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Disclaimer: blah blah blah blah you already know this. If I owned
"Friends", do you think I would be writing a fanfic?
Summary: A Joey angsty story for a change. His POV about being alone. Will add more if there is enough interest. R/R? =)
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SUFFER
~ The hate you feel won't go away you're all programmed to
feel this way to live another day within a world
That loves to suffer
And then I come to find everything's O.K. seen this all
before but that was yesterday. I try to walk right t hrough the messes that I've made just let me enjoy
the life here that I've made
I've tried to give it all to you. Can't take anymore to do
with this. It hurts inside. I know why I hide 'cause
I suffer
I tried to keep it all inside didn't leave me too much
pride forced it all down inside forced myself to make
me suffer
-Staind
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They say everybody has somebody. Ha. Bull. But how could I say that? I see it all around me everyday. Smiling faces. Right in front of my face. There sits my 5 friends. All with their 'soulmate'. It's all crap. Monica and Chandler. Look at them. Friends for like a billion years (even though he used to call her fat), and one day - BAM - they do it, and they're married. Can it be that simple? Right beside them. Ross and Rachel. A crush from him on her for like a billion years. Soulmates. Having a baby. Then there's Phoebe. She's got Mike. And they're pretty serious. Who do I have? Pizza. Cold leftover pizza and beer in the fridge and Baywatch fantasties on the tv. I've got my recliner chair, and my shitty acting career. Boy am I going places. I'm just set for life!
Right.
It's probably all my fault anyway. I'm the big Italian romancer who has flings. That's me. The big stupid man-whore who never gets any jokes my "smart" friends make. It's not fair. Everybody has somebody, and I have nobody.
"But Joey, you have all of us! We'll always be here for you!"
No you won't. Go make your families. Don't worry about me. I taped Baywatch.
What is this thing called a 'soulmate' anyhow? Is it just two people who mutually feel the same, or two people who find eachother in the world with like a billion people in it in which fate has brought them together? Is there still supposed to be that one Mrs. Tribiani out there?
I doubt it.
They're all laughing at me. See, I missed the joke again. I fake laugh again. They never know the difference. They're too busy taking about some "special" that aired on Discovery Channel last night.
"HEY GUYS, SEE THAT GIRL ON BAYWATCH LAST NIGHT??!"
Ha, I wonder what their reaction would be. Look at stupid Joey; that's all he thinks about.
They don't know me at all. They could probably name my favorite food (sandwiches) but what else?
Ah just forget it. Oh look they're talking again. Cuddling.
Oh barf.
Rachel, I liked her. More than liked, actually.. Hard to admit it to myself that I would actually have those feelings. "Joey doesn't have deep feelings." Only person to ever make me melt like that, and my good 'ol buddy Ross swooops on in and takes her from right under my grasp. Good 'ol married and divorced 3 times Ross. Good 'ol Ross that has every damn thing in the world. A great family, a great girl, a son, with a daughter on the way.
Then there's Chandler. Best fooze competition on the planet. Baywatch watchin' buddy, back in the day.. Married Chandler. The same Chandler who *moved out* and left me all alone in a self pity party which is actually quite pathetic.
What am I saying, it's not any of their faults. They were just lucky. I'll find somebody. I'll have little Joe Jr. I'll teach him how to ride a bike and to play football...
Shut up stupid optimistic Joey. None of those things are going to happen. You're too old for that.
Oh no, Phoebe's leaving. They left me with the 2 puking couples. I can hardly watch anymore. Hands all over the place, hair stroking, "I love you's" being thrown around like some sort of confetti party.
I need an excuse to get out of here. I can't take this anymore.
"Uhh.. I just remembered, I have to.. be somewhere.." I stand up and announce my departure. They look up, smiling in-love faces, responding with 'okays' and 'catch ya laters'. They don't know. I suppose I don't want them to know. It's not like they can help. They're not just going to break up, just to lower my misery. I wouldn't ask them too. Don't want to be selfish or anything.
I nod and quickly leave Central Perk, and my unfinished chocolate muffin at my 'spot' by the little table. I wonder if they even noticed I didn't finish my food.
I'm Joey - I always finish my food.
They don't, and as I reach the door, they are laughing about something else. Hardly affected by my leaving.
Who needs them anyway, they sure as hell don't need me.
One last look at the couch while I hold the door open, I sigh and duck out and back to my dingy apartment.
No problem, I'll be fine.
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Summary: A Joey angsty story for a change. His POV about being alone. Will add more if there is enough interest. R/R? =)
~
SUFFER
~ The hate you feel won't go away you're all programmed to
feel this way to live another day within a world
That loves to suffer
And then I come to find everything's O.K. seen this all
before but that was yesterday. I try to walk right t hrough the messes that I've made just let me enjoy
the life here that I've made
I've tried to give it all to you. Can't take anymore to do
with this. It hurts inside. I know why I hide 'cause
I suffer
I tried to keep it all inside didn't leave me too much
pride forced it all down inside forced myself to make
me suffer
-Staind
~
They say everybody has somebody. Ha. Bull. But how could I say that? I see it all around me everyday. Smiling faces. Right in front of my face. There sits my 5 friends. All with their 'soulmate'. It's all crap. Monica and Chandler. Look at them. Friends for like a billion years (even though he used to call her fat), and one day - BAM - they do it, and they're married. Can it be that simple? Right beside them. Ross and Rachel. A crush from him on her for like a billion years. Soulmates. Having a baby. Then there's Phoebe. She's got Mike. And they're pretty serious. Who do I have? Pizza. Cold leftover pizza and beer in the fridge and Baywatch fantasties on the tv. I've got my recliner chair, and my shitty acting career. Boy am I going places. I'm just set for life!
Right.
It's probably all my fault anyway. I'm the big Italian romancer who has flings. That's me. The big stupid man-whore who never gets any jokes my "smart" friends make. It's not fair. Everybody has somebody, and I have nobody.
"But Joey, you have all of us! We'll always be here for you!"
No you won't. Go make your families. Don't worry about me. I taped Baywatch.
What is this thing called a 'soulmate' anyhow? Is it just two people who mutually feel the same, or two people who find eachother in the world with like a billion people in it in which fate has brought them together? Is there still supposed to be that one Mrs. Tribiani out there?
I doubt it.
They're all laughing at me. See, I missed the joke again. I fake laugh again. They never know the difference. They're too busy taking about some "special" that aired on Discovery Channel last night.
"HEY GUYS, SEE THAT GIRL ON BAYWATCH LAST NIGHT??!"
Ha, I wonder what their reaction would be. Look at stupid Joey; that's all he thinks about.
They don't know me at all. They could probably name my favorite food (sandwiches) but what else?
Ah just forget it. Oh look they're talking again. Cuddling.
Oh barf.
Rachel, I liked her. More than liked, actually.. Hard to admit it to myself that I would actually have those feelings. "Joey doesn't have deep feelings." Only person to ever make me melt like that, and my good 'ol buddy Ross swooops on in and takes her from right under my grasp. Good 'ol married and divorced 3 times Ross. Good 'ol Ross that has every damn thing in the world. A great family, a great girl, a son, with a daughter on the way.
Then there's Chandler. Best fooze competition on the planet. Baywatch watchin' buddy, back in the day.. Married Chandler. The same Chandler who *moved out* and left me all alone in a self pity party which is actually quite pathetic.
What am I saying, it's not any of their faults. They were just lucky. I'll find somebody. I'll have little Joe Jr. I'll teach him how to ride a bike and to play football...
Shut up stupid optimistic Joey. None of those things are going to happen. You're too old for that.
Oh no, Phoebe's leaving. They left me with the 2 puking couples. I can hardly watch anymore. Hands all over the place, hair stroking, "I love you's" being thrown around like some sort of confetti party.
I need an excuse to get out of here. I can't take this anymore.
"Uhh.. I just remembered, I have to.. be somewhere.." I stand up and announce my departure. They look up, smiling in-love faces, responding with 'okays' and 'catch ya laters'. They don't know. I suppose I don't want them to know. It's not like they can help. They're not just going to break up, just to lower my misery. I wouldn't ask them too. Don't want to be selfish or anything.
I nod and quickly leave Central Perk, and my unfinished chocolate muffin at my 'spot' by the little table. I wonder if they even noticed I didn't finish my food.
I'm Joey - I always finish my food.
They don't, and as I reach the door, they are laughing about something else. Hardly affected by my leaving.
Who needs them anyway, they sure as hell don't need me.
One last look at the couch while I hold the door open, I sigh and duck out and back to my dingy apartment.
No problem, I'll be fine.
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