This takes place after "In the Company of Men"

"Hey, Dawson," Joey said as she climbs into his room through his window.
"Still moping about Jen?" Dawson doesn't reply. She takes off her jacket and throws it over his desk chair. "What are you watching?" She glances at the TV, then turns to Dawson, who is sitting on his floor by his bed. Dawson looks at her, rolling his eyes.
"Some pathetic special on TV about people who believe they're being protected by guardian angels. What a bunch of loony toons." Joey plops next to him on the floor. Joey laughs.
"What, Dawson, you don't believe in angels? You've always struck me as the type of person who would." Dawson shakes his head.
"Well, Jo, you learn something new everyday," He murmurs.
"How very Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, really," Joey takes the remote control from him. "Isn't there *anything* good on?" Dawosn tries to grab the remote back, but she keeps it out of his reach. She starts to flip through channels, but Dawson stubbornly changes the channel back with the controls on the television set.
"Dawson! Stop it!"
"Come on, Jo, I had the remote control!" He tries to grab it from her again but she jumps up from the floor.
"Well you don't have it now so you better get used to it."
"Are you going to make this into a control issue? Is this some weird way of trying to act superior to me? Cause you know, Joey, it's only the remote." Dawson stands up too, and crosses his arms.
"If it's only the remote than why do you care if I have it?" Dawson shrugs.
"Fine then, I don't care, " He sighs and sits back down on the floor. "Just put back on that angel show." Joey sits back down, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Why are you so intent on watching this if you think it's a crock?" Dawson laughs.
"Okay, Jo, you got me. Maybe I do ....sort of believe in it. Happy now? Switch it back." He reaches for the remote control again.
"No!" Dawson reaches past her to try to grab it from her hands and she inches away. He pulls on her arm, but she sticks the remote control behind her back. Joey laughs.
"Joey! Come on!"
"I'm not giving it back!" Dawson gives up.
"Is this a male-female thing? Letting me have the remote is not going to make your efforts for feminism collapse, Jo. Just give me the remote. I had it first. This is my house."
"What, you think I should let you have control because you're a guy?" Joey looks at him, pretending to be appalled. Dawson becomes defensive.
"Hey, I never said that."
"But you were implying that."
"I was not." Dawson laughs and tackles her.
"Just give me the damn remote, Joey!" Dawson pins her to the ground and tries to pry the remote out of her hand. She giggles.
"Never!" She holds onto it with both hands, laughing. Dawson starts to tickle her and she screams and shrieks. "I'm not giving it to you, Dawson!" She tries to sit up and push him off of her but she ends up collapsing back to the ground, and Dawson falls right on top of her, his face inches away from hers. Their eyes lock. They just lay there, staring at each other, both of their minds racing a mile a minute trying to figure out what's going to happen next. Joey can feel Dawson's heart pounding next to hers. The room is deadly silent, except for the buzz on the tv. Dawson slowly moves closer to her and as their lips are about to meet, they both close their eyes.
"And as I was laying there on the hospital bed, I saw this white light...and all of a sudden, I swear I saw this beautiful creature standing at the foot of my bed," A woman with a heavy, outrageous, and loud southern accent on the television penetrates the beauty of the moment and Dawson starts to laugh.
Joey giggles a little too, but stares right at Dawson. Dawson feels her eyes on him, and looks down into her eyes. He lightly touches her hair, and she smiles slightly. He is bending down to kiss her when his bedroom door swings open and Pacey comes running in. He stops in his tracks, and starts to laugh hysterically. Dawson and Joey break away from each other as if one of them had caught on fire.
"Am I...interuppting anything, my fine friends?" He laughs as he looks back and forth between their confused, flushed and embarassed faces.
"Um...no, Pacey. I was just...I was just trying to get the remote control from Joey," Dawson explains quickly, and Joey nods, backing him up. She fixes her hair hurriedly, setting the remote on the ground in front of her. Pacey laughs again.
"Sure you were," He winks at Joey knowingly, and Joey looks digusted.
"Pacey, shut up," she turns off the TV.
"So, Pace...what's up?" Dawson asks, trying not to look at Joey.
"Well, I was going to ask you guys to come down to the Ice House for some ice cream...as it looks to me right now, I think it might be a good idea. You both need to cool down a little, right Josephine?" Joey stands up and smacks Pacey in the arm.
"You're a pervert. Nothing was even going on. Dawson was just being immature." Dawson picks the remote up off the floor and turns the television back on. Pacey looks at his friend.
"Dawson, man, don't you want to come get some ice cream? We can go on down, just the three of us. It'll be like old times," Pacey gestures toward the door, but Dawson shakes his head.
"No, you two go. I'm not really in the mood for ice cream," Dawson glances at Joey, then looks back at the TV.
"Suit yourself, bro," Pacey answers, throwing up his hands. "Jo, you coming?" Joey steals a quick look at Dawson, then shrugs.
"Guess so," Joey replies, knowing if she says she wants to stay here with Dawson her feelings for him would just be visible to everyone. She sticks her hands in her back pockets and shrugs again.
"Sure you don't want to come with us, Dawson?" Pacey asks.
"Yeah. I want to watch this." Pacey looks at Joey, silently inquiring what he's watching.
"A special about angels." Pacey laughs.
"What a load of crap." Joey nods in agreement.
"Yeah, I know. But Mr. Hopeless Romantic believes in it." Joey adds as Pacey heads down the stairs.
"I don't see anything wrong with believing in angels, " Dawson says defensively. Joey picks up her jacket and puts it on.
"Dawson, there isn't any such thing as angels. And there certainly aren't any angels on earth," She looks at him, then leaves his room, closing the door behind her. He can hear Pacey say something to Joey, but can't make out what he said. He hears Joey's reply.
"Bite me, Pacey." Dawson laughs slightly. He looks at the closed door, thoughtfully. His eyes fall on a picture of him and Joey on his desk. He seems to be pondering something.
"Maybe there are angels on earth..." He smiles to himself and stands up, turning off the TV. He grabs his jacket and opens his door. "Jo! Pacey! Wait for me-I'm coming!" Dawson races downstairs after them.

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