Author's Note:

This is my first Fan Fiction so try to go easy on me, but I would appreciate feedback and any suggestions/criticism

Summary

This is a Fan Fiction about Joey and Rachel in their high school years, although I decided to use a more modern time. That just means that it is not the actual years that Joey and Rachel would have been in high school. I hope you like it, Enjoy.

Rachel walked into her social studies class and walked over to her seat. Her friends, April and Monica sat around her. It was only the first week of their sophomore year, a Friday.

"So any weekend plans Rach?" April asked.

"I wish," Rachel responded. "My mom told me some family that used to live next door to us is coming to visit. They are coming tonight and staying all weekend."

"Oh like family friends?" Monica asked.

"I guess, truthfully I don't remember them. They are this huge Italian family with seven girls and one boy. Supposedly I was really close with the boy. My mom said we were like best friends until they moved away."

"Wow, is he our age?" April asked curiously.

"He's one year older," Rachel smirked back at her. "But I have no idea what he looks like now. My mom showed me a picture of me with all of them and my sisters, but we were like five and six." The bell rang then and their conversation came to an end. Rachel couldn't help but think about it all class. She couldn't understand why she didn't remember the family at all, especially after what her mother told her. She felt too embarrassed to tell her friends her mother's actual words. 'You two were literally inseparable. We were living next door before either of you were born. We always got together and you two hit it off right away. Then they moved to Queens when you were in second grade, you were so heartbroken. You would occasionally get together, but by the end of I guess your fourth grade you completely lost touch.' Rachel was remembering some of what her mother had said. Rachel wondered if they would still get along and what he would be like now.

When Rachel got home from school she found her mother laughing on the phone. A few minutes later she hung up and Rachel was finally settled in.

"Who was that?"

"Gloria, Joey's mom", her mother answered. Rachel gave her a confused look. "The family coming to visit", her mother reminded her.

"Oh", Rachel said. "That's the boy…Joey?"

"Yes, Tribbiani is their last name, such a sweet family. I'm so happy we are doing this. I wish we would have gotten back in touch sooner", her mother said joyfully.

As the Green family was finishing up dinner, they received a phone call. It was Gloria Tribbiani, once again, saying they should be half an hour away. Mrs. Green told the girls to go wash up. Rachel stared into the mirror in her room. She had on skinny jeans and a plain, white, long-sleeved shirt. She had on her necklace that held a small purple gem at the bottom and matching earrings, although her hair was down and covering them. She had already showered since she knew the Tribbianis would be coming at night, so her face was clean of any make-up. She felt kind of bare, but wasn't sure if she should re-apply. 'I don't want anyone to think I am trying to impress them, but maybe I want to look good. Who knows what Joey looks like? Even if he turns out to be ugly or a jerk, what's the harm in looking pretty', Rachel thought to herself.

Just as she finished her make-up she heard her mom happily yell, "They're here, their car just pulled up!" Rachel heading downstairs as she ran into her sisters, Jill and Amy, relieved to notice they put on make-up as well. Suddenly Rachel felt nervous as they stood, waiting for the Tribbianis to make their way to the door. The doorbell rang and their mother rushed to open it.

"Gloria!" "Sandra!" They hugged happily. Rachel's father walked over and greeted Mr. Tribbiani with a hand shake and a pat on the back. Suddenly the seven daughters started filing in. Gloria Tribbiani introduced them.

"Well for your girls who probably don't remember; this is Mary Theresa, Mary Angela, Tina, Dina, Cookie, Gina, Veronica, and finally Joey", she said as she gently moved a few girls forward so Joey could make his way in. Rachel caught her breath for a moment as she finally laid eyes on Joey. He was of course Italian looking, like the rest of his family. He had dark, wavy hair, and coffee brown eyes. A dimple lay in the middle of his chin and prominent cheekbones on the sides of his cleanly shaven face. He looked fit, but also thin, which Rachel didn't mind. She rathered boys so young slimly fit rather than enormous and overly muscular. He wore black cacky pants with a dark blue, buttoned down shirt that was left untucked. He also left the first three buttons open, revealing some of his chest and a religious cross he wore around his neck. Over his shirt he wore a gray suede leather jacket, left unzipped.

'Well he is certainly not ugly', Rachel thought, secretly thinking he was gorgeous. She couldn't stop staring at him as her mother introduced her and her sisters.

"And this is Jill, Amy, and Rachel", she announced, pointing us out as she spoke just as Mrs. Tribbiani did. They all exchanged small hellos. Mr. Green then invited everyone into the large living room. The adults quickly made their way in. As Jill, Amy and the seven sisters started to make their way in; Rachel was still staring at Joey. He hadn't noticed as he stepped aside to let his sisters go first. As he began to stand there waiting he finally looked over at Rachel. She quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks start to blush. When she looked back up he was still looking at her with a small smile on his face now. She smiled back. As his last sister stepped into the living room, loud chatter came from there and everyone seemed to be talking. Joey took a few steps forward. 'Say something, talk to him! Don't just stand there looking like a fool' Rachel shouted in her head. Right as she was about to open her mouth, he saved her by breaking the silence.

"So you're Rachel?" He said with a kind smile.

"Yeah and you must be Joey", she smiled back. Another few seconds of silence passed. "I'm sorry, but I don't remember you", she admitted, feeling embarrassed. After another brief pause he responded.

"Me either", he said looking down. She smiled again and he looked up with a sheepish smile. 'Wow he is so cute', she couldn't help but think.