Shifting Capes.

Prologue: The New Kid.

Dawson Leery sat in his bedroom, thinking of a new script to write. The young, aspiring filmmaker loved films. He also had a crush on a certain someone. Or someones.

Of course, he thought. Why not just make a movie script about Capeside?

In the seaside town he lived in, Capeside, Massachusetts, north of Boston, the capital of Massachusetts, the young 15-year-old had dreamed of bigger things.

He then thought of involving his younger sister, Allison, or Ally, who was 13, in it. But he thought she would decide to simply roll her eyes at him at the talk of being in another script, so he scrapped that idea.

Next, he thought of involving his friends. The ones from his not-so-long-ago childhood. He wondered what if they would agree-

He was snapped out of his dreaming trance by a knock on the door.

"Come in.", Dawson yelled.

The door opened to reveal Ally, standing in the doorway, in a simple T-shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers and a black coat, unzipped to reveal the shirt.

"You have to see this.", Ally spoke, panting.

Dawson then got up from his bed, thinking something was wrong.

"What happened now...", he thought.

"Before you say it, it isn't a prank.", Ally said.

Dawson then got his own sneakers on, and grabbed his sweater. But it was the beginning of July of 1995, July 1st to be exact, nearing the end of the beginning of the hot summer and of sophomore year. So, he took it off.

He then turned his old Holmes fan off, before walking to Ally's bedroom window.

Her room was right across from his, so he saw what she was talking about immediately.

"Are those moving trucks?!", Dawson nearly yelled.

"Yep... It's the new neighbors, diagonally across the street.", Ally revealed.

Dawson breathed a sigh of relief; he was relieved that any of his friends weren't moving away.

"Who's the new kid, then?", Dawson said.

"I don't know. We better go and say hello.", Ally said.

Dawson shook his head in agreement.

"Right. Let's go, then.", Dawson said.

The two siblings then went out of Ally's bedroom, down the stairs and to the front door, where Dawson realized he forgot his keys.

"Dammit.", he silently cursed. "I'll be right back, Ally."

"Wait-", Ally said, but he was already up the stairs, before he came back down again, shaking his keys, before putting them in his pants pocket.

Ally rolled her eyes playfully. "Silly Dawson. Always making the same old mistakes.", she teased.

Dawson shook his head and sighed calmly.

"Right.", he finally spoke after a minute of silence.

Ally then opened the door, before Dawson locked it. They then walked from their house, down their porch stairs, across the street, looking both ways of course, before running and reaching the other side of the street.

They were now in front of a familiar two-story house, which was diagonally across the street from them. But with new occupants instead of the old ones.

Then, the noise of sudden grunting came from one of the moving trucks. They saw a young teenage boy, about Dawson's age, picking up a pair of books. Old and rather heavy ones at that.