"Hey, how are ya?" Monica greeted as Rachel stumbled through the door.
"Awful. I can't believe how horrible things went with Joey last night." She groaned. "I want to tell him so much, but I just can't." She slammed her head on the counter.
"It's not that bad, Rach."
"Yes it is. I am going to go through my entire life having a huge thing for Joey and he'll never know about and it's going to eat away at me for the next thirty years."
"Well, maybe it is that bad." She concluded. "Just tell him and get it over with."
"I want to, I really do, and trust me, I've tried. Maybe I can write him a letter." Monica rolled her eyes in anger. This was driving her nuts. She was just going to have to whip out Plan B. She didn't want to lie to her best friend, especially since she knew it might very well backfire, but she had no other choice.
"I don't think you'll have to write him a letter, Rach."
"What are you talking about....oh...you mean E-Mail! Even better!" She yelled.
"No, now I'm not supossed to say anything, but Joey was asking if you were seeing anybody this morning when he was here, and he wanted to know what your favorite restaurant was." She saw the 'Oh, my God! I don't believe it' look on Rachel's face and immediately quipped with, "But...it's probably nothing."
"Yeah, nothing." She lied, contemplating what other reason he could possibly be asking for.
"But, did he actually say anything about asking me out?" She asked as subtle as possible.
"Well, he asked if I knew whether or not you liked him."
"Really?!" She was completely ecstatic. Finally, after all this time, her and Joey would finally be together.
"But I told him you weren't interested."
"What?" She snapped, enraged.
"Well, you hadn't said anything about it to me in a while so I figured you were over him. I thought if you liked him, you would have said soemthing by now." She said calmly.
"Okay, well, maybe he'll ask me out anyway." She prayed.
"Well, I don't know about that."
"What do you mean?"
"When he came with me to take the garbage out, he asked some girl in the hall for her number. You've met her, the one that just moved in. She was the one who called you a slut and tripped you down the stairs because you started dating her ex a few months ago." She was now making it up as she went along, but it was working, Rachel was about to have a stroke. Her eyes were bulging and her face was beet red. Making up more of that ridiculous story was all Monica could do to keep herself from laughing.
"Oh, my God!I can't believe he asked her out!" she shrieked in shock."I have to tell him!"
"But I thought you just couldn't do it."
"Well, I can if he's going out with her. I have no choice. If I keep my mouth shut, I have no chance with him! I have to go!" She ran to the door.
"Uhhh...Rach?"
"Yeah?"
"Get dressed first."
"Right, thanks." She grinned at her mistake.
"Joe, what are you doing on Valentine's Day?" Chandler asked.
"Why?" Joey wondered.
"I don't know. Rachel told me to ask you."
"Rachel?"
"Yeah, I don't get it either. Last I knew she already had a date, but she said something about she was thinking about cancelling it."
"Really? Rachel wants to go out with me for Valentine's Day?" He said, with a huge grin on his face and excitement in his tone.
"Yeah, but I think she's going to go out with the model she origianally had the date with because she thinks you don't like her." He was almost as good at this as Monica was."Really? Oh my God, what should I do?"
"Well I would guess you should tell her!" He saidi sarcastically.
"You're right. I have nothing to worry about it , I mean now I know she feels the same way."
"Exactly."
"Well, I gotta go, thanks!" He ran out the door.
" I should consider doing thins professionally." He thought to himself, after Joey went flying throuhg the door.