Author: Jen
Author's Note: I realized in my Chanoey stories, Joey always ends up being bisexual because I personally find it more believable that way and in my JR stories I love playing with the idea of them meeting as strangers. So, then I thought why don't I combine not only those ideas, but my two favorite couples into one! So, I'm going to attempt to tackle this, I hope it goes well. Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters.
A/N: Joey is openly bisexual. This is right before Joey moves in with Chandler. So, he has just moved to the city and is about to meet the gang for the first time, but some of the timeline/events from the actual show might not match up with my story. Also, it's in Joey's point of view; I think this is only my second story ever in his point of view.
Apartment 19, I'm here.
I knock and wait nervously. Man, I hope this guy picks me; this would be such a great place.
He opens the door. He's a thin guy, maybe an inch or so taller than me. Instantly, I notice his facial hair. He has that circle beard, goatee thing going on. It's got to be my least favorite facial hair on a guy. I don't get it, but I'm not here to judge this guy's look. Back to business, I tell myself.
"Hi, I'm Joey," I introduce myself and throw my hand out.
"Hey, Chandler," he says and shakes my hand for a second.
I get the feeling he's not very interested in choosing me, maybe it's the very rushed tour he proceeds to give me or maybe it's the fact that he has no questions for me. Well, I got to make this count, I love the place.
So, I try to talk myself up. I tell him how I moved out here to be an actor and I tell him I'm pretty neat, even though I know he'll learn the truth eventually. I'm trying to be really friendly, but he still has barely said a word.
I wish I knew if he was gay, I could totally turn up the charm if that was the case. I'm about to give it a shot anyway when he doesn't give me a chance.
"Well, thanks for stopping by, we'll be in contact!" he hurries me out the door. Damn, my shot is blown. We get out to the hallway and an attractive woman with dark hair walks by and makes her way to the door directly across.
"Hi," she smiles at me. I smile broadly back.
"Hey," I respond in a cool tone. I keep my eyes on her as I make my way to the stairs. She blushes as she tries to get her keys in the door when her eyes are still locked with mine. I finally turn to walk down the stairs. I think maybe if I don't get the apartment I'll make a trip back here to visit her.
I swore I wasn't getting that apartment; I even started apartment hunting again when I get a message from Chandler. He tells me in an annoyed tone that I got the apartment. I can't believe it; I'm so stoked to move in.
I'm moving in a few days later. I have an array of boxes spread out through the hallway and I'm lugging each one in one by one. I'm already pretty tired since I had to carry them all up the stairs. Chandler doesn't offer to help, but he has work and is all decked out in a work suit, so I understand. He passes by me to leave as the hot girl that lives across the hall returns. I spot the biggest box I have and go to lift up to show off a bit for her.
"Need any help?" She asks.
"Nah, I got it," I huff as I lift the heavy box and nearly fall back as it weighs more than I remembered. She reaches out for my sides to stop me from falling. I drop forward again so I can just put the box back down. I stand straight again and notice her hands are still on me. She looks down and pulls her hands away with a sheepish smile. I grin devilishly at her. I'm thinking something might definitely happen with the girl.
Unfortunately, I'm wrong.
The next thing that happens is she invites me in for some juice and I'm thinking with my penis so I assume she means something else. Basically, I strip naked in her living room and well; she didn't mean that kind of juice.
I apologize and leave embarrassed. So, now I'm thinking Monica and I will just stay friends. Well, so much for that.
The next day, Baywatch is on and Chandler hurries out of his room about a minute before it starts. He freezes when he sees me already settled on the couch with the TV on.
"You watching Baywatch?" he asks me.
"Yeah," I tell him.
"Oh good, mind if I join?"
"Obviously not, it's your place man," I tell him.
"Well, you're paying rent so it's just as much yours now," he says.
"But it's your TV," I point out.
His mouth curls into a smirk.
"That's true."
His smile isn't half bad, it's the first time I realize he's probably pretty cute under that horrible facial hair. These thoughts keep my eyes on him as I come to this conclusion in my mind. He's not so comfortable with this though.
"What?" his face suddenly expresses worry presuming I must be staring at a flaw.
"Nothing, sorry."
I turn back to the TV as Baywatch starts.
"Hey you want a beer?" I ask with my eyes still glued to the screen.
"Yeah, I'll go get one," he says.
"Nope, got a cooler right here," I reach to my side to grab him one. He smiles and nods happily as I hand him it. I nod back at him.
While watching Baywatch, I still wonder who Chandler's watching. I still can't figure out which team he plays for, or if he plays for both like I do. I mean he has some gay qualities, but then he doesn't always act it. I guess it doesn't really matter, I'm sure if he liked me; I would have known it by now. I'm not really that into him anyway, I guess I'm just always thinking about any possibility for sex.
When Baywatch ends, we get up and take our empty cans to the sink. I try to make conversation to get to know him.
"So, where are the good places to eat around here?" I ask.
"Oh, there's tons—" he starts, but then the front door opens and another chick walks in. But it's not the girl from across the hall; it's a different girl with light brown hair and killer legs. She's wearing a short skirt that could make me drool. I can't take my eyes off her; she's breathtaking.
"Hey, Chandler do you have any extra eggs?" She says looking at Chandler and not even noticing me at first.
"Oh yeah," he says and digs in the fridge for them.
She spots me then and I pinch my mouth closed so it's not hanging open.
"Oh hey, I'm Rachel, I live across the hall," she introduces herself. She lives across the hall too! My God, this guy has been living across from two insanely hot women. Now, I'm wondering if he ever got lucky.
"Hi…I'm Joey," My head is racing with so many thoughts.
"Nice to meet you," she smiles sweetly at me and I'm dying to know what her lips taste like. I'm already picturing her naked as she takes the carton from Chandler and walks out. I'm staring at the door blankly and Chandler walks over to snap his fingers in front of my face.
"Hello, you okay?"
I shake my head and stare at him widely.
"Dude, you're living across from the hottest women, tell me you had at least one of them?"
"No…they're my friends," he answers coyly.
"What about when you first met them?"
"I knew them since high school," he tells me.
"So, you never even tried, what did they not look like that in high school?"
"Look, I just grew up with them, it's complicated. There's reasons why I didn't go after either of them okay."
Now, I'm thinking he has to be gay to not even attempt to get in either of their pants when he's probably had ten years or something to make a move.
"Alright," I say ruefully.
He looks down; I think feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Do you uh, think I have a chance?" I ask.
He looks back up and gives me a satirical look.
"Yeah, I think you have a shot," he says like I'm stupid.
"I do?" I'm confused by his sarcastic tone.
He holds his hands out.
"Come on, like you don't have a shot with anyone," he says, gesturing to me.
"Oh, thanks," I finally get he's calling me attractive.
"I'm gonna head out for a bit," he says.
I would ask to go, but I feel bad that I already kind of judged him with our conversation. I know I made him uncomfortable, so I figure he doesn't want me tagging along.
So, I just say, "Alright, see you later."
An hour or so later, I'm watching TV and hear the front door open again. I assume it's Chandler, but instead I turn around to find Rachel walking in. I guess we don't lock doors here, but I don't really care if the people walking in look like Rachel. I quickly switch the TV off and jump up from the couch.
"Hey."
"Oh, hey, Chandler here?" she asks.
"Uh, no he went out," I lick my lips, hoping I can get her to stick around.
"Oh, okay sorry," she says backing up towards the door again.
"Well, maybe I can help you, what did you need?" I offer quickly.
She turns back to me.
"I was actually just gonna get something back he borrowed from me, but it's probably in his room, it's no big deal," she tells me.
"You guys are all really close aren't you?" I ask. She smiles.
"Yeah, you actually haven't even met the whole gang yet, there's two more."
"Really?" I flash a silly grin.
Then, I realize her and Monica definitely talk, being girls and roommates. My face goes a little red.
"Did uh, Monica tell you about me then?" I inquire about my stupid move from a day ago.
Rachel bites her lip, trying to hide her smile.
"Uh, yeah kind of," she chuckles a bit.
"Yeah, pretty stupid. She's not still weirded out by me is she?" I rub the back of my neck nervously. I wonder what Rachel thinks of me now.
"No, no it was pretty funny now that she looks back at it," Rachel shares with me.
I hope she doesn't mean what she saw was funny, because then she probably told Rachel and then both of them are thinking I've got something laughable going on down there. That can't be though, Monica saw it; I know I've got at least something to show! I just hope Rachel didn't get the wrong idea now, I don't know what Monica said.
"Oh, well I feel really bad," I confess.
"Don't, it's silly, and Monica's fine," she laughs a bit and I smile. I already love making her laugh.
"Okay, thanks," I smile at her. She smiles back at me. After a few seconds of silence she starts backing up to the door again.
"Okay, well just let Chandler know I stopped by."
"Okay, I will," I keep smiling at her which makes her press her lips together, trying not to smile back so much. She opens the door.
"Bye," I say.
"Bye," she laughs a bit again.
She steps out and shuts the door behind her.
God, she's so hot.