Disclaimer: I do not own Friends
Disclaimer: I do not own Friends.
1 year earlier. Denver.
Ross and Joey stumbled through the streets of Denver, laughing hysterically and with no regard for the oncoming barrage of ant people advancing to the already packed bars and clubs. They had just filed out of the "Bedroom," a club they frequently went to because the girls were hot and loose and they'd already held a running-tab with the bartender Chandler Bing.
Ross only went along because Joey loved the ladies and Chandler was his other best friend.
However, earlier that day Joey had satisfied his sexual appetite and they both went home empty handed.
Ross, Joey, and Chandler's place was only 3 blocks from the club and so they decided to walk the distance.
"Damn, Joe, you're fuckin' heavy!" Ross exclaimed, his head slightly buzzed from double shots of absinth.
He was trying to maintain his and Joey's balance simultaneously, and doing a fairly decent job.
"Yeah, well, you would be too if you'd eaten 3 meatball subs and a whole pizza." Joey suddenly leaned into Ross' shoulder and fired a load of unpremeditated alcohol, pizza, and meatball sub, all over his new Eddie Bauer sweater.
"What the hell man, you just threw up all over me, you fuckin' ass!" Ross quickly pushed Joey back against the wall, and examined the damage Joey caused.
The sweater was definitely ruined, no doubt about it. Oh well.
Joey leaned against the wall, his head titled up to the sky, and slowly proceeded to unbuckle his knees and slink to the pavement.
Before his ass could reach the ground, Ross interlocked his arms underneath Joey's armpits and brought him to life.
"Joe, you drank way to much tonight, man."
Three blocks and 4 staircases later Ross and Joey finally managed to make it to their 3-bedroom apartment. Ross flicked on the light only to hear a groan from Joey.
Turning the light off, he made his way through the living room and into Joey's room. It was plastered with pictures of naked women, motorbikes, and even a meatball sub. A typical college room.
Joey fell face-first onto his queen-sized bed he'd won at a raffle and instantly went to sleep.
Ross went into the kitchen, took out the casserole they'd made 2 days ago and fixed himself a piece.
Once finished he thought about how routine his life had become. Get up, go to class, study, go to class, study some more, go to the gym, come home and study, watch some TV, and go to bed. Even the weekends had become monotonous. Always going to the same club, the same bars, with the same people.
Well, he actually enjoyed the same people, but the situations he found himself in were the same. Everything the same.
He looked out the window toward the buildings that surrounded him. All the buildings were tall, plain structures of metal and brick. The people all wore flashy suits and it seemed nothing ever changed. Everything the same.
He kept his eyes fixed on the window, until he spotted a woman jogging down the street at an even pace. That's strange, it's like…he looked down at his watch…one in the morning.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was radiant. It was a full moon and the twilight held her figure perfectly. She was gorgeous.
As his eyes locked onto her silhouette, he saw her stumble and fall. Putting his heroic side into action, he sprang up from the couch and darted to her rescue.
Reaching the street he looked where she'd fallen and quickly raced to her side.
Like a gentlemen and Good Samaritan, he extended his hand and she graciously accepted it.
Once he had rescued her, he could see how incredibly beautiful she actually was. She had green eyes, shoulder length strawberry hair, and the most flawless skin.
"H-hi, I-I am R-Ross," he stammered, trying to gain an ounce of composer.
She smiled an unbelievable, heart-melting smile and returned the gesture." Hi, Ross, I'm Rachel. You're my savior," she smiled brightly.
He was hooked.
To Be Continued…
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