GAMBLING HEARTS

A/N: By popular demand, my first AU/Crossover is going to be published. I hope this will be as widely embraced by my regulars. This was originally written 4 years ago. It had been improved (somewhat). Hopefully, you'd have as much fun reading it as much I did writing it then.

Notes: Pacey and Audrey are not dating. Charlie is still trying to get into Joey's pants. Everyone but Rory and Tristin is a sophomore. Of course, Pacey being a TA is totally unrealistic and the timeline is a bit off but it's my story and I wrote it the story the way I deemed fit.

The characters of the story are the property of WB, Gilmore Girls and Dawson's Creek's writers and producers. There are no spoilers. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

Rory Gilmore sat on a chair, nervous and alone. It was hard enough that she felt restless, not being able to make friends with her suitemates. They all seem – sophisticated. She may have gone to Chilton but she felt like the prestigious school needed some major adjustments when it comes to preparing its students for prestigious universities like Harvard. She leaned forward on her table top, waiting for the other students to fill in the empty seats around her.

What she would do to have someone like Paris to bicker with right now.

Rory moved in to room two days ago, much to her father's demise.

"Rory, you know you can always stay with us," he argued with her as he lifted a half filled box to her dorm room.

"I know," she muttered softly, not telling him that she can't stand being in the same room with his wife, Sherry.

"And you know, Gigi will not be a problem. I promise you," he tried bargaining with her again.

"Dad, I need to do this for me," she replied diplomatically. "I'll be around when I could."

"I have this strange feeling that your mother will be seeing more of you than I ever would even if we live so close to each other," he smiled wanly.

Rory didn't bother to reply. It was the truth.

"I wish I could be as calm as you right now," the male voice interrupted her thoughts.

Rory looked up and smiled at the guy that sat right next to her. He looked a little older. Not as much as a Douglas/Zeta-Jones relationship but enough to know that he was more mature than she was.

"It isn't that hard, you know," she said, her voice laced with wistfulness.

"Pleasant thoughts?" he asked again. Both she and him stared at the room that was starting to fill up.

"Some," she replied vaguely. "Times I wish I was still in high school."

"High school?" he replied, mocking. "I was glad to high tail out of there. Thinking of high school just gave me the heebie-jeebies." With the thought, he shrugged his shoulders.

"It can't be that bad, " she giggled, straightening up from her seat.

"Ooh, that's where I could prove you wrong," he replied, whispering his tease. "Everyone's in a clique, everyone's into your business, the girl of your dreams is your best friend's soul mate…"

"Sounds like you've listened to 'Jessie's Girl' in repeat," Rory answered. She was intrigued with him.

"Don't tell me you didn't go through the same routine!" he asked her in astonishment.

"Hmm, not quite," Rory admitted. "I went to a prep school in my sophomore year."

"Really?" he replied in astonishment. "All girl school? Catholic?"

"Neither," she chuckled. "Co-ed, academic."

"So to say, I am intrigued," he said before humming. "Miss…"

"Gilmore. Rory Gilmore," she introduced herself.

"Well Miss Rory Gilmore, I'd love to continue this conversation at a later date. Would it be possible that you'd be able to join me and a couple of friends for a snack later on today? I promise we don't bite," he assured you.

Rory muddled over his invitation. Smiling, she said, "Sure, why not?"

"Great!" he responded, writing down a phone number on the corner of her pristine notebook page. "Call me tonight at around six. I think the gang would truly like a new addition."

"Thanks," she said almost too quietly for him to hear.

Just like that, he stood up and headed up to the front of the class.

"Alright, everyone. I just want to welcome you all to American Literature. My name is Pacey Witter and I am your TA…"

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"So Joey, how is it that Charlie is still trying to get into your pants even if you told him that he's a scuzz ball?" Audrey Lidell asked as she inserted a barrette to hold her thick blonde hair up.

"Because he is apparently retarded," Joey Potter replied immediately as she took her blush brush to rid her cheeks of the excess make up she applied. "Plus he has no life."

"You know, you're going to give the poor boy a complex," Audrey laughed melodically. "And may I point out that he is the hottest member of 'Aggressive Mediocrity'."

"I don't see you knocking on his door," Joey raised her slightly upturned nose to her roommate.

"Ew! That's like me wanting to covet your most favorite underwear," Audrey succinctly described.

"Lovely visual, Lidell," Joey smirked. "I really don't get why he feels that he has to make me see him in a different light."

"Bunny, to any guy, you are irresistible," Audrey replied like a true best friend. "Besides, Charlie thinks that you're a better challenge than Jen ever would be."

"Now that's one thing I wouldn't want to think about," Joey said as she picked up her schoolbooks.

As the two girls walked out, Audrey said, "Thanks for taking this class with me. Hopefully this would help me stay focused in class."

"Just promise me you're not going to use me as your note-taking secretary," Joey mocked, elbowing her friend.

"Me? Use you as a secretary? No!" Audrey replied dramatically. They both knew the truth.

Both strolled Worthington's quiet, wide-open fields, embracing the fall sunshine falling on their shoulders.

"Can you believe that we've actually got three years left in this god-forsaken place," Audrey let out loudly.

Joey chuckled at her statement. "First, you have to attend the classes so that you could even qualify to graduate on time."

"You are such a total bore, Joey Potter," Audrey harrumphed. "Hasn't anyone clued you on that yet?"

"Oh, just the usual suspects: Dawson, Jen, Jack, Pacey…" Joey rattled off.

"I think Pacey's a hottie," Audrey replied, mid-thought.

Joey looked away from Audrey as she made the statement. An odd sensation of jealousy crept out of nowhere and she was afraid that Audrey would will her feelings for her former flame in the most inappropriate moment.

"So," Joey said slowly. "Are you going to try and seduce Pacey?"

A guffaw escaped Audrey's lips. "Yeah, right. That's like making Brad Pitt fall in love with me."

"Brad Pitt?" it was Joey's turn to laugh. "Trust me, Pacey isn't anywhere close in the realm of Brad Pitt."

Before Audrey could make her comparison, someone out of nowhere bumped her shoulder, making her book bag fly out of her control.

"Watch it, you freak!" she replied with venom.

The running figure stopped short and turned around to apologize.

"Charlie?" Joey and Audrey replied in unison.

"I am so sorry," the blonde apologized, picking up the loose-leaf paper that scattered around their feet. "I didn't mean to…"

"Charlie, what are you doing here?" Joey snapped at the blonde, bending over to help collect Audrey's clutter.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who Charlie is," he smiled as he faced Joey.

"Oh-ho. This is a good one," Audrey chuckled, grabbing the paper and books held by the blonde. "It too late for April Fool's Day and too early in the semester to cut classes. Boston Bay can't be that bad, you know."

"I have no clue what you two are talking about," he chuckled as he stood up.

"Okay, whatever," Audrey replied for her roommate. "Just say what you have to say and get out of our face. We're going to be late for class."

"I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I'm just a little nervous."

"About what? Running into your other groupies?" Joey asked sarcastically.

"Lady, I have no clue what you're talking about. Groupies?" he asked mid-laugh.

"You know, the kind that hangs around back stage, offering you sex the moment you put down your bass," Joey explained, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Wow, I didn't know that really worked," he chuckled. "Maybe I should pick up the bass sometime."

Audrey and Joey stared at each other.

"I'd like to continue this conversation but I'm going to be late for my first class," he informed the duo. "Would you guys happen to know where the Physics lab is?"

"Yeah," Joey crinkled her eyebrows together. "We're headed there. Why?"

"It's my first class. By the way, I'm Tristin DuGrey."