Fools Rush In

Disclaimer: I don't own the movie "Fools Rush In" or the show, Dawson's Creek, kay? I'm just borrowing the plotline from "Fools Rush In" and some of the characters from Dawson's Creek. I'm not claiming to own anything here, just borrowing.

Author's Note: Ok, Here's the thing; the movie "Fools Rush In" was on TV the other night. And while watching it, I got the idea to write this. So I guess… I just hope you guys like this story. The dialogue isn't going to be word for word, but some of the lines of phrases may be used. But for the most part, the dialogue will be different; plotline…pretty much the same.

If you wanna get a mental picture of what season Dawson and Joey look like they came from in this story, I guess it's from the fifth or sixth. BUT like I said, this is an alternate universe type fan fiction. There is no back story to them, they just have the same personalities as they would on the show. And instead of having Dawson being a construction worker or whatever Alex Whitman was in the movie, Dawson is; surprise, surprise, involved with a movie. Oh! Um. This story is set in Boston where Joey lives. The movie company Dawson is working for is shooting some scenes for a movie they're doing, that's what brought him there, otherwise, he lives in Los Angeles. Any of this confusing? E-mail me at the address below and I'll try to explain it.

Feedback: Yes! I would LOVE feedback. Please send feedback to [email protected]. I'd love to hear what your guys think of my new story!

Thank You's: A BIG thank you to Jessie who helped me get ideas together.

Spoilers: There aren't any spoilers in here this time (Well, except if you haven't seen the movie "Fools Rush In".) This is an AU (Alternate Universe) fan fiction. So what you know about Dawson and Joey growing up together, being best friends, sadly there is none of that in this fan-fiction.

"Alright, I got it," Dawson Leery said, holding his cell phone to his ear. "I just can't wait to be back in L.A., that's all. This place…. Not much goes on here," he said. "It's enough to make you restless at times, I'm not joking, I grew up in a small town like this one." He looked out the window for a place to stop and eat.

"No right now I'm looking for a place to eat; I'm hungry." He listened to the voice on the other end as he continued to look. Dawson then saw a place ahead that caught his attention.

"Got it. Look, I gotta get something to eat." A pause. "Alright, bye." He turned his phone off as he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. He could tell it was packed; but it was a Friday night, so he wasn't exactly surprised. Although he hadn't been in Boston long, the area wasn't exactly new to him. His stomach grumbled as the walked through the restaurant door, the smell of food wafted towards him.

A few hours later, Dawson finished off his second beer, feeling relaxed as he typed away at his laptop. He looked around the restaurant, well it was more like a bar than a restaurant, he said to himself. Dawson wasn't much of a drinker, but sometimes drinking one helped him relax after a weeks work on the set. He looked back down at his laptop deciding he had done enough work for the night. He put the laptop away and looked around the room, watching as other people enjoyed their Friday night. Some louder than others.

Dawson smiled as the waitress walked over to his table.

"Here ya go Mr." she said as she put the bill on the table.

Dawson smiled at her. "Thank you." She smiled back sweetly before walking away. She couldn't be anymore older than twenty one, Dawson thought. He took the last sip of his beer and looked down at his watch.

"I should be getting back," he said to himself. He was staying in a company place while they shot their new movie in town. Dawson got up and pulled out his wallet, dropping money on the table along with a tip before heading to the bathroom. He groaned as he walked up to the line that was for the bathroom. The payphone was right next to the bathroom, which was an odd place to have one, Dawson thought.

He walked up, being next in line, feeling lucky he got there before the line grew any longer. As he grew closer and closer o the bathroom, he could hear a voice nearby. He looked and sure enough, there was a woman engaged in a conversation at the payphone.

"Bessie, it just didn't work out between Eddie and I. We were both heading in two very different directions." She paused. "Well, I'm sorry if I 'broke his heart' but I wasn't ready for that much of a commitment," the woman explained. Dawson knew he should probably stop listening in on her conversation, but he couldn't help it. There was something about her voice that he was attracted to.

"What do you mean? He proposed Bessie! Of coarse he wanted a long commitment. I knew this would happen you know." Pause. "I can't just be in a relationship with a person. I have the worse possible luck with guys. At this rate, I'll never find my soul-mate!" Another pause. "Ok, look, I'll call you later, alright? I have to go to the bathroom!" she exclaimed. Dawson stepped back, so that he wouldn't be caught listening as the woman hung up the phone. She walked away from the phone and looked at the size of the line. She looked at Dawson, who was next in line, and smiled.

"Hi, excuse me, but I was there," she said sweetly.

Dawson smiled. "Now I know I've had a beer or two, but I could have sworn you were just at the payphone right there," he said as he pointed to the payphone.

"Nope, you were imagining that. I was in front of you the whole time," she said. Dawson liked her sense of humor.

"Now that I would have remembered," he assured her. She smiled.

"Please, I really need to pee," she said, pretending to pout. Dawson was lost in her dark brown eyes. She was beautiful. Probably an actress with those looks, he thought. Her hair was shoulder length and was a dark brown. Dawson looked behind him and noticed a long line, including some hefty looking men in the line.

"You realize I could die if I let you cut, right?" he asked. She smiled.

"Don't worry, I pee really fast. I grew up in a B & B that my sister owns," she said. Dawson looked at her and knew he couldn't refuse.

"Alright, fine," he said.

Joey smiled as she got in front of him. "Thank you!" Someone then made a comment in the back, but there was nothing more said about Dawson letting her cut in front- to his relief.

"By the way, my name is Joey," she said as she extended her hand.

"Hi, I'm Dawson," he said, taking her hand. He could have sworn he felt sparks as soon as their hands touched. Her hand was so soft… He slowly pulled his had away before his imagination could get the best of him. Sometimes writing scripts had that effect on him.

"So…" he began, struggling with what to say to her. "You believe in all that 'soul-mate' stuff?"

Joey turned around. "Do you always eavesdrop on other people's conversations?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, I just-" Dawson apologized, knowing he had overstepped his boundaries.

Joey smiled. "No, it's ok," she assured him. "Yes, I believe that everyone has a soul-mate out there, just waiting for the other person to find them. Don't you?" she asked. Dawson paused, thinking about her question.

"Mmmm…. I don't know. I mean, I used to," he said.

"That's too bad," Joey said.

"Oh? Why is that?" he asked.

"Because maybe you and I are soul-mates, and now is the time the fates chose for us to meet" she said, matter of faculty. Dawson was almost rendered speechless.

"And why would the fates choose right now for us to meet, when we could have met in a hundred other places?" he asked. Joey grinned as the person who was using the bathroom before her walked out.

"So that I wouldn't have to wait in this long line crossing my legs," she said, sticking her tongue out playfully before walking off to the bathroom.

Dawson just stood there, going over in his head what had just happened.

~*~

Joey woke up some time later on. She was pretty sure it was morning. Well, the only way to find out is to open your eyes, she said to herself. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with unfamiliar scenery. Then it all came back to her…

After she had gotten out of the bathroom, she had flirted with that Dawson guy a little more. They sat down at an empty table in the back and chatted for a while; ordering more drinks and flirting to no end. Joey had no idea how long they sat at the table and flirted; could have been minutes, could have been hours, it had been such a blur to her. Next thing she knew, she was following him home in her car. Once they got to his house, the continued to flirt, and touch. One thing led to another…and before she knew it, she was in bed with a stranger!

Good job Joey, look at what you got yourself into! She screamed to herself. She had never done such a stupid thing before. She was always the one to think things to death before acting. There was just something about Dawson, she felt comfortable around him. Which was probably thanks to the drinks she had had earlier…

She looked to the right of her. There was Dawson, sleeping soundly on his stomach; one arm under the pillow while the other was draped over her stomach. He's pretty cute though, she said to herself. She lay there for a moment, thinking of what she should do. Should I write him a letter? 'Dear Dawson, thanks for the spontaneous night of sex. Sorry I didn't catch your last name. She sighed in frustration before deciding she just needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

Well, no time like the present! She told herself as carefully moved Dawson's arm off of her, so that she could get up. Clutching the sheet to her naked body, Joey searched for her clothes, hoping Dawson wouldn't wake up. As soon as she was dressed, she left; without so much as a note goodbye…