Rachel's POV
It was finally happening. Now that Ross seemed to have come to terms with our relationship, Joey and I were finally going to take the next step. So here we are, making out on the couch in our apartment. I should feel elated right now, this is what I wanted all along, right? To finally feel alright about doing this with Joey. Why, then, do I feel fear instead of excitement? Ross, that's why. He and I were also best friends when we got together, then when everything went sour our friendship was crushed as well. It's better now but not the same, and I can't have that happen with Joey too.
So now, as he starts to move his hand down my body, I freeze and smack it away. Why am I so nervous; it's Joey for crying out loud, not Ross. This is completely different. So I give a little laugh , apologize for my nerves, and we try again. But I smack his hand away yet again, and I can see he is confused. I can't tell him that I am afraid that he and I will be like Ross and me. Instead, I lie and start telling him that we are better off as friends, trying my best to convince him these are my true feelings…
Joey's POV
Twice now she has swatted me away, and I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt. And now she is telling me that this feels weird. I was afraid of this. Ever since Ross saw us together, and Rachel figured out he was not fine, I wondered if that would bring up old feelings. Old pain, at least. I guess I was right, because now she is saying that this wasn't meant to be. It was a mistake. I go along, just so she won't see the heartbreak I really am feeling. That would make it weird for us to go on as friends and I can't go through that again. And I won't put her through that either. SO I smile, give the love of my life a final embrace, and refuse my tears knowing that she will always be the one that got away...