A/N: So, next up: TOW Rachel tells Ross. Enjoy:

It was still quite early in the morning, when Joey came walking into his apartment, Phoebe following closely behind him. Both still had smiles on their faces, from seeing just how happy their friends had been, to be departing on their honeymoon.

" Oh, it's so romantic to send people off on their honeymoon," Phoebe commented cheerfully, while skimming through the fridge.

" Ya know, Monica and Chandler are married. Ross and Rachel are having a baby. Maybe you and I should do something," Joey suddenly suggested, as he walked past the counter.

" All in good time my love. All in good time," his blonde friend retorted in a bit of a demeaning tone, while coming up to him and grabbing him by the chin.

The actor said nothing for a while, then when he was sure that she was at a safe distance, he allowed a soft, yet meaningful sigh to escape his lips. He hated the way she always reacted to his comments about them getting together, because secretly there was nothing he wanted more. Ever since he'd seen what a wonderful relationship Chandler had with Monica, he'd felt this intense longing to build up the same thing. The only question at that point, had been: with who? Because he had never really seen himself going steady with any woman, but then when he'd kissed Phoebe at her " thirtieth" birthday last year, he'd finally gotten his answer.

He wanted to be with her, with her and no one else. Then, he sighed once again, this time in happiness, as he took the time to remember that amazing moment, when his lips had touched hers. Even if it wasn't officially the first time they'd locked lips, that had been the first real kiss with her to him. When they'd first done it, it had only been a brief peck and he hadn't even known it was her. And the second time, he'd been too focused on performing well for his audition and he hadn't really been concentrating on how he felt. Then, there had been that wonderful moment, exactly one week ago, when he'd proposed to her and she'd said yes! But, then that went to pot after Monica had told him, that she wasn't really pregnant. ' Why couldn't you be pregnant, Pheebs? That would've been an acceptable reason for us to get hitched,' he found himself thinking. He was only too glad Rachel hadn't accepted, because that would've made for one very awkward marriage.

" Oh shoot! I left my guitar in their apartment. Well, you can let me in later," Phoebe's voice suddenly broke him out of his musings.

" I don't have a key, they took mine to give to you," he finally responded, when it had registered in his mind, just what she'd been talking to him about.

" What?! They took mine to give to you!" the masseuse cried indignantly.

" Why would they take away our keys?" Joey wondered out loud. He couldn't believe how two of his best friends could pull him a trick like that.

" Maybe they don't trust us."

" No that's not it. They let me keep my key the last time they were out of town."

" You mean the time you broke the ketchup bottle and cleaned it up with Monica's guest towels?" Phoebe reminded him.

" Hey, I washed those!"

" No, you didn't."

" Yeah, that didn't sound like me," the Italian stated, as he suddenly remembered he'd just left the towels lying around, on the floor in the bathroom.

" Well, what am I gonna do? I really need my guitar!"

" Yeah, I have stuff in there too."

" What stuff?" the blonde inquired, out of genuine interest.

" Monica's chicken parm! I'll take care of it," Joey muttered, while he picked up the phone.

" Hey Mr. Treeger, it's Joey Tribbiani. Listen, I need to get into Monica and Chandler's apartment. It's an emergency… uhh, gas leak! Yeah oh, and bring garlic bread," he explained, wildly flailing his hands about, involuntarily making Phoebe smile. He really could be terribly funny at times.

" Garlic bread, Joey, really?" she asked, once he'd hung up the phone.

" Oh come on, Pheebs. You can't possibly have chicken parm without the garlic bread! That would be a crime against… food?" Joey tried, not really knowing how to phrase it better.

" What, what's funny?" he asked, a small smile adorning his features, upon noticing the way she was laughing. He'd always adored that very smile.

" Oh, you're so cute, you," she replied, as she playfully pinched his cheek, involuntarily causing him to blush. He then quickly turned around in embarrassment, while pretending to check his watch.

" What time is it?"

" What? Uh…oh, it's eh… ten a.m.," he ultimately responded uncertainly, still having some trouble reading his new analog watch.

" Oh, wow, look at you! You got it right and you didn't even have to look twice!" Phoebe exclaimed enthusiastically, as she bent over to check the time for herself, the scent of her shampoo invading Joey's senses in the process.

" Really? That's the actual time?!" he inquired, quite proud of himself, that he'd finally guessed correctly.

" Yes… oh, Joseph, come here. I'm so proud of you," his best friend went on, as she placed a chaste peck on his cheek, effectively driving him crazy.

" Thanks, Pheebs," the actor retorted with a big smile, once he'd regained his composure. That was another thing he loved about her: she always made him feel so good about himself.

" Well, I should really get going now, still got loads of stuff to do today. You'll let me know when Treeger arrives, won't you? I'm supposed to be playing at Central Perk in two hours," the blonde stated, while making her way over to the door.

" Yeah, sure, bye Pheebs," Joey replied, already feeling disappointed, at the mere prospect of her leaving his side. ' Why can't she live here with me? I bet she WOULDN'T make me switch to light mayo,' he thought, getting an annoyed expression on his face, when he remembered Rachel's obsession with all things " light".

" Ooh, light," he brought out without thinking, as he put his fingers up and made air quotes.

" Why are you being weird?" came a voice from behind him. ' Shoo, I forgot she was still here,' he thought to himself, while trying to think of something smart to say.

" Uh…I…uh… I…" he stammered, when he'd subsequently turned around and came face to face with her. He hadn't really taken into consideration, the fact that she was actually standing RIGHT behind him. Their close proximity to one another, only made his desperate struggle for words more complicated.

" Never mind, I gotta go, see ya!" Phoebe interrupted, right before turning around and promptly leaving the apartment.

" Yeah… see ya. Soon, I hope," he added quietly, once he was sure she'd really left the place.

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It was only about an hour later, that Phoebe was sitting in the coffeehouse and Joey came bursting through the door, completely out of breath.

" Joey, oh my god! What happened?!" she exclaimed, immediately taking notice, of the erratic state he was in.

" It's uh… it's Treeger, he can't make it, Phoebe! He's in a traffic jam, several miles from here," the actor explained, as he took a seat next to her.

" Oh no," Phoebe brought out, as her face fell.

" Yeah… oh man, there's not gonna be any garlic bread now, is there?"

" Oh, so garlic bread is what's important to you right now? Stupid garlic bread?! I need my GUITAR, Joey! I have to play in an hour! If I don't play, I won't get any money!" his blonde friend whined dejectedly, as she placed her cup of tea back down on the coffee table.

" But we can't get in, we don't have any keys!"

" I know!"

" Hey… wait a minute, I got it!" Joey shouted, suddenly getting an amazing idea.

" What? What are you talking about?"

" Oh, you'll see, just meet me at Mon and Chan's in about ten minutes," he announced, while jumping up from the orange sofa and storming back outside.

Phoebe said nothing, only shook her head and went back to sipping her tea, silently hoping it wouldn't give her the trots this time around.

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While his friend was still busy wondering what he could be up to, Joey was already making a brave attempt in breaking down the door, using his extremely reliable baseball bat.

" Success!" he yelled triumphantly, when the wood finally came apart in splinters. He didn't really like smashing up his friends' door, but he felt it his duty, since Phoebe needed her guitar. There was absolutely nothing he wouldn't do for Phoebe. Then, he quickly stepped through the gap and retrieved his best friend's guitar case from the table.

" Oh yeah, baby!" he once again shouted his victory, right before heading back out, as he'd heard footsteps on the stairs.

" Hey, guess what I found!" he exclaimed, while he ran towards Phoebe.

" Oh… that's my guitar… oh yay! Oh Joey, thank you so much!" she hollered ecstatically, as she suddenly jumped up into his arms and promptly kissed him on the lips, sandwiching the instrument in between them.

" Hey… it was nothin', it's totally fine," the Italian brought out, while handing her the guitar, after she'd pulled away.

" Oh, it's not nothing, you're my hero, Joseph Tribbiani," his friend declared softly, right before she leant in to give him an affectionate peck on the cheek.

" I'd do anything, for ya, Pheebs," Joey then whispered, as he returned the gesture, placing his lips up against her jaw, loving the feel of her warm skin against his mouth.

" You… you would?" Phoebe inquired on a serious tone, as she slowly pulled back, to stare right into the depths of his chocolate brown eyes, his dreamy, chocolate brown eyes.

" Of course, you're my number one girl," came the loving reply and that was really all the encouragement she needed to connect their lips, in a deep, tender kiss, dropping the guitar in the process. Joey kissed back with ardor, gently brushing his hand through the soft tresses of blonde hair, as he allowed his tongue to meet with hers, causing shivers to run down his spine.

When they finally parted, they were both sporting huge grins. Joey, because he'd finally been able to express how strongly he felt about her and Phoebe, because she'd never received such an amazing kiss in her entire lifetime.

" I love you, Phoebe Buffay," he finally spoke, while grazing his fingers down her cheek.

" I think I might just return those feelings, Joey Tribbiani."

Then, the blonde was suddenly pulled out of her reverie, when she noticed something.

" Oh dear god, you actually broke down their door?!" she exclaimed, almost angrily.

" Uhm… yeah, you're not mad are ya?"

The masseuse shrugged, then stated: " Nah, why would I be mad? It's not MY door, after all."

" Say… Joey, I've got about fifty minutes left, before I'm expected back at the coffeehouse, you wanna… maybe go back to your place and do… stuff?" she suddenly went on seductively, while twirling a lock of hair around her finger, effectively sending Joey's mind in a tailspin.

" Sure, sweetheart," he ultimately retorted, sending her a sly smile, right before taking her hand and leading her into his flat to do… stuff, of a nature most pleasurable.