Story Title: The Last Picture Show
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘um. Wish I did. I would be rich. I’m not rich. The extremely talented Kevin Williamson owns them. The WB owns them. Columbia-Tristar owns them. They’re rich. I’m not. You do the math. You know what else I don’t own? You get three guesses. You’re not even close to hot on that guess. You’re in Antarctica now. Okay, you didn’t ever try on that one. You couldn’t have. Anyway, your three guesses are up. The other things I don’t own are the Series and Story Titles. As you pick your jaw up off of the floor from how shocking those answers are, let me tell you who DOES own them. “How’s It Going to Be” is a song by Third Eye Blind, hence they own it. They’re rich. “The Last Picture Show” is the title of a movie. I don’t know who owns it, but I’m sure they’re rich too. As I mentioned earlier, I’m not rich. Again, I’ll let you do the math.
Rating: Like the rest of my life, PG.
Category: Dawson and Joey. And let me tell you why. I can’t do Jack and Joey. I’ve never liked him, plus he’s gay, so that kind of puts a kink in that idea. Joey and Pacey are out this year, considering that Pacey finally got a girlfriend that isn’t on the doorstep of receiving Social Security. Pacey and Andie are together, so that would be boring. Jen and Dawson would be doable, accept for the fact I’d hurl if I wrote something like that. Jen and Jack wouldn’t work for the obvious reasons. Jen and Pacey wouldn’t work out either because he has a girlfriend. Andie and Dawson would never fly. And Jack and Andie—well, I’ll just leave it up to you to figure out the ramifications of that one. And none of the girls are gay, and Jack is the only gay guy, so that wouldn’t work. That leaves us with Joey and Dawson. I like them best together anyway.
Summary: Dawson and Joey, movie night, wacky moment insue. Romance is possible. A great read for the whole family. This takes place after “Sex, She Wrote” (the 11th episode). This is the first one in a series.
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When Joey suggested that they start slowly, they struggled to find something that would help them get off on the right foot. After much debate and deliberation, the decided that a rebirth of movie night was the best course of action that they could take.
And tonight was the fist attempt at the so dubbed “new movie night.”
Dawson wasn’t in the room when Joey came through the window. She plopped down on the bed. The movies Dawson had chosen for the night were sitting on the bed. She began reading the titles.
Dawson was about to enter the room when he heard her going through the movies on the bed. He stopped just before the doorway. Up until that point, he hadn’t noticed how nervous he really was. He and Joey were at such a fragile point now and he was afraid that he would mess something up.
After taking a deep breath, he walked through the door. He had known tonight was going to be hard, but not as hard as it suddenly became when he saw her sitting on the bed. Hid mind lingered back to the last time he and Joey had been on the bed together. It was the night of the Homecoming dance, better known as the night that she dumped him. As he got closer, his mind farther wandered to the night before he met Jen. They were just about to start High School, and their friendship stronger than it had ever been. Dawson often wished he could just stop time there. Soon after that day, things started changing and getting harder.
Joey was a bit startled by Dawson’s abrupt entrance. “Hi Dawson,” she managed to blurt out.
“Hi,” he responded as he tentatively sat next to her on the bed.
Both of their minds searched for some way to break the tension that was permeating throughout the room.
“Did you get a look at the movies I selected?” Dawson asked, finally breaking the awkward silence.
“Yeah,” Joey said, thankful Dawson had said something. “’Jaws’ and ‘ET’. Somehow I’m not all that surprised.
“Well, I think if we’re try to do things slowly, we should start with something familiar. They were the obvious choices.” In all truth and reality, Dawson had put great thought into what movies they would watch that evening. Of course his first thoughts were “Jaws” and “ET”, but there was part of him that had been pushing him for some kind of romantic movie. After better judgement kicked in, he decided to stay away from anything that could prove problematic and just go with the two movies that would be most predictable.
The conversation hit another dead end. They stared blankly at each other, trying to find something to say. The moment continued until-
“Beep! Beep! Beep!” the microwave screamed, breaking the second of what was bound to be several awkward moments to occur that night.
“That’s the popcorn,” Dawson explained. “I’ll go get it and the sodas.” He got up quickly from the bed. He was anxious to get out of the room for a minute and gain some composure.
“Okay, Dawson,” Joey answered, also anxious to have a moment to herself.
As Dawson left the room, Joey had the overwhelming urge to bolt out the window. But, despite the feeling, she still wanted to stay. Even though things were at such an odd point now, she still wanted to work things out with Dawson. And she knew things would work out. They had to.
Dawson re-entered the room carrying a tray with the popcorn and their sodas. “I hope that coke is o-.” Dawson was cut off by tripping on one of his Timberlands that was lying on the floor. The contents of the tray, popcorn and coke, were spilled all over the bed—and Joey.
Joey and Dawson immediately shot up from their respective positions.
“Joey, I’m so sorry,” Dawson said, hoping that Joey wouldn’t leave.
Joey was calm. “I’m fine, Dawson. Are you okay?” she asked with real concern.
“I’m okay. No broken bones. I think I’ll live,” Dawson answered. “I just can’t say how sorry I am.”
“Dawson, it’s no big deal. Actually, I’m kind of glad you did it. I never realized that getting covered in coke and popcorn could be such an icebreaker,” Joey said, picking a piece of popcorn out of her hair.
“Well, I try,” Dawson responded. “I’ll go get some towels and new sheet for the bed.”
“And I’ll be in the closet changing clothes,” Joey said. She had clothes at Dawson’s house from the times when she would sleep over.
When Dawson returned to the room, he saw Joey standing at the front of the bed with her back to the door. She was removing the wet sheets from Dawson’s bed.
Dawson, unable to resist, spun the towel tight and snapped it at Joey.
“Dawson!” Joey yelled as she turned around at Dawson. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Starting a towel fight,” he said as he tossed a towel to Joey.
They spent the next couple of minutes fighting with the towels before Joey went for the pillows.
Just as Joey was about to strike, Dawson called out, “Truce!”
“You promise?” Joey asked, unconvinced.
Dawson dropped the towel. “I promise.”
“Okay,” Joey said, walking up to Dawson with the pillow. She hit him with it once and dropped it. “Truce.”
“Not fair,” Dawson said, laughing.
“Who said anything about fair?” Joey asked, also laughing.
Dawson started walking closer to Joey. “You know what Joey, you’re right.”
“Oh no, Dawson. We called truce,” Joey said, knowing Dawson had the full intention of tickling her.
Dawson was just about to attack when Joey caught his wrists. They were both laughing as he struggled to get free. Then, for the first time all night, they looked each other straight in the eye and stopped laughing. Joey dropped Dawson’s wrists. They stood inched apart.
“This isn’t such a good idea,” Joey said, as they started leaning into each other.
“Do you care?” Dawson asked, almost breathless as they came closer together.
“No,” Joey answered in a whisper. They started to kiss.
END OF PART ONE
Disclaimer: I don’t own um’. If I did, don’t you think I’d claim um’. They belong to Kevin Williamson and a bunch of other people and companies. For a better explanation, check out the disclaimer in the 1st part. It’s covers everything. Plus you get to hear a bunch of reasons why I’m not rich. Interesting stuff.
Category: Dawson and Joey. Or Joey and Dawson. Whichever.
Summary: Just a cute continuation or part one. It’s doesn’t really move the story that much, but it shows Dawson’s affection for Joey. There is more to come after this.
Here’s a clue: Read part one. If you don’t, you’ll be as lost as a turkey flying a 747. Or something.
They stood facing each other for a moment, trying to read the other’s eyes. Finally, Joey turned her had and started looking at the floor. Dawson, now feeling uncomfortable, slowly walked over to his bed and sat down.
They sat a moment more, both lingering over the meaning of the kiss. After he couldn’t take it anymore, Dawson looked up to Joey, who’s back was to him, and asked the obvious question: “What just happened here, Jo?”
“What?” Joey responded. She was startled by the sound of her name. She hadn’t been able to hear the question. She was in her own world trying to compute everything that went behind the kiss.
Dawson asked the question again. “What happened?”
Joey, still flustered, gave the obvious answer: “We kissed, Dawson.”
“Yes Joey, I realize that, but,” he let out a short sigh, ”what does it mean?”
“I don’t know, Dawson,” she answered. “For once, I’m as clueless as you are.”
Dawson let a small laugh pass his lips. He could tell she really wanted to change the subject. So he resisted his natural urge to press the subject and decided to let it go for now. If he didn’t, he knew Joey would leave.
“So, which first, ‘ET’ or ‘Jaws’?” Dawson asked, hoping that Joey would stay.
Joey looked at Dawson oddly. She was surprised that he was to willing to not push the situation. She decided then that she would stay. “Definitely ET,” she answered with a smile. She started walking to her side of the bed.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he said as he put the tape in the VCR.
He sat back down on the bed. Just as he was about to his the play button on the remote, Joey stopped him.
“Thank you, Dawson.” Joey looked him straight in the eyes, just as she had before the kiss.
Dawson smiled. “Your welcome,” he answered.
They looked at each other a moment more before Dawson broke the stare and looked at the TV. He raised the remote and started the movie.
“New Movie Night” had finally begun.
It was now 3 movies, 4 bags of popcorn, and several cokes after the kiss when they ventured into the subject of the race. They were in no way interested in the movie on the screen. The argument had them sitting up, facing one another on the bed.
“Dawson, please. Stop rejecting reality for just a moment and admit it. I killed you in that race.” Joey always enjoyed fighting with Dawson, especially when she was right.
“You didn’t kill me. Now you’re over exaggerating.” Dawson was trying to defend himself.
“We could call Pacey and have him settle this,” Joey suggested. Pacey had also been at the race. He had been standing at the finish line, so he had a good perspective of the race.
“Okay Jo, I’ll admit it. You beat me fair and square.” Dawson realized he was fighting a loosing battle.
“Ha!” Joey said triumphantly. The one thing she enjoyed more than fighting with Dawson was when she won the argument. “But,” Dawson said, changing the subject, “you could never beat me when we ran.”
Joey really couldn’t dispute this. He had always been faster than she was. But she couldn’t let him win. “I could beat you right now it I had to,” she blurted out.
“Oh, you really think so, do you?” Dawson asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he did anytime he was extremely confident.
“Yeah,” Joey said, digging her grave deeper and deeper. “I know I can.” She said it nonchalantly, but she knew it would set him off.
“So now you KNOW you can.” She sent him a confident stare. “Okay, then are you willing to put your money where your mouth is?”
Joey looked at him curiously. “What are you thinking, Leery?”
“I bet you the next movie that I can be to the dock and back to the ladder faster than you can.” Dawson waited for her reply.
Joey looked at the clock next to his bed. It was 1 a.m. But Joey wasn’t about to back down. “You’re on,” she answered. They made their way down the ladder.
Dawson, noticing Joey had become a little less confident, had to rub it in. “You look a little uneasy, Jo.” Dawson loved to tease her.
“No way, Dawson,” Joey lied. “It’s just cold out, that’s all.”
“Sure,” Dawson said, unconvinced. Dawson started getting down in a track runner’s stance. “I have-“ He was cut off by Joey, who had burst out in laughter. “What?” Dawson asked, clueless.
“What are you doing?” Joey asked of his stance. She couldn’t stop laughing.
When he finally figured out what was so funny, he shot up from the ground. “I was just stretching,” he covered.
“Right,” she said sarcastically.
Dawson desperately wanted to get off of the subject of his silliness and get on to the race. Dawson held up his wrist and pointed to his watch. “I have a timer,“ he stated.
“Ahh,” Joey said. “The wonders of digital.”
The race started out with Dawson far ahead of Joey. But by the time Dawson got to the dock, Joey had almost caught up with him. About twenty feet before the ladder, Joey had a burst of speed and flew by Dawson. She won the race.
Joey was elated. When Dawson got to the ladder, she had a smug grin on her face. “I told you, Dawson,” she stated. “You know there is no one I love beating more that you?”
Dawson smiled. “Somehow, I picked up on that.” Joey was bouncing around, like she did after she beat him in the race across the creek.
He stood watching her with an unremovable smile on his face. He loved her like that, so happy and excited. He had thrown the race to see her that way. Just like when they were 10.
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Part 3 of series Disclaimer: As earlier noted, I don’t own Dawson’s Creek. Evidence of that is my bank account, which contains about 71 dollars. Read the disclaimer for the first part for a really lengthy explanation. Category: Dawson and Joey (of course) Hint: Read the other parts. It really does help. I promise. Not lying. Seriously. No kidding.
She walked over to the video rack, looking for the movie. When she finally found it, she picked it up and popped it into the VCR.
“What’d you get?” Dawson asked curiously.
“Just wait,” she said as she pressed play and walked over to the bed. “You’ll know soon enough.”
As soon as the opening credits started to roll, Dawson knew what it was.
“You picked my movie,” he said with astonishment. He smiled at Joey. “What made you pick it?” he asked.
“How could I miss the chance to watch an award-winning film while in the presence of the director?” Joey smiled. “Besides, I always got to see the clips, but never the finished version. I’m pretty curious.”
Dawson stared at her with amazement. He couldn’t believe that out of all of the movies she could have picked, she picked on that would make HIM happy. He started getting his expectation back up. He struggled to keep the thoughts from invading his head, but it was useless.
Joey, not oblivious to his staring, decided to let him stare for a while. Against her better judgement, she like that face Dawson was staring at her.
Joey watched the movie; Dawson stared. And stared. And stared.
Finally, Joey couldn’t take the tension anymore. “Dawson,” she said as she turned to talk to him.
Dawson turned his head quickly to face the TV screen. “Yeah,” he said a nonchalantly as possible.
“Why were you staring at me?” Joey asked.
“I wasn’t staring at you,” Dawson said defensively.
“Oh, really,” Joey said unbelievingly.
Dawson, who had turned to talk to Joey, decided that he couldn’t convince Joey of the opposite. So he went for the truth. “No, not really,” Dawson answered.
“So are you going to tell me why you were staring at me?” Joey asked, again.
Dawson wasn’t sure how to explain it. Again, he decided to go with the truth. “I was amazed, I guess.”
Joey hadn’t been expecting the answer. “Amazed?” she said quizzically. “I don’t understand.”
“I was just really surprised that you picked my movie. I thought maybe –“ he paused and swallowed, “maybe it meant something.” Dawson studied Joey’s face as he made his last comment. He could always tell her real thoughts by her eves, no matter what her mouth said.
At first, Hoe had no idea what to say. She knew Dawson had grown up some over the past few months without her. But she never thought he would go from the poster child for denial to Mr. Truth-At-All-Costs so quickly.
After there had been a silence for a minute, Joey couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to say something.
“What are you thinking, Dawson?” she asked.
“The non-analytical, off the top of my head answer?” he asked, not especially wanting to give the answer.
“That’s the only one that ever gets us anywhere.” Joey thought about the last time he had given such an answer. That had certainly gotten them places.
Dawson took a deep breath. This wasn’t going to be easy. It never seemed to be for the two of them. He looked down for a moment, trying to gather his composure.
Finally, he looked back up at her. “I was thinking that you never cease to surprise me. Just when I think you’ve moved on, that maybe I’ve moved on, you give me one glimmer of hope to hang on to.”
“What are you getting at, Dawson?” Joey knew, but she just wanted to hear it.
“I’m getting at what’s become a rather tired refrain for us in the past few months. It’s what we’ve both known for our entire lives. The fact that there is no Dawson without a Joey, and there is no Joey without a Dawson. As much as I’ve had to do with your creation, you’ve had to do with mine. When you said you had to find yourself, I started to try the same thing. Every time I thought found it-“
“I found you,” Joey said, completing his sentence.
“Yeah,” Dawson said, I with a small smile coming to his face. His eyes began to light up with the thought of what might be coming. “Jo, to quote Jerry Maguire, ‘You complete me.’ We are so much more together.”
Dawson studied Joey’s face. “Now what are YOU thinking?”
Joey sighed. “I was thinking how much I’m going to hate admitting that I can’t argue with you.” Joey smiled and lifted her had to look at Dawson. “You’re right. You win.”
“Huh?” Dawson looked at her, shocked that things might actually turn around for him.
“Oh, I for got. You can’t get these things without a little cinematic drama.” And before Dawson could make a rebuttal, Joey pushed him back on the bed and kissed him.
When they finally came up for air, Joey just had to ask, “Was that dramatic enough, Dawson?”
Dawson, who was still in a daze, was only able to breathe out, “Yeah.”
That sat for a moment smiling at each other.
“You know,” Dawson said, “I think we’ve had too little drama as of late. We really should do something about it.”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “There’s only one way to find out.”
With that, they began making up for lost time.