I Was Born To Love You
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends
"Fairytale love affairs didn't exist in realty, and especially not while living on the streets...or did they? P/J, J/R, R/R, M/C"
A/N: I'm back again!!! And I promise this time its for good! I've had such a terrible year that my writing has had to take a back seat (something I've hated to do) but I can guarantee all my stories will be getting regular updates from today onwards.
Please stick with me guys, I've loved and appreciated all your reviews and support over the last 12 months.
Love and Hugs xxxx
The cold night air fluttered peacefully around the quiet Manhattan streets, tenderly blowing stray leaves and strewn pieces of litter, which had been absentmindedly dropped by passers-by, around the almost deserted sidewalk.
A tiny, fragile looking figure crouched with her back against the damp stone wall of a now derelict shop, shivering fiercely as the icy cold wind struck her bony body like it were a whirlwind.
Her long, natural blonde hair flew freely, becoming tousled by the breeze, crazily flowing in all directions before softly landing back around her bare shoulders as the gust of sharp air began to subside, for a moment at least.
The few strands that hadn't landed so neatly annoyingly tickled the sensitive skin of her chilled face while she tried desperately to summon the energy to scrape them back to there rightful position.
Her stick-thin hand shook uncontrollably as she reached up to flick her golden locks into place, patting them down neatly only for them to fly away again as soon as she let them go.
She let out a small grumble, but didn't let herself get too angered by the situation. She was after all used to the temperamental weather conditions all New Yorkers had to contend with in winter. But she had a lot more to endure than they did, for she had to suffer it 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, for the past 4 years.
This was her 4th winter in Manhattans Greenwich Village, the small area of town which she now called home, even although she had no fixed abode.
Living on the streets sure as hell wasn't easy.
She shivered again, her skeletal body quivering in spasms she couldn't control. She wiped away the moisture that had been building up around the tip of her frozen nose and gave a little sniff as she retracted her hand and placed it beside the other underneath a shabby, threadbare blanket, which was rested upon her lap.
She snuggled her head into her curled up knees, praying to God that she would make it safe through another night, and get a little more than her normal 4 hours of disrupted sleep. But it wasn't to be.
"Joey, why can't I just stay at the hotel with you? This is your first night back in town in months, the first time we've seen each other in 6 weeks, and you want to spend it alone?!" The irate, high-pitched, almost whiny squeal of a female voice and two sets of footsteps awoke a half-dazed Phoebe from the very early stages of sleep. She prised her tired eyes open and watched intently at the fast approaching couple, who by the looks of it where in the midst of an argument, and a heated one at that.
"Oh not this again. I thought I explained this to you at dinner! I have an early wake up call and I have to be ready to be on set by 5:30. There's no point in you staying over with me honey, you're better off back at the dorms." He bent down to give his partner a kiss on the forehead, his way of making it all better, but she ducked away from him, unwilling to let this drop without a fight.
"But..."
"No, no buts sweetie, I'm sorry. That's the way it's going to be. I give you everything you want, whenever you want it, there's no limit with me when it come to you, but I have to draw the line tonight. Tomorrow is my first day on my new movie, I can't be going in there having had little, or no sleep, with bags under my eyes. I'm paid to look good for God sake!"
She paused for a second; looking into his eyes she could tell he was starting to lose his temper...a thing he very rarely did.
He returned her gaze, and for a moment he was certain she was on the verge of accepting his reasons-until a diva like strop ensued.
"Since when did being boring become a part of being famous? I don't remember no fun and early beds being part of your contract. If I had known you would end up like this I would never have agreed to marry you! We may as well call this marriage off before it's too late. It's clear to me that we're both very different people, wanting very different things from life." She threw herself away from him and started to descend down the sidewalk alone, her left arm extended out into the road in a desperate attempt to hail a passing cab.
Joey watched her every movement in wonderment. If he hadn't been so pissed off he was sure he would have found her actions comical.
"Oh come on, don't be like that sweetie, you know I love you, don't take it personally. If it means so much to you come back to the hotel with me."
His tone and posture softened as he tried in vain to get his fiancé to calm down and maybe see things from his point of view, but from experience he knew it was a wasted effort and it would take a lot more pleading and a few diamonds for that to happen.
"Forget it Joey, i won't have you changing your mind out of pity to me, I have dignity you know! No, I'm gong home just like you wanted me to, and don't bother trying to stop me, I'm getting in this cab." She lowered herself into the bright yellow vehicle and rolled down the window.
"You had better get home, its way past your bedtime. Goodnight Joey. If you can fit me into your busy schedule call me." And at that the taxi drove away into the distance.
"RACHEL!" It didn't matter how loud he shouted she was gone and had no intention of returning any time soon. That was typical of Rachel. Once her mind was made up there was nothing anyone could do to change it.
It was her strong will that Joey had first fallen in love with, but as time went on he realised he was growing to detest the aspects of her he had once adored.
He threw his arms in the air and let them land like dead weights by his sides, throwing in an audible sigh for effect.
Maybe she was right? What if they were two different people going in different directions in there life? Was this really the end for them? Nah, he shook his head. There relationship was comfortable, maybe just a little too comfortable for his liking.
He had once thought Rachel was his soul mate, the one true love of his life, but now he had his doubts. Sure he cared about her, but it was in the same way he cared for his family and his friends. There was no longer any fire, or passion to reignite the flame that had long died.
He longed to find his true soul mate, but finding her would take time, and he just didn't have that kind of time, unless she was right around the corner, or even sitting right next to him at that precise moment.
I have the next chapter done, so I'll get it uploaded tomorrow night...pinky promise :o)
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends
"Fairytale love affairs didn't exist in realty, and especially not while living on the streets...or did they? P/J, J/R, R/R, M/C"
A/N: I'm back again!!! And I promise this time its for good! I've had such a terrible year that my writing has had to take a back seat (something I've hated to do) but I can guarantee all my stories will be getting regular updates from today onwards.
Please stick with me guys, I've loved and appreciated all your reviews and support over the last 12 months.
Love and Hugs xxxx
The cold night air fluttered peacefully around the quiet Manhattan streets, tenderly blowing stray leaves and strewn pieces of litter, which had been absentmindedly dropped by passers-by, around the almost deserted sidewalk.
A tiny, fragile looking figure crouched with her back against the damp stone wall of a now derelict shop, shivering fiercely as the icy cold wind struck her bony body like it were a whirlwind.
Her long, natural blonde hair flew freely, becoming tousled by the breeze, crazily flowing in all directions before softly landing back around her bare shoulders as the gust of sharp air began to subside, for a moment at least.
The few strands that hadn't landed so neatly annoyingly tickled the sensitive skin of her chilled face while she tried desperately to summon the energy to scrape them back to there rightful position.
Her stick-thin hand shook uncontrollably as she reached up to flick her golden locks into place, patting them down neatly only for them to fly away again as soon as she let them go.
She let out a small grumble, but didn't let herself get too angered by the situation. She was after all used to the temperamental weather conditions all New Yorkers had to contend with in winter. But she had a lot more to endure than they did, for she had to suffer it 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, for the past 4 years.
This was her 4th winter in Manhattans Greenwich Village, the small area of town which she now called home, even although she had no fixed abode.
Living on the streets sure as hell wasn't easy.
She shivered again, her skeletal body quivering in spasms she couldn't control. She wiped away the moisture that had been building up around the tip of her frozen nose and gave a little sniff as she retracted her hand and placed it beside the other underneath a shabby, threadbare blanket, which was rested upon her lap.
She snuggled her head into her curled up knees, praying to God that she would make it safe through another night, and get a little more than her normal 4 hours of disrupted sleep. But it wasn't to be.
"Joey, why can't I just stay at the hotel with you? This is your first night back in town in months, the first time we've seen each other in 6 weeks, and you want to spend it alone?!" The irate, high-pitched, almost whiny squeal of a female voice and two sets of footsteps awoke a half-dazed Phoebe from the very early stages of sleep. She prised her tired eyes open and watched intently at the fast approaching couple, who by the looks of it where in the midst of an argument, and a heated one at that.
"Oh not this again. I thought I explained this to you at dinner! I have an early wake up call and I have to be ready to be on set by 5:30. There's no point in you staying over with me honey, you're better off back at the dorms." He bent down to give his partner a kiss on the forehead, his way of making it all better, but she ducked away from him, unwilling to let this drop without a fight.
"But..."
"No, no buts sweetie, I'm sorry. That's the way it's going to be. I give you everything you want, whenever you want it, there's no limit with me when it come to you, but I have to draw the line tonight. Tomorrow is my first day on my new movie, I can't be going in there having had little, or no sleep, with bags under my eyes. I'm paid to look good for God sake!"
She paused for a second; looking into his eyes she could tell he was starting to lose his temper...a thing he very rarely did.
He returned her gaze, and for a moment he was certain she was on the verge of accepting his reasons-until a diva like strop ensued.
"Since when did being boring become a part of being famous? I don't remember no fun and early beds being part of your contract. If I had known you would end up like this I would never have agreed to marry you! We may as well call this marriage off before it's too late. It's clear to me that we're both very different people, wanting very different things from life." She threw herself away from him and started to descend down the sidewalk alone, her left arm extended out into the road in a desperate attempt to hail a passing cab.
Joey watched her every movement in wonderment. If he hadn't been so pissed off he was sure he would have found her actions comical.
"Oh come on, don't be like that sweetie, you know I love you, don't take it personally. If it means so much to you come back to the hotel with me."
His tone and posture softened as he tried in vain to get his fiancé to calm down and maybe see things from his point of view, but from experience he knew it was a wasted effort and it would take a lot more pleading and a few diamonds for that to happen.
"Forget it Joey, i won't have you changing your mind out of pity to me, I have dignity you know! No, I'm gong home just like you wanted me to, and don't bother trying to stop me, I'm getting in this cab." She lowered herself into the bright yellow vehicle and rolled down the window.
"You had better get home, its way past your bedtime. Goodnight Joey. If you can fit me into your busy schedule call me." And at that the taxi drove away into the distance.
"RACHEL!" It didn't matter how loud he shouted she was gone and had no intention of returning any time soon. That was typical of Rachel. Once her mind was made up there was nothing anyone could do to change it.
It was her strong will that Joey had first fallen in love with, but as time went on he realised he was growing to detest the aspects of her he had once adored.
He threw his arms in the air and let them land like dead weights by his sides, throwing in an audible sigh for effect.
Maybe she was right? What if they were two different people going in different directions in there life? Was this really the end for them? Nah, he shook his head. There relationship was comfortable, maybe just a little too comfortable for his liking.
He had once thought Rachel was his soul mate, the one true love of his life, but now he had his doubts. Sure he cared about her, but it was in the same way he cared for his family and his friends. There was no longer any fire, or passion to reignite the flame that had long died.
He longed to find his true soul mate, but finding her would take time, and he just didn't have that kind of time, unless she was right around the corner, or even sitting right next to him at that precise moment.
I have the next chapter done, so I'll get it uploaded tomorrow night...pinky promise :o)