FIND ME HERE
SPEAK TO ME
I WANT TO FEEL YOU
I NEED TO HEAR YOU

 Gretchen placed her arms up around Dawson's next and leaned slightly on his shoulder. Her hands held onto the back of his neck, rubbing his hair softly. Dawson leaned down to put his cheek next to hers. His arms wrapped around her small waist, his palms lying flat on the skin her dress revealed. Lightly, his fingers traced the shape of the opening in her dress.

YOU ARE THE LIGHT
THAT'S LEADING ME
TO THE PLACE
WHERE I FIND P EACE AGAIN

 She closed her eyes, reveling in the sweetness of their dance. She loved him so much, she decided at that moment. She always knew she loved him, but this much...it was unfamiliar and it was frightening. It was so frightening that another equally frightening thought entered her mind: maybe this isn't right. Maybe she and Dawson, together, aren't right.

YOU ARE THE STRENGTH
THAT KEEPS ME WALKING
YOU ARE THE HOPE
THAT KEEPS ME TRUSTING
YOU ARE LIFE TO MY SOUL
YOU ARE MY PURPOSE
YOU ARE EVERYTHING

 The words of the song rang true in Dawson's ears. Gretchen gave him strength in times when he felt utterly weak. She helped to renew his passion for film and most of all she made him love again. With all of her benevolence and unflagging support, encouragement, and over all unselfishness, Dawson knew that he was damn lucky to have a girl like Gretchen. His lips pressed against her temple softly in response to his thoughts.

AND HOW CAN I
STAND HERE WITH YOU
AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU
WOULD YOU TELL ME
HOW COULD IT BE
ANY BETTER THAN THIS

 Gretchen swallowed at his touch and tried to push the bad thoughts out of her mind. She told her herself to listen to the song. It spoke truer than she ever could, despite her honest nature. If she loved him so much, why wouldn't it be right? It seemed that things couldn't get any better. They told each other they loved each other almost three times a day. But then what was she so frightened of? Was it her own emotions or something different, the fear of getting too attached, or of losing her own life to Dawson's? She shook her head to herself ever so slightly and told herself not to think of that. Tonight was not that night.

YOU CALM STORMS
YOU GIVE ME REST
YOU HOLD ME IN YOUR HANDS
YOU WON'T LET ME FALL
YOU STILL MY HEART
AND YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
WOULD YOU TAKE ME IN
WOULD YOU TAKE ME DEEPER NOW
AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU
AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU
WOULD YOU TELL ME
HOW COULD IT BE
ANY BETTER THAN THIS

 They pulled themselves closer to each other. Tighter, her stomach was pressed up against Dawson's. She looked up at Dawson slowly, her eyes were wide and emotional. He felt her gaze on him and pulled his face away from hers a bit so he could meet her stare. Dawson smiled, telling her silently that this song was perfect. She agreed without speaking. 

AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU
AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU
WOULD YOU TELL ME
HOW COULD IT BE
ANY BETTER THAN THIS

 Their eyes locked as the song became stronger. With one quick sweep of his arm Dawson pulled her up to him, locking her in a passionate kiss.

CAUSE YOU'RE ALL I WANT
YOU ARE ALL I NEED
YOU ARE EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING
YOU'RE ALL I WANT
YOU'RE ALL I NEED
YOU'RE EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING
YOU'RE ALL I WANT
YOU'RE ALL I NEED
YOU'RE EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING
YOU'RE ALL I WANT
YOU'RE ALL I NEED
EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING

 It was like a movie, with a strong emotional song pounding in their ears as they stood kissing in the center of the dance floor. Other couples danced around them, a few were caught up watching the climactic moment in the middle of the floor.

AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU
AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU
WOULD YOU TELL ME
HOW COULD IT BE
ANY BETTER THAN THIS
AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU
AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU
WOULD YOU TELL ME
HOW COULD IT BE
ANY BETTER
ANY BETTER

 They kissed as if it was the last time they would ever kiss each other. There was a passion in their kiss, fueled by their emotions and the fire of the song.

AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU
AND HOT BE MOVED BY YOU
WOULD YOU TELL ME HOW COULD IT BE
ANY BETTER THAN THIS

 As the song began to soften so did their kiss. They took in the last notes of the tune and broke away finally. Dawson kept his forehead against Gretchen's and his eyes closed even as the song changed to a fast, rap beat. Gretchen opened her eyes very slowly and took in a stabling breath of air. As Dawson opened his eyes finally and stared into hers, a grin grew on his face. She returned the pleasing smile. The negative thoughts she had been thinking had disappeared as they kissed.
 
 Gretchen looked around the room a second. She noticed two couples standing still near she and Dawson; their eyes directed her way and their whispers to each other. "I think we got ourselves an audience." Gretchen joked and motioned discreetly towards the couples.
 
 Dawson chuckled. "I think they're just wondering who you are and why me, of all people, is kissing you in the middle of the dance floor."
 
 "Well then they can keep wondering." She said and kissed him again.
 Dawson smiled to himself before kissing her back.

 Gretchen pulled away as the song changed to a fast beat, Latin song. She smiled and raised her eyes to Dawson. "This, I like to dance to." She ran a hand through her hair and danced sexily to the beat. Her hips and legs moved with the music and she stepped back, looking at Dawson with tempting eyes as she swiveled her shoulders slightly. Her fingers summoned him towards her. "You don't dance?" She took his hand and spun herself into him.
 
 Dawson was a bit taken a back. "I never knew you could move that way...and I dance, just not like that." He grinned. "You can keep doing your thing though."
 
 With swiveling hips, fancy footwork, and auburn hair moving with her, Gretchen yet again drew a small audience. Dawson stepped back slightly to let her dance on her own, crossing his arms over his stomach and watching his girlfriend's undulating motions with a smile on his face. She was so into the music that it looked like she almost forgot everyone else was there. That wasn't the case at all though. She knew people were watching her, but decided to keep her eyes plastered on Dawson. She only broke her gaze when Drue approached him.
 
 "Wow-ie..." He raised his eyebrows. Dawson glanced back at Drue. "She is HOT Dawson. You know what they say about girls who can dance like that?"
 
 "What?" Dawson let Drue amuse him.
 
 "That they're damned good in bed." Drue winked. "Have fun tonight Leery. Be safe." Dawson rolled his eyes. "Now I have to go find my date...she seems to be avoiding me..."
 
 "I wonder why." Dawson deadpanned and looked back to Gretchen who was slowing her dance as the song ended. He clapped lightly. "I'm impressed."
 
 "I had a Puerto Rican boyfriend my freshman year of college. He taught me how to dance." She smiled and took Dawson's hand. "Let's get something to drink."
 
 "I'm up for that." He nodded and walked with her. "Don't pay any attention to Drue...he just likes annoying us."
 
 Gretchen laughed a little. "It's okay. I've heard it all, trust me."
 
 "I trust you." Dawson smiled and handed Gretchen a glass of water.
 
 She took the frosty glass and sipped the water. "He could be right though." Gretchen raised her eyebrows.
 
 "You mean, Drue?"
 
 "Mmm hmm." She nodded.
 
 Dawson laughed. "He'll never know for sure though."
 
 "Oh and you will?" She questioned teasingly, turning from him and walking towards their table.
 
 "Hey..." He smiled and went after her. "That's not very nice Miss. Witter."
 
 "Who said I had to be nice, Mr. Leery?" She raised her brows.
 
 "Me." He said, pulling her to him.
 
 Gretchen laughed. "Careful there. I don't want to spill my water."
 
 "Sorry." He said softly and took the glass from her, put it on the table and kissed her lips.
 
 She smiled. "You can't stop kissing me tonight, can you?"
 
 "No, not really." He smiled and kissed her again.
 
 A chuckle escaped her after they pulled away. "Let's sit."
 
 "Okay." He said and pulled out a chair for her. Gretchen smoothed the back of her dress before sitting. As Gretchen reached for her water glass, Dawson looked her up and down. A tiny smile was curled on his lips when she looked back at him.
 
 "What?" She asked with a slight laugh.
 
 "Nothing." He shook his head, trying to defeat his smirk.
 
 "Nothing? That's why you're smirking?"
 
 "If I tell you why I'm smirking you'll hit me." He joked.
 
 "Well tell me and give me the pleasure." She replied bitingly.
 
 "Oooh..." His head titled back as he let out a chuckle.
 
 "Come on..." Gretchen put her hand on Dawson's. "Tell me."
 
 "I was just thinking about...how hot you look in that dress."
 
 "And why would I hit you for that?" She raised her brows.
 
 "Because that's not all I was thinking." He admitted.
 
 "Oh geez. Go no further. I know what you were thinking." She smiled.
 
 Dawson laughed. "Okay. Thanks."
 
 They sat in silence for a few moments. Gretchen's eyes scanned the boat and Dawson kept his eyes on Gretchen, wondering desperately what she was thinking. She looked upset all of a sudden. Unbeknownst to Dawson, she was kind of upset. Gretchen could not believe she was at the senior prom, again.  Suddenly she wanted to run screaming from the boat and from everything that was Capeside. But then she thought of Dawson and how much she loved him and wanted to stay. She couldn't believe this was where she was in her life right then, though. 21 years old at a senior prom with her 18-year-old boyfriend. It seemed kind of pathetic.
 
 Dawson studied the curved corners of Gretchen's eyes. Her face turned distant all of a sudden and he had no idea why. He was almost afraid to ask. So he let his thoughts drift to her inner and outer beauty, and everything she meant to him. Everything felt perfect so far. Her promise was coming true. The evening was kicking ass. Gretchen licked her lips and turned to Dawson again. "Welcome back." He joked.
 
 "Very funny." She smiled.
 
 Another pause.
 
 "Tell me something." Dawson said.
 
 "What." She replied.
 
 "Why the hell you're with me."
 
 Gretchen let out a surprised laugh. "Where is that coming from?"
 
 "I'm looking at you and wondering why I'm so lucky." His eyes were sincere.
 
 "I guess we could say we were both extremely emotionally messed up from previous relationships, and happened to stumble upon each other at the right time. So, we're both lucky."
 
 "Speaking of Lucky..." Dawson's eyes turned suggestive. "I haven't seen him in quite awhile."
 
 She laughed again. "Like four days, Dawson."
 
 "Well, that's awhile!" He grinned.
 
 Gretchen just rolled her eyes and they both laughed.