Bright lights flash into my eyes before we're even out of the limo. This night has nothing to do with me, no one will even notice me, and yet I'm nervous.

Joey and Phoebe are by the door that the driver will soon open to let us out. Joey's in a slick black tux and Phoebe, a sparkling blue gown. Andy, stupid Andy who I hate, informed me I couldn't be too flashy. I wasn't allowed to outshine Phoebe, so I stuck with a simple, yet elegant, faded red dress. Joey says I still look beautiful and even whispered in my ear that I was even more so than Phoebe. I believed the first part, but Phoebe looks gorgeous tonight, I don't think I'm beating that.

The door swings open and Joey heads out, Phoebe trailing close behind. When they're both out they unite their hands and walk down the carpet of flashing cameras. I make my way out of limo now and a few camera steal some shots, but most of them ignore me. I keep my distance the whole time. Everyone is screaming Joey's name and asking questions about Phoebe and the baby. I hear shouts from fans and chanting of the movie's title. There's so much commotion going on.

I've been to a couple premieres before, but I've never been part of the main event like this. Mostly, I work on tv shows and so at award shows like the Golden Globes or Emmys, you share the spotlight with a lot more stars. This is not only a long awaited movie, but Joey is the sole star of it and now the main attraction has arrived; Joey and his woman. As well as some other lady traveling behind, that would be me.

We walk past the main string of cameras and make our way to the line of press, waiting to talk to Joey. Joey and Phoebe walk up to the first reporter, I stand behind them and off to the side, but I can hear everything.

"So, how excited are you for everyone to finally see this movie?"

"So excited, I feel like I've been waiting forever!" Joey exclaims. "I think everyone's really gonna love it!"

"What can you tell us about the baby…boy? Girl? Are you two living together?" The reporter jumps the gun instantly.

"Uh, I can tell you the baby will have a beautiful home and two devoted parents, no matter what," Joey words it perfectly. The reporter gushes over his answer and then tries to continue when Joey's people push him to the next person. I walk over a few steps as well.

"Joey! Hey, how are you? What's the red carpet been like up until now?"

"Yeah, it's been fun. It's very excited and very bright…from all the flashes."

The reporter laughs wildly and obviously fake.

"I have to tell you I saw the movie and I looovved it!"

"Oh, thanks," Joey replies.

"So, I have to ask, how's the relationship going? Phoebe, any comments?" He points the microphone to her.

"We're very happy about the baby and I'm very proud of Joey tonight."

"Well, how serious is it if you've brought someone else?" The reporter looks directly at me and I feel my breath cut short. I've been on these red carpets before, I've been asked the same questions Joey has, and yet I've never felt so violated. I don't want anyone looking at me.

"Wait a minute, that's Rachel Green, you're former co-star! So, why is she here?" The reporter clarifies.

"Oh, Rachel's just my good friend coming out to support me tonight. I was happy she could make it," Joey says after glancing over at me.

"Rachel, you look lovely!" he calls out to me and again I feel like garbage. I wave and smile and the cameras turn to me for a few seconds before returning to Joey and Phoebe.

Basically, it's this torture for the next thirty minutes, going down the line. It's awful now because everyone has recognized me and is asking why I'm here over and over again. I wanted to be invisible, unless I was allowed to be the one around Joey's arm, but I'm not so I'd prefer to take invisibility instead. I'm just getting madder and madder whenever someone asks about me. It's just like a slap in the face that I'm not Joey's main girl and then it's a stab in the back when Joey has to refer to me as just a friend. I can't take this anymore, but there's no where to go and how bad would I make Joey look if I just stormed off?

Finally, it seems like we're about done and we're on the last interview. I can just taste the freedom as Joey starts answering all about the movie, as normal. Then, things take a turn for the worst. The reporter not only turns the conversation to me, but in a nasty way.

"Hey so, Rachel's here with you…sort of. I mean she's just kind of staggering along. Why didn't she just come by herself?"

"Well, I invited her so she came with us."

"Well, you're making it clear who ranks higher here. I mean, how necessary is she, you've got Phoebe right here! Are two not doing so well?"

"No, we're doing just fine. Rachel is a very good friend of mine, I care about her a lot," Joey defends me.

"As well do I, we're all friends," Phoebe also stands up for me.

"You know before your show got cancelled I always thought there might have been something there, I guess you two just lost it," he says and that's my tipping point. I can't believe this guy, I want to grab his collar and throw him out to the street.

"No, we're just as close…even closer actually." Joey states and I start to make my way closer. I'm not really gonna attack the guy so I don't actually know why I'm moving.

"Guess you replace people with others and move on, lose that chemistry," he says, implying Joey has replaced me with Phoebe and we're nothing now. Smoke must be coming out of my ears as I step right behind Joey. The reporter is about to make another comment when he sees me, but I don't give him any time. I don't give anyone time to do anything. No one sees it coming, not even me. Instead of attacking the loser for bashing me, I grab Joey's arm and within seconds I've turned him towards me and smacked my lips onto his. A loud reaction comes from the crowd and before anyone can make another move every camera is on us. I make the fiery kiss last and even turn it into a near feverish make out session. Joey's too stunned to object. I release him and then fix any smeared lipstick with a gentle touch.

Everyone's simply astonished by what has just occurred. Other than the cameras continuing to flash, another word isn't spoken. Then after these few speechless moments, the crowd goes into a uproar and reporters are crushing one another to get this juicy scoop. Joey doesn't even look at them though, he's not looking at anyone, but me. I want to apologize, for calling out Phoebe, for making him look like a liar and cheat, but I don't. I just walk past everyone and finally get off that horrible red carpet and into the theatre.