Have you ever watched "Dawson's Creek"? I love that show. What's not to love? Teenagers acting teenagers and showing adults what we're really like. I love it. (it also helps that the leading man is hott as hell) But there's more to it than anyone ever knows.
My best friend and I joke around about the show. He calls me "Joey", I call him "Dawson" but there's more truth to it than he'll ever know.
He is Dawson. To me he is. To you he is Zac, the adorable, hyper little drummer boy. But I see him, the way Joey saw Dawson, in ways most people don't. They can't. They don't know him.
Yes, I am the next door neighbor of the Hansons. Roll up your tonuges girls, because its not the most glam thing. You know how you are around your best guy bud? That's how my siblings are around them. That's how we think of them and how they think of us: Just as friends. But they don't know what I think.
Our parents went to high school together. Best friends for 4 years. When the Hanson's came back to Tulsa after spending a few years in Trindad and where ever else they were. They came back with the gift of music. Zac and I started out with the usual boy-hates-girl-girl-hates-boy sorta thing. That's when I got interested in art. You know, so I could stand out. Zac and I would complete, in a friendly way, over what was better: art or music, boys or girls. Now we just laugh. Its funny how much time has pasted.
I look just like your average Joe (or Joette) on the street. I'm tall (5"10) with long, brown hair and these brown eyes. Freckles also dot my cheeks and nose, which I hate. My older sisters, Martha and Lil, are homeschooled just like me. Most people would say I'm the "brat" of the family because I'm the youngest. I like to say "I know what I want"
Phone rings. Startles me out of the daydream I was in.
"Hello?"
"Ray?"
"Zac?" I jumped, I was so psyched to hear his voice.
"Hey, I really need to talk to you."
"Sure, what's wrong?"
He sighs. "Just come over, please??"
"Um, ok"
Hanging up the phone, I ran down the stairs. Looking for my mom, I found her in the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm going over to Zac's."
"Ok. Just be back in time for dinner."
"I will." She smiled. She has freckles too.
