If you could read the texts between my high school friends and me yesterday, you’d see us deeply impacted by the loss of someone who shaped part of our adolescence and who we were becoming. Our friend group – teen girls & guys, most of us a mix of nerdy student athletes – met weekly at rotating houses to watch new episodes of Dawson’s Creek. We’d poke fun at the over-the-top, intellectually charged dialogue, root passionately for our chosen corner of the Pacey-Joey-Dawson