Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my ideas.

A/N: This is my first Dawson's Creek story, I usually just lurk around here, but I had a really good idea and decided to do it and I thought I'd post it here, since it's more of Dawson's Creek than Gilmore girls. It's a Dawson's Creek/Gilmore girls crossover, sort of. It pretty much explains itself in the first chapter.

Chapter 1

Welcome.

Another average, boring day in Capeside, Mass, the only thing different about this particular day is that the gang hasn't planned to watch a movie at Dawson's instead were sitting outside on his dock…

I guess before I get into that I should start by introducing myself. I'm Josephine Potter, but so help me god you actually call me that and your dead, I prefer Joey. Thanks. My friends and I have all grown up here together and have been friends since we were two. Our parents all met at some town function and quickly became friends. It was quite a coincidence that they all had kids the same age. That's how well all became friends. Although our parents aren't all that close anymore, ever since my mom died and my dad was arrested, the parents just kind of went their separate ways. But not us we all stayed close.

The gang consisted of Dawson Leery, Pacey Witter, Rory Gilmore, and me. We are quite the group.

Dawson loves movies and hopes to become the next Spielberg some day. I can't even tell you the amount of movies we've helped him make.

Then there's Pacey, no one, even him, is quite sure what he actually loves. Right now he's really into sailing. He's even fixing up an old junk boat, with our help of course.

As for Rory, well, her mom had her when she was sixteen in Hartford, Connecticut, where she managed to escape her high society parents and run away, and here of all places. Rory's got big dreams, kind of like Dawson, she wants to become the next Christane Amanpour, an overseas correspondent. And between you and me? She's got a secret thing for Dawson.

Finally, there's me. I'm just the girl from the wrong side of the creek. My mom died when I was twelve and my dad was arrested shortly after for trafficking marijuana. That was the worst time in my life and I don't know what I would have done without my friends. But, since then I've lived with my older sister, Bessie, and her boyfriend, Bodie.

Lorelai, Rory's mom, and Bessie have been becoming pretty close lately because she's helping Bessie through her pregnancy because she is the only one close to Bessie's age around that has been through the experience of being pregnant and not married. Bodie has been traveling a lot taking as many jobs as he can to make extra money for the baby.

Life in Capeside is pretty annoying especially when you're the topic of discussion for the gossip mill around here. I hate when I have to work and listen to the hoity toity ladies talking about me or someone I care about or even just anybody, it just pisses me off. They all think they're better than us because they have money and they live on the "good" part of the creek. Like that even makes a difference.

Dawson's neighbor, Evelyn Ryan, or Mrs. Ryan to us, came over to us while we were at Dawson's a few days ago and told us her niece and nephew were coming to stay with her. She asked if we would mind showing them around because they were both our age, which of course we agreed to since we're all afraid of what she may do if we don't. Ok, so actually I'm the only one afraid, I don't know why, but I've always had a fear of that woman. She told us that they would be arriving on Saturday and that she would be picking them up at the train station at noon. We told her we'd be waiting on the dock when she arrived home. And that's what we are doing right now, waiting.

Their names are Jen and Jess and they're from New York City. Mrs. Ryan said that they were staying, most likely, indefinitely. Although she wouldn't shed much light to why they were coming here in the first place and that's what we are talking about now, why they were leaving the Big Apple to come here.

"Maybe they got in trouble. Maybe they robbed a liquor store or something," Pacey suggested.

"Right, I'm sure that's what happened. Although wouldn't be living in a jail cell not Capeside," I replied.

"Maybe this was an alternate punishment kind of thing," Dawson said adding his opinion to the mix.

Rory, the voice of reason, added, "Doubt it. They're probably just having family problems or something. Mr. Ryan is really sick isn't he?"

"Yeah but it looks like we won't have to wait to find out much longer, look," We all looked in the direction of Pacey's finger to see Mrs. Ryan's car pull up with two extra passengers.

They both emerged from the car. Jen's the one we can see; she has shoulder length blonde hair, pretty average height and she looks like she should be in a magazine.

"Jess, help me with these bags, please," Jen called over the car to her brother. As he came around the car, Rory and I's jaws dropped. He's gorgeous. He has black wild hair; he's about the same height as Jen maybe a little taller. He's skinny but muscular and has an amazing tan; you can defiantly tell he's Italian. He's wearing baggy jeans and a Metallica T-shirt. There's one thing I do not understand though. It's how they are brother and sister and the same age, but they don't look alike enough to be twins. Pacey and Dawson both realize we're staring, so they snap their fingers in front of our faces and tell us to stop drooling.

When don't stop they say, "Guys, seriously, your disgusting."

"Hey, we can't help it if he's hot," Rory replied as we both snapped back to reality.

"Well, wipe your mouths we're going over to introduce ourselves," Dawson ordered.

"Please, like you two aren't drooling over Jen," I retorted, quietly, as we walked over to where they were unloading the car.

Once we got over to the car Mrs. Ryan had already come back outside and called us over to her. We obliged and were standing by her side as she introduced us all.

"Joey, Pacey, Dawson and Rory I'd like you to meet my niece and nephew, Jennifer and Jess," she said as she pointed to each of us as she said our names. We all said or various ways of saying hello. Then Mrs. Ryan continued talking to Jen and Jess, "My dears, Joey, Pacey, Dawson and Rory have offered to give you a little welcoming. They'll show you around Capeside."

"Great," we heard Jess mutter.

"Now go on children, I can handle the rest of this and if I need help I'll get Mr. Leery," Grams said shooing us away.

"Alright Grams, bye." Jen went up and kissed her Grams on the cheek and went and stood by us, next to Dawson. While Jess did the same thing except he stood next me.

"Let's get this over with, please." Jess said as we started to walk away from the house.