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He met her eyes evenly and intensely. "Which is something like, 'I'm really excited that I
met you, and all the little bells I have are ringing simultaneously, and I'm so tired of
dating and games and being wrong about people that there's really nothing that would
make me any happier than finding out that I'm not wrong about you.'"
Jen smiled. "That was really good, what you just said."
He nodded slowly. "You are having an extremely strange effect on me."
***
part fifteen: glow
Joey's eyes opened, and it dawned on her somewhat slowly and deliciously where she
was. They had moved to the bedroom at two or three in the morning, crawling under the
covers and collapsing in exhaustion. She had fallen asleep right where she landed, with
her head and arm draped across his chest, which is exactly where she was when she
awoke. Barely moving, she glanced around the room, noticing for the first time that
there was a picture of her taped to the mirror over his dresser. In the picture, she was
no more than fourteen or fifteen, and something had clearly struck her as hilariously
funny, because her mouth was open in a raucous laugh and her eyes were squeezed
shut. She had no idea when or where it had been taken. She had no idea where he
would have gotten it. It wasn't, in fact, a particularly flattering picture. Too tall, she
thought, and too skinny, and making a weird face. But there it was, and it made her
smile.
And then it was like one of those Magic Eye books with which Dawson had been briefly
fascinated, where you were instructed to un-focus your eyes until an image of a bird or a
cat or a bicycle emerged from an apparently incomprehensible blur of color. Once she
had noticed the one picture of herself, she saw another, and another, and another. Her
mouth opened slightly as she realized there were at least ten. Her high school
graduation picture -- we weren't even dating then, how did he get that? -- was in a silver
frame on the bedside table. Four little ones, all from the summer on the boat, in two
folding frames on top of the stereo. One, stuck to his dresser with masking tape, cut out
of the school newspaper when she organized the ultimately unsuccessful Principal
Green rallies. One that Bessie took of the two of them for a photography class,
silhouetted in profile and facing each other, was stuck to the closet door. One of her and
Andie, from the weekend at Aunt Gwen's, was pinned to a small bulletin board and
peeking out from behind a pair of movie tickets. One of her and Dawson was under a
magnet on the metal switchplate just inside the door.