Summary: Two boys, only one Rachel. Pretty much the same plot. No to OOC!

"Rachel's cooking…not a very good idea" -Chandler

Chapter 1: Peachy Food

A blonde entered a mall wherein a photo studio was. This was a place where children and adults came to take their photo with characters from cartons, the middle Ages, or the future. The blonde was wearing a pink elbow length blouse, and a maroon skirt, which's length, was an inch below the knee. She was carrying a normal purse with who-knows-what's inside, her hair was tied up and her face was wearing a mysteriously (and weird) jolly smile. She rushed to a man dressed in a Bruno Bear suit.

"Hi!" she said joyfully. The man looked at her awkwardly, and then recognized her.

"Phoebe," he exclaimed. "You came!"

"Wow," she said, a little surprised, yet still smiling. "You know my name. Well, you know my name, and I know yours. Bruno. Wasn't that amazing?"

"Uh, Phoebe," the man said. "It's me, Joey."

Phoebe stopped smiling. She stared at Joey. She frowned. "Nooo, you're Bruno. The bear. Remember?"

Joey shook his head. "I'm Joey. I work here, I dress up as characters for the people who want their picture taken."

"That's so nice, Bruno!" she said encouragingly. "I'm sure a lot of people want their picture with you. Maybe even the Spice Girls!" Joey was about to protest, but when she mentioned the Spice Girls, he paused. He would like to have a picture with the Spice Girls. He looked up dreamily and imagined what it would be like. He was there, in a Bruno suit, in a bed, with the Spice Girls feeding him grapes. For some reason, they didn't seem as hot as he expected.

"Uh, Bruno? Brunooo," Phoebe waved a hand at his face. Joey snapped back to reality and shoved off Phoebe's hand to scold her. "Look, Phoebe. I am not Bruno the bear. I am Joey Tribianni, your friend. Don't you remember? I work here part time." Phoebe paused. She looked at Joey sternly, then turned back to a cheerful mood. "Who's Joey Tribianni?"

Joey slapped his forehead, and felt like he had a headache. He tipped over and Phoebe grabbed his elbow.

"Are you okay?" she asked with concern. She obviously didn't want one of her favorite characters hurt. "I can help. I used to be a doctor one time…even a nurse. I also was a killer, and a surgeon, I think. I remember cutting someone's stomach with a small knife I believe to be a scalpel. But I don't know if I was cutting him for surgery or just plain murder. I don't remember."

Joey immediately pulled in his elbow. He didn't want Phoebe to try and 'aid' him, then accidentally kill him. He knows she must have been a surgeon or doctor in one of her past lives, but she couldn't classify what she did, and you can't blame her, no one's memory is that big.

"Hey Phoebe, what do you remember most, being a killer or a doctor?"

"Hmm, killer."

Joey backed off and sighed. Phoebe's facial expression changed the subject. "Hey Joey, wanna have lunch back at the Central Perk?" Joey smiled and nodded in agreement. He began to follow Phoebe out the door when he stopped and gasped.

"Hey, you remembered my name!!!"

-

Joey had changed from his costume to normal clothes and was following Phoebe into the Central Perk. Reaching the glass door, she spotted her friends on the round table surrounded by the tan couches as they usually did. Squealing with glee, she ran inside and abandoned Joey, who got slammed in the face by the glass door.

"Monica! Rachel!" Phoebe exclaimed, jumping over the couch to hug her friends as if she didn't see them in years.

"Hey, Phoebe, nice to see you too," Monica greeted returning the hug. Phoebe turned to Rachel.

"Hey Phebes, where have you been?" Rachel asked, as they both hugged.

"I've been to the photo studio, so me and Joey both came here to have lunch," Phoebe explained, releasing Rachel.

"That's nice, but where's Joey?" Rachel asked, leaning away from Phoebe to look behind her.

"Beats me. Probably spotted some chick on the road or something," Phoebe grabbed the menu.

"Were you guys talking about Joey at the photo studio?" Ross asked, leaning away from Chandler. "It's a wonder why he still has that job."

"Hmm… nothing's too good on the menu today," Phoebe remarked, then turned to the waiter and ordered a bunch of food.

"Hey, stop changing the subject! Let's get back to our card game," Chandler grumbled to Ross, who wasn't facing him.

"You guys are gambling? I told you not to play that game," Monica reprimanded. "It's a stupid way to lose money."

"Um, did you say that Joey found a chic on the road?" Rachel asked Phoebe anxiously.

"Hey, you heard my sister, stop playing this stupid game," Ross said to Chandler.

"No, I meant—," Phoebe started'

"You just want to quit cause you're losing," Chandler argued. "And you're the one who asked me to play!"

"Why you—,"

"EVERYONE STOP TALKING ABOUT GORILLAS!"

Everyone quieted, even the people around them quietly turned to stare. After a few moments, Monica spoke.

"But we weren't talking about gorilla, Phoebe," Monica said in her gentle voice.

"Well then somebody ought to talk about 'em now," Phoebe said aloud and shrugged as she went to gobble up the mountain of food she ordered. Chandler turned to Ross to argue some more when the sound of the glass door opened itself and a red-in-the-face Joey walked in.

"Anyone talking about me?" he said lowly, not expecting a yes. He slumped into a tan seat between Ross and Rachel.

"Actually, we were," Rachel said. "Are you okay?" no one took his or her eyes off Joey's face.

"Yeah."

"How okay? Smooth?"

"Smoothly peachy."

"Makes sense," Phoebe shrugged, with bits of food around her mouth with a bulging stomach. Everyone stared at her.

"Um, what took you so long?" Rachel asked.

"Great. Even my boss complained how late I was." Rachel was about to speak when Joey continued. "I even got my face slammed by the glass door on my way in."

Rachel sighed; Ross spoke. "That explains it."

"Hey, we still haven't finished our game," Chandler held up a card and Ross sweated with tension.

"Uh, I gotta go!" Ross said jumping up and running to the door.

"Hey wait!" Chandler yelled, but Ross had left. He knew that even if Ross had heard him, he still wouldn't wait. Chandler slumped back into his chair because he was just about to get rich.

"You okay, man?" Joey asked as his red face began to fade.

"Yeah. Smoothly peachy."

"Makes sense," Phoebe shrugged.

-

"It's almost dinnertime," Rachel said, clasping her hands together. "So I'm all inviting you to Monica's place to eat dinner!" Everyone beguiled in his or her own thoughts, wondering what Monica would cook when Rachel continued.

"And to celebrate Joey's… uh… good job, I'll be cooking!"

"Rachel's cooking… not a very good idea…"

"I'm still suffering from the food poisoning when she last made that lasagna…"

"She's using MY kitchen!?"

"Mm…. Rachel's cooking… Wonder if she'll be making that English trifle with the meat and jam…"

"…Mm… Why aren't they thinking of gorillas? Hey, I just thought a thought! Echo… Echo…"

"…Hm, should I cook up Mushroom soup? Or maybe another lasagna? Ross did seem to love it…"

Everyone had thoughts of sheer horror (except Rachel, and Phoebe, very thoughtful!), but everyone was knocked out of their minds when they glanced at Joey, who was looking dreamily at the unclean-for-months ceiling.

Chandler gave Joey a kick.

"Hey, what'd you do that for?!"

"Well, Joey seems to be normal," Monica said, sweating as her concern for her boyfriend began to grow as fight smoke appeared at the background, "so Rach, maybe I should help you with dinner…"

"No," she said smiling as she waved her hand at Monica, "I want it to be a surprise, it'll be great."

Then she left for the kitchen, and everyone's faces were terrified (except Joey and Phoebe, echoing in her head).

"I think I'm going to have to leave." Chandler said sweating and reaching for the door.

"But Rachel hasn't cooked yet," Joey protested before Monica could speak. "Besides, this is your place too."

Chandler stopped short, for once; Joey had a HUGE point. Monica started sweating her way out, and Ross was sitting in the corner quietly.

"I-I'll see what Rachel's doing," Ross said, walking out the bedroom door. Arriving in two seconds, Ross saw Rachel facing the counter. She didn't notice him come in, and she was fidgeting with the kitchen utensils.

"Uh, Rach…?" Ross said, and Rachel turned around. Her face had panic written all over.

"Ross," she said, "I can't decide what to cook!"

-

"It sure is taking them a long time," Joey remarked. "Should we check them out?"

But none of them had any intention to get out of the bedroom. "Monica, you get out." Chandler nudged her on the shoulder.

"W-wait! Why me?" Monica questioned.

"Ladies first." Chandler stated.

"But why can't Phoebe be first then?" Monica pointed at the blonde girl who was across the room, looking at her own reflection. She was literally echoing in her mind, but soon awakened to the action.

"I don't count," she said simply.

"And why not?" Chandler raised his eyebrow at her.

"I'm a lesbian, lesbians and ladies don't mix, duh." Phoebe shrugged at the couple, as if it was the obvious thing in the world.

"All right, all right… I'm going…" Joey piped up, rolling his eyes at his friends. "There's no need to argue, its not like Rachel's cooking will eat you up." With that, he turned to the door. A few moments later, Phoebe spoke.

"That's the last we'll see of him," she said indifferently.

"Are you really a lesbian, Phoebe?" Monica asked.

"What?! Who told you that?!"

-

Whilst everyone else was talking, Ross was helping Rachel cook dinner.

"Is the butter done yet, Rach?"

"Um, how do you know when it's done?"

"Sigh… Never mind… Let's just use whip cream as a substitute"

-

"See how good I am? I can slice onions without crying!"

"Maybe cause…that's not an onion, it's a turnip."

-

"Rach…it doesn't say you should use an eggbeater!"

"Trust me, it'll be faster this way!"

VRRR

"Perfect! What next?"

"Well if you can still read this…"

-

And that's when Joey came in. They were arguing whether they should use the oven or the microwave. They were tugging at the cake tray and from Joey's view, it must've looked like they've been hugging.

Joey realized he had come at the wrong time, but for some strange reason, he couldn't find the strength to move. That's when he heard it.

"We should use the OVEN!"

"And I say it should be the MICROWAVE!"

Joey became calmer. He raised his hands as a peace sign and said,

"Hey guys, no need to get so heated up."

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"Wow! Rachel made all THIS?!" Monica gasped at the wonderful feast laid right on the table in front of her.

"Yup." Rachel smiled proudly. Ross nudged her. "…and maybe with a little help," she added quietly. She walked over to Monica beside Chandler to taste the food. Phoebe on the other hand, was eating already, and she was eating so fast you wouldn't know if she could actually taste it. Chandler and Ross followed, and Monica and Rachel were just starting. Phoebe was finishing.

Joey smiled as he stuck a fork into the meat on his plate. He tasted it, but it wasn't as good as he expected. Maybe…because Ross made it as well? He shook his head and continued eating, not smiling.

"Peachy."

"Did you say something?" Ross asked as all the others enjoyed the food.

"Uh, no," he said, and Ross turned away. Joey turned back to his food and whispered,

"Peachy food."

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A/N: Okay, okay, I know that wasn't very long, but I didn't have enough ideas! Don't blame me, this is my first friends fanfic, but you can still comment on how I can improve it by reviewing! Anyway, Phoebe's not lesbian, or normal. She's bisexual.