Post by Isabella Ramirez on Aug 19, 2007 13:14:37 GMT -5
Dawson stretches with a sigh and looks over at Joey. Joey raises an eyebrow. This is the fourth evening they’ve spent sitting in Joey’s room in silence while their parents talk business and finances downstairs. They’ve become comfortable with one another’s presence, enough to exchange wary smiles, and the occasional moments of small talk. But over all, there is a large wall of distrust between them, and neither really knows how to break it down.
“What’re you working on?”
Joey, who actually enjoys Dawson’s company when the football player isn’t picking on him, would like to break the barriers.
“Calculus.”
Dawson makes a face and Joey laughs. Dawson raises an eyebrow.
“What?”
He frowns at his page again, and props his feet up on Joey’s desk. Joey glares at Dawson’s feet. Feet do not belong on desks.
“Having trouble?”
Joey finishes the last sentence on his English assignment and tucks it neatly away.
“I hate calculus.”
Dawson puts his feet back on the floor, having noticed Joey’s glare and respecting that this is Joey’s space and in a world that was functioning correctly, he wouldn’t be here at all.
“It’s so easy though.”
Joey doesn’t mean to brag, but it’s the truth. Math has always come easy to him.
“Psh. You do it then.”
Dawson tosses his book onto Joey’s bed, grinning smugly. Joey grins back and holds up his completed calculus homework.
“Already done.”
Dawson gapes, then moves over to the bed.
“Show me how.”
Here in Joey’s room, after all, pride is meaningless. They both know that they’ve done stuff wrong. In a way, they are each other’s mirrors. Joey smiles, and begins to show Dawson how he approaches Calculus homework.
“What’re you working on?”
Joey, who actually enjoys Dawson’s company when the football player isn’t picking on him, would like to break the barriers.
“Calculus.”
Dawson makes a face and Joey laughs. Dawson raises an eyebrow.
“What?”
He frowns at his page again, and props his feet up on Joey’s desk. Joey glares at Dawson’s feet. Feet do not belong on desks.
“Having trouble?”
Joey finishes the last sentence on his English assignment and tucks it neatly away.
“I hate calculus.”
Dawson puts his feet back on the floor, having noticed Joey’s glare and respecting that this is Joey’s space and in a world that was functioning correctly, he wouldn’t be here at all.
“It’s so easy though.”
Joey doesn’t mean to brag, but it’s the truth. Math has always come easy to him.
“Psh. You do it then.”
Dawson tosses his book onto Joey’s bed, grinning smugly. Joey grins back and holds up his completed calculus homework.
“Already done.”
Dawson gapes, then moves over to the bed.
“Show me how.”
Here in Joey’s room, after all, pride is meaningless. They both know that they’ve done stuff wrong. In a way, they are each other’s mirrors. Joey smiles, and begins to show Dawson how he approaches Calculus homework.