I hugged them first, mustering in each squeeze all the love and gratitude I felt towards them. Then Dawson yelled, “Party!” and—well, obviously the celebrations began.
I definitely didn't know what everyone wanted to do, and I was worried my two different friend groups wouldn't connect right away. But Dawson apparently did.
“Hey, let's go check out Mr. Gemson's Nintendo 64! I haven't played one of those in forever.”
He immediately bolted into the adjacent room, closely followed by Logan and Claire, who was fashioning a rather chummy friendship with the former at school. You could already tell I wanted them to hook up. Next to proceed were my other Lincoln High associates, giggling and whispering to one another. I noticed how Monica's eyes were strictly transfixed on Dawson's retreating
