Summary: Joey and Phoebe talk it through. Only satrring Phoebe and Joey, sorry people. Will get back to normal after this special.
Episode 4
Scene 1: Joey's.
Joey kept going over the conversation in his head. Sitting alone in his apartment, he couldn't help but wonder what was happening, why he felt so strongly about two women. He didn't know who meant more to him. He was Joey, he never loved anyone...except perhaps his mom, but that was different.
He wished he could talk to Chandler, but he had taken Monica to Atlantic City for a little holiday, and Ross and Rachel were talking to a wedding planner. He couldn't talk to Phoebe, obviously. He would need to sort this out normally, without any Joeyish attitude.
So, he thought. Let's use the old "Quick Question Routine." He pictured Chandler asking him questions, in his head. What do you prefer: jam or marmite? Jam. Who's your best friend Chandler or Ross? Chandler. Who do you love, Rachel or Phoebe? Err...
Joey sighed. That didn't work. He'd tried it earlier that day, and it was always the same response. Who would he save if he was in a burning building? Both-one under each arm.
"Damn you!" he cried, banging his fist on the worktop- and hurting his hand rather badly. Wincing with the pain, he managed to get to the first aid kit, but he knocked the box on the floor.
"Need a hand?" asked someone behind him. He turned quickly, and grinned sheepishly.
"I always do," he admitted, as Phoebe walked in. She picked up the box and handed it to him, a cheeky smile on her face.
"Have you had time to think about where your path goes?" she asked, sitting on the worktop. Joey leaned against it and sighed again.
"I've tried so hard to figure out what's going on in my life," he said. "I'm in love with two women in my life."
"Are you sure?" asked Phoebe, looking distraught. She felt so sorry for Joey sometimes. She rested her hand on his shoulder. "I wish it was easier for you, Joe."
Joey nodded. "Believe me, so do I. Do you want something to drink?"
"What have you got?" asked Phoebe, interested.
Joey opened the fridge. It was filled to the top with beer. Phoebe laughed.
"You've got a wide choice," he said, laughing himself. He got a beer out for him, and another for her. She opened them both, and they sipped them.
"I feel like I can be myself around you," he admitted. "And Rachel...well, she IS getting married. But somehow I feel like I'm giving up on her."
Phoebe looked upset. Joey felt bad too, and tried to hug her, but she dodged it and he nearly fell over. In some strange way, she felt left out, as if she was second choice to the wonderful Rachel. For the second time in her whole life, she felt jealous.
"Let's go for a walk," Joey suggested. Phoebe agreed. "I'd like that," she said. She slipped her arm through his, and they left the apartment, the beer cans half full on the work top.
Scene 2: The "football" ground.
Joey felt like they were looking back. They reached the famous Thanksgiving playing field, where they had left Monica and Ross fighting over who won the game. Phoebe had been good, she had been on Joey's team at one point.
"There sure are memories here," she said, smiling. "Do you remember where it all began?"
Joey remembered. In the coffee house was where all six of them had suddenly met. Rachel had come rushing in, ditching her husband-to-be at the altar. Joey had even hit on her that day. He reembered that incident fondly, not because it was Rachel but because life seemed...carefree then. He made people laugh. Recently, he had been too serious. He needed to let go, like Phoebe did.
But even Phoebe looked serious. She had always liked Joey, though had often hid it. She remembered on her 30th/31st birthday, Joey had given her a kiss. She would always remember it, she knew. Plus, he was part Portuguese.
"Do you remember when we all found out about Chandler and Monica? You were so funny then," Joey remembered, laughing.
Flashback:
"I can't kiss you!" Chandler cried.
"And why not?" asked Phoebe triumphantly.
Chandler hesitated, but only for a second. "Because I'm in love with Monica! That's right, I love her, I love her!"
"You undid my blouse," Phoebe remembered, chuckling. "I remember now. Very easily, as well."
"I've had practise," said Joey, in an almost Joeyish way again. He smiled at least.
"You know, my most fondest memories are with you, or something to do with you," thought Phoebe aloud.
"Well Rachel and Monica can't be much of a laugh," replied Joey. Phoebe nodded.
"Well, they're not. Monica's married AND pregnant now, and Rachel's been pregnant recently, and has now got a kid. You're really the only person I talk to properly."
Joey felt really bad. "I don't know what to say to that," he admitted. "I wish I could tell you now that I wanted to...that I liked you like that."
Phoebe suddenly felt angry. She had been understanding enough. "Look, Joe, most couples don't start with people loving each other! Can't you just give us a go? When you have an answer, find me at Central Perk."
She stormed off, leaving Joey again, upset and pondering.
Scene 3: Central Perk.
"A coffee please Gunther," said Phoebe. (OK I lied-Gunther also appears :s) She took the cup and went to sit down, putting her bag down for the first time in a couple of hours. She was getting fed up with all this to-ing and fro-ing, and needed time to herself to think.
Do I love Joey? she thought. I love him, yes, as a friend, but would I love him if I let myself? Probably yes. She was confusing herself, when she felt a shadow over her body. She looked up, and it was Joey. His expression was unreadable.
I've done this to make sure you read the next part. It will be scripts again, but the first thing a character says will tell you what Joey has decided-and believe me, he HAS made up his mind. Tell me what you want to happen, just for fun! Read and Review please.