Description: New Dawson's Creek story that I have been working on. Its based after the series ended, the only character that I own is Andrew.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the original story and Andrew.

Authors Note: if this story receives reviews I will update it regularly.

Chance Encounter:

Chapter#1

Ordering another drink, I quickly gulp it down. Standing from my seat at the bar, I tell the bar tender I'll be back in a few. Walking outside, I grab my pack of cigarettes. I'm smoking again. I promise myself constantly that I'll stop, its one I've broken continuously. Its not my fault though, I saw him…four years of avoidance and last week I saw him. Searching to no avail, I'm unable to find my lighter. Reaching for a pack of matches, I smile in relief as I find one. Striking one up, I go to light my cigarette when a hand pulls it from my mouth. Glaring up at the stranger, I protest in agitation," Give that back!"

" These things will kill you, you know.", advises the guy with a frown. Rolling my eyes in irritation, I fold my arms across my chest. Who the hell is this guy and why is he bothering me? If he doesn't give me back my cigarette in the next few minutes I will not hesitate to kick his ass. All I want to do is smoke my cigarette, drink a few more pints and then leave and go to bed. Is that asking too much? I don't think that it is.

" It's a risk that I'm willing to take.", I mutter in reply as I wait impatiently for him to hand me my cigarette back. Why is this guy even talking to me? if this is his way of hitting on me, I'm not interested. I didn't come out tonight to meet a guy, I have no interest in pursuing yet another failing relationship. They all end the same, just as I start to fall for said guy they leave me. their excuse is always the same, they claim that I'm still hung up on my ex.

" You don't remember me do you?", questions the guy with a disappoint frown making its way across his features. Staring at him with confusion, I study his face for a minute. Coming up with a blank, I shake my head with a sigh. Am I supposed to remember him? To my knowledge I have never met this guy in my life. If I have I certainly don't remember, he must not have left that much of an impression on me.

" Should I?", I inquire with a perplexed look on my face. There's no way that I have met this guy before. He has to be using that as a line to hit on me. There's no other explanation. If that's the case, he is in for a rude awakening. I am not in the mood to be dealing with jerks that only want one thing. I came out to drink and forget my sorrows, nothing else.

" I'm Andrew, we met a few years ago. You're Josephine.", he informs with a kind smile. Giving him a once over again, I still have absolutely no idea who he is. We must have met at one time though, he knows my name. Who the hell is he? Andrew does not ring a bell for me at all. If we met it was probably briefly and at a party.

Studying Andrew once more, I raise a confused eye brow," Guy with the violin and big yacht?"

Lighting up a cigarette of his own, Andrew finally hands me mine back," That's who you remember me as? …Seriously? No, I'm Jack's friend."

"…Are you gay?", I question hesitantly. Most of Jack's friends these days are gay. This a valid question to be asking. I still have no idea who this guy is. But if he is a friend of Jack's than I must have meant him before. Maybe I should take it easy on him, he seems harmless enough.

" What? No, we met at a frat party a few years ago. I gave you my number…but you never called me.", he explains with a sigh. Ah if we met at frat party its no wonder I don't remember him. I was always more than a little drunk at those events. Kind of had to be to deal with all the guys trying to hit n me. it got kind of annoying after a while. They never were able to take a hint. He gave me his number? Wow how do I not remember him then? Of that's right, a lot of guysd have given me their number, that's why.

" We met at a frat party? There in lies the reason why I never called.", I inform him honestly. I don't date frat guys, they are all jerks who are only interested in two things, drinking beer and getting laid. Do I look like the kind of girl who goes out with guys like that? I deserve better than some frat guy who'll likely wind up cheating on me.

" That's cold Joey.", mutters Andrew with a look of disappointment in his eyes. I almost feel bad for the guy….eh it will pass. He seems nice enough but I just don't go for frat guys. What does he want me to say right now? If he is a friend of Jacj's he cant be that bad though. Honestly all I want to do tonight is knock down a few more beers and go home.

" Truth hurts, sorry. It was nice seeing you again Andrew….Bye.", I acknowledge in a dismissive tone before turning to walk away. I'm not sure what he was expecting to happen but I'm really not in to mood to be bothered with tonight. Seeing Pacey last week has really put me in a funk. If that's not worse, I was stupid enough to sleep with him. We had all but reconciled our differences over our break up and I let myself believe that we could work things out. Seems that I couldn't have been more wrong. Pacey received a missed call and text the next morning from his girlfriend asking why he had broken up with her without reason over a voice mail message. Needless to say that once again my happy ending that I had envisioned with him was shattered. …..

Alright that was chapter 1, is this story worth continuing? Let me know if I should even bother.