviently open (as usual), and screamed it so people could hear him for miles. "I love her! I love Joey Potter." At this point, he was considering a large neon sign.
She stared at him, somewhat awe-struck. He brought his head back throught the window and she saw had happy he had become. "I love you too," she blurted out. It hadn't been said the way she had imagined, but such a great moment as she was now experiencing could not be created in the confines of the imagination.
With the sound of her awkward yet sweet reply, he picked her up and twirled her around.
"Dawson, I'm speechless," she stated as he put her down. "I don't know what to say."
"I feel the same way. I can't find any word in the human vocabulary to decribe this moment." For one of the the very few times in his life, he was at a loss for words.
"Well, we do need to discuss this, while we're still caught uo in it." She took his hand and led him to the bed, where they both sat down. "Then their's no time for you to produce a clear-headed analysis of the situation." She laughed a bit with her comment.
He struggled, but quickly found words. "I'm sorry Jo. I was so oblivious and I'm surprised that you didn't kill me for my stupidity."
"It was my fault for falling for a blonde," she said. "I mean, what was I supposed to expect?" She flashed him a smile that apparently told him that he had been forgiven.
A soft smile crossed his face and he looked down at the floor. "I deserve that," he said half-heartedly. Reality began to creep back into his mind, and he again began to wonder if she would leave him for an adventure far different than the one they were experencing right now.
"What's wrong, Dawson?" She began to notice the happiness fade from his face and sadness begin to set in.
"Are you going to leave me, Jo?" His voice cracked as he said her name; tears welled up in his eyes. "Are you going to go to Paris and leave me behind.? To make the prospects of everyday look even worse because you're not here to breathe the same air as I do?" He looked at her with a seriousness that she had never seen before.
She looked deep into his eyes. She saw fear and sadness and almost any other emotion that could be imagined. She put her arm around him, pulled him close to her. He was now border-line hysterical and the tears were pouring out.
"I'm never going to leave you, Dawson," she whispered to him. "I wouldn't leave you for anything." She meant what she had said. She had decided against leaving as soon as he called after and stoped her from leaving. She had only entertained the idea because he had been so blind. To leave now, when he had screamed to the world that he loved her, when he had kissed her in a way that she could have never dreamed of, and now, when he was holding on to her for dear life and crying on her shoulder, would have been the biggest mistake of her life.
He lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her. She had said what he wanted to hear. He leaned in for another kiss. Their lips met and his body temperature went throught the celing.
Neither knew what was in the future. How would they make the odd transition from friendship to coupledom? But they didn't think about any of the future problems which may or may not lay ahead. To them, this night was as good as it gets.

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