A/N: This story is after the episode in series 3, 'TOW the Ultimate Fighting Champion', where Monica kind of breaks up with Pete and begs him not to go along to be the fighting champion, you know in the wrestling competition? Well yeah, this is a three-shot after that episode, before the beach one. Anyone ever liked the thought of Monica and Joey? ;)
Friends: TOW Monica gets confused
Monica's POV
Whoa, I can barely walk! Ha-ha, I'm such a joker aren't I? I wonder where Rachel got to, my nutty little roommate. I swear she went off to flirt with some guys, she's always doing that. Personally I think she's still in love with Ross, but that's another story. But seriously, come on! They're having this complicated edge between them, trying to be friends.
Well actually, they keep insisting that they don't particularly like each other at the moment. But what Ross did was the cleverest thing, but they were on a break! If I told this to Rachel she would not talk to me anymore, so I keep it to myself.
She keeps saying that they weren't, but I know Ross told me the truth that she clearly stated that they were on a break. Silly Rachel!
Anyways, so I'm like totally drunk... want to know why? Because I know now that I and Pete can't work out, because he's driven himself into become this fighting champion, which is insane. I can't do much now but move on, even though I think I'm still in love with him.
So here I am, laughing at myself, tripping up the stairs. It is pretty funny though, I'm sure I look like a total idiot. Phew, at least I managed to get up each step, with no help at all! I'm so happy; I'm not normally capable of doing that. See what I mean by getting drunk? I need it.
I figured that I will probably be alone for the rest of my life now, since the relationships I get into seem to always end bad... ugh, I'm such a mess. Stupid alcohol, one minute you're overjoyed and happy, then the next you're depressed, fed up with your single life. I think I should get into the apartment and see if Rachel's home.
Thankfully I got my key out from my bag, but then I dropped it. Sigh, clumsy me, I'm always more clumsy when I'm drunk. I can never get used to the fact that your mind is still okay, but when you try and speak or do something, it never works out properly.
Anyway, so I slowly managed to get my key to open the front door, and I stumbled in, falling on to the floor. I laughed again, what seemed more of a witch cackle. I rolled round on the apartment floor, only just realising that Joey was standing above me. How the heck did he get in here?
"Mon, are you alright?" He asked, eyeing me with slight concern.
I started giggling like a fool, which I had no idea why. But I sheepishly nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm fine Joey... how you doing?" Oh my god did I really just say that? Yup, I did. What a drunken weirdo I am.
"Come on Monica..." He mumbled, I felt his hands cradle my body as he picked me up bridle style and placed me on the couch. Ugh, I really felt like crying a little. He then leaned down to face me, smiling meekly. "You know, you don't look fine... what's up?"
"I'm fineeee Joe! Let me rest..." I spoke out, fluttering my eyes closed, even though I actually wasn't that tired if I'm honest. I then peaked one eye open and saw he was still and hadn't moved away an inch. "You don't look very tired, just very drunk... we need you sobered up."
I rolled my eyes, why didn't he want me to sober up? Joey's a great friend, but I want him to go. Well actually, that's what I want him to think... I need someone with me.
Joey's POV
I got up from where Monica was resting and went over to the kitchen sink, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and turned on the water tap and filled up with glass with some fresh cold water. I hope Monica's alright; I wonder why she's gotten herself so drunk? I've noticed her that she only it does when she gets upset about something. Huh, maybe a boyfriend perhaps? Rather that, an ex-boyfriend.
Party Monica was great, but when she got THIS drunk, it wasn't always good. I really hate having to go through this whole stage of being just a friend though. I wished I could get out of the stage of liking her, and yes I mean more than a friend. I've been crazy about her for ages now, but I knew that I really couldn't do anything; I couldn't do that to Ross.
I say Ross because I knew exactly how he would react if he found out that me and Monica were together, he wouldn't accept it. I know I would be protective over one of my sisters if Ross was hiding the fact that he was sleeping with one of them. So I can't do the same to Ross, that's not fair.
Stupid heart, I wish I could stop feeling these feelings I had for Monica. But she appears all the time with her moments of pleading, like as if she needed me all the time. It's happened more often, ever since Richard. She's didn't need me though when she was with Pete... gahh!
That's right! Pete! Gosh, why didn't I think of that? She's heartbroken because of Pete! Ohhh Monica; how you will be the death of me.
I went back to Monica who was now sitting up, watching the TV. She then saw me reappear and groaned, "You're not gone yet Joe? I appreciate your help, but you can't do anything..." Joey sighed, "Look Mon, I know why you're like this..."
Monica then looked at me with her recognisable pleading eyes; "You do?" I swear her voice almost sounded broken then, like as if she was about to cry. "Yeah... it is Pete isn't it?"
She whispered, "Yes..." and she lowered herself on to me, tugging her arms around my body. I looked down at her sympathetically and held my right hand on her arm and my left hand on her back... at least maybe my right was on her back and my left on my arm, which always confuses me.
Monica began groaning out to me, "I didn't want him to get hurt with this wrestling competition thing... you know?" I nodded and whispered, "Yeah I know, you were just looking out for him."
"Yes of course! He was my boyfriend. But I knew I couldn't do anything and I had to break up with him..." I felt a few of her warm tears drop on to my jeans. I carried on rubbing her hand; I felt her head slither up to the crook of my neck, placing her head softly to lay there. She held me closer to her, humming. I lowered my eyebrows a little, why was she humming?
"This feels nice..." She murmured. My eyes widened. I couldn't let her hold on to me any longer, I just knew that if we held this position, second thoughts would appear in her mind. Wait, how did I know that? She just needed me as a friend that is all.
She then mumbled again, "Could you pass me that glass of water again Joe?" I nodded and gently nudged her off me to get the glass from the table that was right in front of him. He gave it over to Monica and she took it, thanking me as she went to take a sip. I looked at her intensively as she drank it. She was looking into the glass, drinking the water pretty fast.
She was then finished and placed the glass on the table. She looked drifted for the moment and then looked at me again and whispered out a 'thank you' and smiled. She began laughing again, which was peculiarly weird. But then again, she was drunk. I let out a little sigh of relief when her face wasn't so close to mine anymore.
She then stood up, realising that she still couldn't walk and slipped again on to the carpet. I went to her aid and she was laughing once again. I loved her laugh actually, it was sweet. I held onto her to so she could get up, "Where were you going to?"
"I was going to the bathroom... to place my head in water!" She then cackled and it struck me, one of my eyebrows frowning, giving her a strange look. But it was still cute to watch, I chuckled. "Follow me!" She ordered and grabbed my arm to the bathroom. Uh oh, why did she want me in the bathroom? She must have needed me by my side I guess.
Monica's POV
Joey was right; I NEED to sober up before I do something stupid. But I couldn't reach the bathroom and I just fell over again. I huffed and crossed my arms, fed up with everything. Why bother? I can't sober up if I can't walk. Stupid alcohol... ha, there I go insulting the substance. SIGH.
I suddenly felt Joey dragging me into the bathroom, my eyes widened, shocking at what he was doing. Why was he dragging me? "Get off Joe!" Joey shook his head, "If you can't walk to the bathroom then I will drag you to the sink, okay?" I groaned a little and gave in, "Fine."
I shouldn't be angry at him; he was being a good friend. I then bended my head over a little and smiled at him when he finished dragging me, realising how slow it felt for us to move just a few metres. He smiled back at me weakly; I think he was just worried about me.
He then pulled me up to sit on the toilet; thankfully with the lid closed. Then he turned the cold tap of the sink and the water began to whoosh out. He picked up the sink plug that was hanging to the side and pushed it into the sink drain, the water filling up in the sink.
He then turned round and gave me his relaxed smile. I gave him a curious smile, was he gazing at me? Nah, it's probably just my drunken imagination. But at that moment he was looking at me, I couldn't help but stare at his face longingly. I didn't realise until now how fragile he really looked. He had such a detailed face, it looked so delicate. I'm pretty sure his eyes were sparkling too.
Oh god, why am I thinking this stuff? I can't think about Joey this way! He's one of my best friends! I know for sure that I couldn't feel this... feeling. Oh, but he's so wonderful and caring, sooo good looking and... NO! Stop Monica, come on! Forget it; forget you even thought of this.
But that was when I was out of my thoughts. "Hey Mon... you, err... hearing me?" I shook my head, "Err yeah... I'm hearing you." He nodded, "good, now stand up, if you can... and place your head in the water, okay?" I groaned, "Do I have too?" No joke, I swear I forgot about dunking my head in water. I don't even want to! But I don't even know why I don't, I know I would regret it if I didn't!
Joey frowned, "Yes... you said you were going too." I groaned again, "I changed my mind... I don't wanna." I let my hands out as a barrier, saying no as a gesture. Joey then said, "Come on Monica, you'll regret it tomorroowww..." Monica sighed, "Mmm, fine... but I can do something first?"
Joey looked at me suspiciously, folding his arms. "And what's that?" I stepped closer towards him, slightly stumbling and found myself getting closer to place my hands on his arms. Oh no, what was I doing? No, I can't be going through with what I was doing, could I? My face was inches from him; I could feel the space between getting smaller and smaller, his warm breath blowing on me. He was staring down at my lips when...
Cliff hanger, ha-ha! I bet if you're a Moey shipper you must be annoyed! I hope you liked this chapter; this is going to be a three shot. Please tell me your thoughts :)
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