Okay so it seems that yesterday I may have uploaded the wrong story...hey even I am not infallibe. Here's what I wanted to upload.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Friends...if i did It wouldn't be called Friends.
Beautiful New York Morning
It was another beautiful New York morning; the sun was shining, exhaust from the million and one cars already wafted up into the sky in a dazzling display of fumes and gray. In the apartment above the Steiner's were up and about arguing at the top of their lungs, while down below a cab driver exchanged choice words with an old lady crossing the street. Joey sighed with contentment and reached for a mug of yesterday's-or was it the day before last's- coffee. But somehow he got tangled with the wires on the counter and instead of lifting just the pot he raised up a lot of wires. Crash went the coffeemaker, splashing hot coffee all over Joey, who let out a string of curses that would have made any Italian American sailor proud.
"Holy !$& the g-damn M$#!t&, stupid crap"
His arm-still tangled up in the wires- swung back in reflex and he ended up bringing everything on the counter down with the coffee, including the answering machine which was very loud.
"HELLO, YOU HAVE REACHED JOEY TRIBIANI AND MONICA GELLER…PLEASE LEAVE A MESSEGAE OR A PAGER NUMBER OR SOME SORT OF IDENTIFICATION"
He was caught between shutting off the machine and picking up the scattered hundred dollar bills soaking in the coffee when a door creaked open and his room mate's legs came into view.
"Hey Joey can you keep it down? My date is still asleep"
Monica was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that fell past her knees, her short black hair flying in all directions as she yawned in his face. Joey hastily stood up and raised his eyebrows at her statement.
"Hey! So you brought a girl home, hope she's no one I know"
Monica wrinkled her nose at that idea but you could never say, her friend had slept his way through most of the city anyway.
"No I don't think so, I didn't meet her in a library. Say you don't hang around Ladies clubs do you?"
Joey gave her a mock-horrified look and she had a mental picture of him trapped in a ring of biker chicks. She opened the door to her room and then hesitated, turning around to look at him.
"Say, what about your sister who's coming to visit? When's she coming again?"
Joey went suddenly still, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he raised up a sodden post it note.
"I was supposed to pick her up from the airport last night! I knew there was something I should've been doing when Chandler called me up to go barhopping with him. Oh cripes I'm sure she's lost in the city, alone and with no idea of where to go, she must be losing her mind. I gotta go find her"
He hurriedly picked up the soaked up bills from the floor and shoved them into his back pocket, making for the door, forgetting he was still in his boxers and tee shirt. Monica called him back to tell him when her date emerged from the room.
"Good morning, I have to get dressed early so I can look -"
She froze at the sight of Joey took a step back into the room. Monica was surprised by her date's reaction, but even more so by the look on Joey's face. He twitched and jerked, is eyes definitely popping out of their sockets, mouth open but with no words coming out. She looked at them both and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me she was one of your dates"
His face began to turn a botched red color, he spluttered and pointed to the girl behind Monica.
"T-that's my sister! That's Rosie!"
