(Authors Notes: Alright here we go we are ready for the flames to begin.
Though if you think this is bad wait til next chapter * hint hint * Please
reveiw, though if we get any " Joey doesnt act like that" " they are so out
of character " reveiws we're gonna kick some ass. )
(Disclaimer: Well odviously i do not own any of these characters except,.... well no none of them. Though if i did,... well lets just say, What a fun day for me =)
The night had come and gone, the events of the previous day were still fresh on her memory, there was no way to forget about it. Chandler had tried to join her for the night, but she declined his offer and told him she 'needed sleep' it no doubt hurt his feelings. But he headed off to his apartment but not without a good night kiss.
She sat in her own company by her giant bay window, staring out onto the canvas of the village and all its occupants. Hurrying about their days.
"Hey you,.. " a soft spoken Chandler peeked at her from the kitchen area. " Feeling better ? "
She smiled big. No longer letting herself dwell in the day before. Letting him touch her. He hugged her tight kissing gently her forehead.
"I missed you last night, " He said into the top of her head.
"IM sorry Chandler I just really needed sleep I just,.... .. " Not knowing how to finish her sentence she let herself feel satisfied just by having him in her arms.
"Well , ... if it makes you feel better we can both get sleep tonight " He said this time moving his chin so to be heard better.
"What do you mean?"
"I just revisited the horrors of living with him" he made a funny face thinking she would know what he was talking about.
She continued to give him a confused look praying that Joey had not informed him of the incident that occurred yesterday.
"Joey, ... he's, well he and Rach kept me up half the .. " He was interrupted by Monica's sudden outburst.
"What! " Monica pulled quickly away from his hug. " what the hell are you talking about. "
"I heard them,..." He gestured with hand movements and his uncomfortable demeanor told her the rest. " i mean i ... heard them"
Monica's eyes went wide. And her "death stare" to Chandler was enough to let him know that he had said the wrong thing.
"Why, Why why are you upset? " he backed himself up being sure to be out of her way. Gesturing the joke that he didn't want to be hit.
"What about the baby he didn't want? ... What about that night he got so mad he hit the wall missing her by an inch. " Monica's emotions went ablaze and she stormed over to Joey's door forgetting all about the tension between he and herself. Leaving a confused Chandler behind her.
Her fist met the door hard and rapid until getting her response. Joey stood before her grasping a towel about his waist. Without saying anything, he stood holding the door. Her apprehensions came back and she froze in his eyes. Like a helpless little animal. Until Rachel emerged to her rescue.
"Mon ? " Rachel's voice hinted her surprise to see Monica, and also hinted to the fact she was naked under a sheet she covered herself with. not wanting Monica to yet know she was with Joey again.
"Monica I .. " Before she could finish and enraged Monica pushed her way past Joey to get a better acoustical advantage to yell at Rachel.
"What the hell are you thinking? " She hesitated none while beginning to yell.
"Look Mon i don't really think its any.. " Joey started Monica just flashed him the "death stare "
"Rachel, ... just less than 24 hours ago you were crying because of this. " She held her arms out to gesture the apartment and who lived in it. " What about the baby ? .... the baby he doesn't want. "
"Oh!" Rachel sounded excited. " IM not pregnant! "
"Rachel, " She lowered her tone trying to reason with her. " I have spent the past 2 days holding you, and comforting you, and listening to you cry..... IM not gonna do it again. I will not do it again." And with that she left the apartment letting the door slam on her way out.
"You told her about the whole, ... baby thing? " his question had the small sound of anger in it.
"Joey she's my best friend of corse I told her.... But don't worry she'll be OK, " she said walking towards him, " You shouldn't be worrying about her anyway, when IM right in front of you wearing nothing but a sheet. And with that she kissed him.
"Yeah baby " He smiled and returned another kiss and followed her while she turned to walk to his bedroom.
Once inside she playfully grabbed the sheet that shielded him from her eyes. With a swift motion she pulled the sheet and let it fall to the floor. Joey's eyes met her as he moved towards her, the weight of him pushed both back onto the bed.
Rachel smiled into his kisses. " Oh Joey, " She breathed out.
"Mmm Monica"
Her movements halted.
"WHAT! " She shouted regaining her freshly shed sheet.
"Huh? I didn't say anything Rachel come here" his voice half begging her to return to him.
"You called me Monica! "
"No, I didn't, it. It slipped." He tried to compensate but there was no excuse or good reason why he called her 'Monica'
'I cant believe she's doing this! " Monica stammered pacing in her kitchen.
"Don't worry Abut it Mon. whatever happens. " he paused to take a bite of scrambled egg "happens"
"She is being so selfish!, ... don't talk with your mouth full Chandler"
He smiled to her and ate while she continued.
"She has no idea what she's getting herself into again...... IM not going to be there when he hurts her again,. I wont! " She stuttered almost ignoring Chandler and mostly talking to herself.
"IM not going to deal with it" She picked up a sponge from her sink and began to furiously scrub her oven, much like she did when she was upset.
"Mon... Mon ? "
"What ! " she had been so worked up arguing to herself about Rachel that she forgot to lower her tone.
"IM sorry, Chandler IM sorry. I didn't mean ... I didn't mean "She threw her sponge against her stove top and supported her weight on her two hands that remain on the oven. Her head fell low, she tried to hold it in but the past few days have been such a rollercoaster her emotions couldn't stay bottled up anymore.
"Mon? Aww what's wrong? " He got up from his eggs to meet her at the oven. He's eyes full of concern.
She pushed herself up against his chest, which made him nervous he had never seen her cry, well he had but not like this. He wasn't sure what to do, so he just put his arms around her.
Her hands covered her eyes ashamed at what she was letting herself do, she felt how he was uncomfortable, but she couldn't make herself stop. She cried hard into his chest.
"IM sorry Chandler, Its just too much,...." She sniffled and let him hug her tighter.
"Its ok" He offered as much support as he knew of.
"You son of a bitch" Rachel stood at the side of Joey's bed putting on her clothes
"Your getting worked up over nothing Rach, I was just thinking about what she had just said and her name came out. That's all it is and all it was, nothing" Joey gets up from the bed and wraps his arms around her "I swear" he gives her a kiss and she practically melts in his arms
"You swear?" Rachel asks innocently, making a puppy face while breaking away from the kiss only momentarily
"I swear" Joey said lying through his teeth "Can we finish this now?" Joey said playing with Rachel's bra strap.
"Uh huh" Rachel smirked, she muttered as Joey kissed her neck and undid her bra simultaneously.
She undid her pants as Joey turned her around so her back was against the bed. She kicked off her pants not taking her lips from Joey's. They fell onto the bed as Rachel kissed him passionatly. He was enjoying it no doubt but he wished with all he had it was Monica under him and not Rachel.
"I love you Joey"
She was used to the fact that when she said this it came with no response, the sting of having said it and getting nothing still remains though, but she can better ignore it now.
He stared to the back of her head while she slept comfortably on his chest, like a permanent fixture, one that he desired, one that he lusted after, but not one that he could love. He often wondered but didn't truly care as to why she ran to him always.
Rachel had been coming to him for years now, far longer than anyone knew. He wanted it to end, Monica was everything he had always wanted, admitting to that had taken him almost a year. Supposing the reason he let Rachel run to him is she held such a close feeling to Monica.
She was out of his reach and he knew that. Gently but rough enough he pushed Rachel off his chest and he sat feet firm on the floor, hair a mess, not bothering to cover himself. He let his head rest in his hands and he stared at the floor lost in his own thoughts.
For months he had been trying to talk to her, and then Chandler beat him to it. Stepping back was the right thing for him to do. But he could no longer let his feelings for her rest. Tonight he would talk to her.
"Chandler you promised!"
"I know Monica,....you think I want to be there all night?" He hadnt realized how loud he was "speaking"
Her vacant hurt expression clued him in.
" OK... IM sorry. I have to go. Doug left me in charge, Mon?... I have to go" He spoke as if he had a point to prove, and he did.
"Promise to come see me when you get off? "
"Always " he smiled and leaned in for a small kiss
"Want to be a few minutes late? " she tugged at the rim of his shirt playfully.
"I really should go now " he managed to say in between an onslaught of kisses from Monica. She let her hands roam and they found a comfortable spot resting on the outside of his clothing, but he could feel her through it.
"Mon...... I really should go" his eyes closed and was trying not to succumb to her temptations. She grabbed the rim of his pants and pulled his waist closer to her, she looked deep in his eyes and he could see her intentions were perfectly clear. " Mon honey.. I cant be late" his resistance was wearing.
Without warning she dropped to the floor, her face meeting his belt buckle.
Chandler's mouth dropped open half from shock half from the realization of what was in store for him.
"OK i can be a few minutes late"
The apartment door opened seconds after Chandler had left leaving her to believe it was him returning for a forgotten item. But the open door revealed Rachel. Her eyes held shame when they met Monica's, shame for what she had put her through, shame for running back to him again.
"Monica.. " she said shutting the door behind her and making her way half to the kitchen table. Her tone was apologetic and at the same time firm.
"I have nothing to say to you." Harshly put but that's the way she felt it needed to be.
"Why are you."she was not given the chance to continue Monica pounced quickly for she knew what was about to be said.
"Why?!.... " she shook her head, in the manor that if in words would've said 'how could you' " How can you even ask me 'why'? ..... "
"Cant you just be happy for me?" crossing her arms as to meet Monica's already riled up temper.
"Yes,.. I suppose I can. But no i don't think i will"
"But why"
"Who stayed up half the night listening to you cry,... who held your hands and who exactly was it that was there for you when you thought you were pregnant and you were alone? Me Rachel, ME! I am always the one picking up your pieces for nothing! .. I wont do it anymore."
She stood almost in awe of what was said.
"But I love him."
She brought her hand up to her face pretending to be whipping a wisp of hair away from her eyes, but was really trying to hide her welling eyes.
"And I know he loves me, ... he loves me." she spoke almost to herself as if to convince herself that he truly did love her, but she knew that it wasn't true.
"He'll do it again Rachel "
She got up to her feet and walked up close to meet her furious friend. Furious was the word to descibe her too.
"You don't know him Monica,." her tears flowed freely but out of anger instead of sorrow
"I know him plenty, did he tell you about yesterday?!"
"No what happened yesterday" her eyes narrowed waiting to hear.
"Oh so he didn't tell you about yesterday when he had me pinned up against his door, oh he must have forgot to tell you." Her sarcastic comments were getting more tears from Rachel's eyes.
"You don't know him at all, and he doesn't love you"
Rachel had heard enough within seconds her arms dropped from their crossed position and she walked up to Monica even more.
"Fuck you " Rachel brought her hand across Monica's face, leaving in its path a red mark, her head moved with Rachel's smack.
"What is wrong with you! " Monica was screaming in Rachel's face. As Rachel was screaming in hers.
"You don't know him he DOES love me! "
And with that she stormed out of the apartment. Her emotions went ablaze, but only because she knew she was right, he didn't love her.
She sat in a heap a sobbing mess on his couch when he walked in.
"What's wrong with you?" In his arms two brown grocery bags that she knew was full to the brim with alcohol.
"It's Monica' she wiped at her undereye with her Kleenex, checking it to see if her mascara was running.
"What happened? "
"She said some things and I said some things" She brought herself to join Joey in the kitchen while he put away his "drinks." Before she could finish he grabbed one for himself and popped a top.
"I just cant believe that happened" she let herself cry in front of Joey who made only little attempt to comfort her.
"Hey its OK ... what happened?"
"She said mean things and before i knew it i hit her"
"You, you what?"
His eyes let her know she had said the wrong thing. But she didn't know why.
"Joey she was being a bitch."
He jumped at her slamming her up against the apartment door, she gasped in shock and from the pressure of his hand around her neck.
Gasping she managed to say..
"Joey, ... what are you doing?" a single tear rolled down her cheek as his hand got tighter, almost lifting her off her feet. She gasped a struggled to pull his hand off her neck. She let out a straggled "Joey"
"Don't call her that, and don't ever hit her"
And he let go of her neck, he was holding her so tight he had almost lifted her off her feet only her tip toes remained on the floor, his sudden movement to let her go knocked her to the floor, and her hand instinctively went to her neck.
(Disclaimer: Well odviously i do not own any of these characters except,.... well no none of them. Though if i did,... well lets just say, What a fun day for me =)
The night had come and gone, the events of the previous day were still fresh on her memory, there was no way to forget about it. Chandler had tried to join her for the night, but she declined his offer and told him she 'needed sleep' it no doubt hurt his feelings. But he headed off to his apartment but not without a good night kiss.
She sat in her own company by her giant bay window, staring out onto the canvas of the village and all its occupants. Hurrying about their days.
"Hey you,.. " a soft spoken Chandler peeked at her from the kitchen area. " Feeling better ? "
She smiled big. No longer letting herself dwell in the day before. Letting him touch her. He hugged her tight kissing gently her forehead.
"I missed you last night, " He said into the top of her head.
"IM sorry Chandler I just really needed sleep I just,.... .. " Not knowing how to finish her sentence she let herself feel satisfied just by having him in her arms.
"Well , ... if it makes you feel better we can both get sleep tonight " He said this time moving his chin so to be heard better.
"What do you mean?"
"I just revisited the horrors of living with him" he made a funny face thinking she would know what he was talking about.
She continued to give him a confused look praying that Joey had not informed him of the incident that occurred yesterday.
"Joey, ... he's, well he and Rach kept me up half the .. " He was interrupted by Monica's sudden outburst.
"What! " Monica pulled quickly away from his hug. " what the hell are you talking about. "
"I heard them,..." He gestured with hand movements and his uncomfortable demeanor told her the rest. " i mean i ... heard them"
Monica's eyes went wide. And her "death stare" to Chandler was enough to let him know that he had said the wrong thing.
"Why, Why why are you upset? " he backed himself up being sure to be out of her way. Gesturing the joke that he didn't want to be hit.
"What about the baby he didn't want? ... What about that night he got so mad he hit the wall missing her by an inch. " Monica's emotions went ablaze and she stormed over to Joey's door forgetting all about the tension between he and herself. Leaving a confused Chandler behind her.
Her fist met the door hard and rapid until getting her response. Joey stood before her grasping a towel about his waist. Without saying anything, he stood holding the door. Her apprehensions came back and she froze in his eyes. Like a helpless little animal. Until Rachel emerged to her rescue.
"Mon ? " Rachel's voice hinted her surprise to see Monica, and also hinted to the fact she was naked under a sheet she covered herself with. not wanting Monica to yet know she was with Joey again.
"Monica I .. " Before she could finish and enraged Monica pushed her way past Joey to get a better acoustical advantage to yell at Rachel.
"What the hell are you thinking? " She hesitated none while beginning to yell.
"Look Mon i don't really think its any.. " Joey started Monica just flashed him the "death stare "
"Rachel, ... just less than 24 hours ago you were crying because of this. " She held her arms out to gesture the apartment and who lived in it. " What about the baby ? .... the baby he doesn't want. "
"Oh!" Rachel sounded excited. " IM not pregnant! "
"Rachel, " She lowered her tone trying to reason with her. " I have spent the past 2 days holding you, and comforting you, and listening to you cry..... IM not gonna do it again. I will not do it again." And with that she left the apartment letting the door slam on her way out.
"You told her about the whole, ... baby thing? " his question had the small sound of anger in it.
"Joey she's my best friend of corse I told her.... But don't worry she'll be OK, " she said walking towards him, " You shouldn't be worrying about her anyway, when IM right in front of you wearing nothing but a sheet. And with that she kissed him.
"Yeah baby " He smiled and returned another kiss and followed her while she turned to walk to his bedroom.
Once inside she playfully grabbed the sheet that shielded him from her eyes. With a swift motion she pulled the sheet and let it fall to the floor. Joey's eyes met her as he moved towards her, the weight of him pushed both back onto the bed.
Rachel smiled into his kisses. " Oh Joey, " She breathed out.
"Mmm Monica"
Her movements halted.
"WHAT! " She shouted regaining her freshly shed sheet.
"Huh? I didn't say anything Rachel come here" his voice half begging her to return to him.
"You called me Monica! "
"No, I didn't, it. It slipped." He tried to compensate but there was no excuse or good reason why he called her 'Monica'
'I cant believe she's doing this! " Monica stammered pacing in her kitchen.
"Don't worry Abut it Mon. whatever happens. " he paused to take a bite of scrambled egg "happens"
"She is being so selfish!, ... don't talk with your mouth full Chandler"
He smiled to her and ate while she continued.
"She has no idea what she's getting herself into again...... IM not going to be there when he hurts her again,. I wont! " She stuttered almost ignoring Chandler and mostly talking to herself.
"IM not going to deal with it" She picked up a sponge from her sink and began to furiously scrub her oven, much like she did when she was upset.
"Mon... Mon ? "
"What ! " she had been so worked up arguing to herself about Rachel that she forgot to lower her tone.
"IM sorry, Chandler IM sorry. I didn't mean ... I didn't mean "She threw her sponge against her stove top and supported her weight on her two hands that remain on the oven. Her head fell low, she tried to hold it in but the past few days have been such a rollercoaster her emotions couldn't stay bottled up anymore.
"Mon? Aww what's wrong? " He got up from his eggs to meet her at the oven. He's eyes full of concern.
She pushed herself up against his chest, which made him nervous he had never seen her cry, well he had but not like this. He wasn't sure what to do, so he just put his arms around her.
Her hands covered her eyes ashamed at what she was letting herself do, she felt how he was uncomfortable, but she couldn't make herself stop. She cried hard into his chest.
"IM sorry Chandler, Its just too much,...." She sniffled and let him hug her tighter.
"Its ok" He offered as much support as he knew of.
"You son of a bitch" Rachel stood at the side of Joey's bed putting on her clothes
"Your getting worked up over nothing Rach, I was just thinking about what she had just said and her name came out. That's all it is and all it was, nothing" Joey gets up from the bed and wraps his arms around her "I swear" he gives her a kiss and she practically melts in his arms
"You swear?" Rachel asks innocently, making a puppy face while breaking away from the kiss only momentarily
"I swear" Joey said lying through his teeth "Can we finish this now?" Joey said playing with Rachel's bra strap.
"Uh huh" Rachel smirked, she muttered as Joey kissed her neck and undid her bra simultaneously.
She undid her pants as Joey turned her around so her back was against the bed. She kicked off her pants not taking her lips from Joey's. They fell onto the bed as Rachel kissed him passionatly. He was enjoying it no doubt but he wished with all he had it was Monica under him and not Rachel.
"I love you Joey"
She was used to the fact that when she said this it came with no response, the sting of having said it and getting nothing still remains though, but she can better ignore it now.
He stared to the back of her head while she slept comfortably on his chest, like a permanent fixture, one that he desired, one that he lusted after, but not one that he could love. He often wondered but didn't truly care as to why she ran to him always.
Rachel had been coming to him for years now, far longer than anyone knew. He wanted it to end, Monica was everything he had always wanted, admitting to that had taken him almost a year. Supposing the reason he let Rachel run to him is she held such a close feeling to Monica.
She was out of his reach and he knew that. Gently but rough enough he pushed Rachel off his chest and he sat feet firm on the floor, hair a mess, not bothering to cover himself. He let his head rest in his hands and he stared at the floor lost in his own thoughts.
For months he had been trying to talk to her, and then Chandler beat him to it. Stepping back was the right thing for him to do. But he could no longer let his feelings for her rest. Tonight he would talk to her.
"Chandler you promised!"
"I know Monica,....you think I want to be there all night?" He hadnt realized how loud he was "speaking"
Her vacant hurt expression clued him in.
" OK... IM sorry. I have to go. Doug left me in charge, Mon?... I have to go" He spoke as if he had a point to prove, and he did.
"Promise to come see me when you get off? "
"Always " he smiled and leaned in for a small kiss
"Want to be a few minutes late? " she tugged at the rim of his shirt playfully.
"I really should go now " he managed to say in between an onslaught of kisses from Monica. She let her hands roam and they found a comfortable spot resting on the outside of his clothing, but he could feel her through it.
"Mon...... I really should go" his eyes closed and was trying not to succumb to her temptations. She grabbed the rim of his pants and pulled his waist closer to her, she looked deep in his eyes and he could see her intentions were perfectly clear. " Mon honey.. I cant be late" his resistance was wearing.
Without warning she dropped to the floor, her face meeting his belt buckle.
Chandler's mouth dropped open half from shock half from the realization of what was in store for him.
"OK i can be a few minutes late"
The apartment door opened seconds after Chandler had left leaving her to believe it was him returning for a forgotten item. But the open door revealed Rachel. Her eyes held shame when they met Monica's, shame for what she had put her through, shame for running back to him again.
"Monica.. " she said shutting the door behind her and making her way half to the kitchen table. Her tone was apologetic and at the same time firm.
"I have nothing to say to you." Harshly put but that's the way she felt it needed to be.
"Why are you."she was not given the chance to continue Monica pounced quickly for she knew what was about to be said.
"Why?!.... " she shook her head, in the manor that if in words would've said 'how could you' " How can you even ask me 'why'? ..... "
"Cant you just be happy for me?" crossing her arms as to meet Monica's already riled up temper.
"Yes,.. I suppose I can. But no i don't think i will"
"But why"
"Who stayed up half the night listening to you cry,... who held your hands and who exactly was it that was there for you when you thought you were pregnant and you were alone? Me Rachel, ME! I am always the one picking up your pieces for nothing! .. I wont do it anymore."
She stood almost in awe of what was said.
"But I love him."
She brought her hand up to her face pretending to be whipping a wisp of hair away from her eyes, but was really trying to hide her welling eyes.
"And I know he loves me, ... he loves me." she spoke almost to herself as if to convince herself that he truly did love her, but she knew that it wasn't true.
"He'll do it again Rachel "
She got up to her feet and walked up close to meet her furious friend. Furious was the word to descibe her too.
"You don't know him Monica,." her tears flowed freely but out of anger instead of sorrow
"I know him plenty, did he tell you about yesterday?!"
"No what happened yesterday" her eyes narrowed waiting to hear.
"Oh so he didn't tell you about yesterday when he had me pinned up against his door, oh he must have forgot to tell you." Her sarcastic comments were getting more tears from Rachel's eyes.
"You don't know him at all, and he doesn't love you"
Rachel had heard enough within seconds her arms dropped from their crossed position and she walked up to Monica even more.
"Fuck you " Rachel brought her hand across Monica's face, leaving in its path a red mark, her head moved with Rachel's smack.
"What is wrong with you! " Monica was screaming in Rachel's face. As Rachel was screaming in hers.
"You don't know him he DOES love me! "
And with that she stormed out of the apartment. Her emotions went ablaze, but only because she knew she was right, he didn't love her.
She sat in a heap a sobbing mess on his couch when he walked in.
"What's wrong with you?" In his arms two brown grocery bags that she knew was full to the brim with alcohol.
"It's Monica' she wiped at her undereye with her Kleenex, checking it to see if her mascara was running.
"What happened? "
"She said some things and I said some things" She brought herself to join Joey in the kitchen while he put away his "drinks." Before she could finish he grabbed one for himself and popped a top.
"I just cant believe that happened" she let herself cry in front of Joey who made only little attempt to comfort her.
"Hey its OK ... what happened?"
"She said mean things and before i knew it i hit her"
"You, you what?"
His eyes let her know she had said the wrong thing. But she didn't know why.
"Joey she was being a bitch."
He jumped at her slamming her up against the apartment door, she gasped in shock and from the pressure of his hand around her neck.
Gasping she managed to say..
"Joey, ... what are you doing?" a single tear rolled down her cheek as his hand got tighter, almost lifting her off her feet. She gasped a struggled to pull his hand off her neck. She let out a straggled "Joey"
"Don't call her that, and don't ever hit her"
And he let go of her neck, he was holding her so tight he had almost lifted her off her feet only her tip toes remained on the floor, his sudden movement to let her go knocked her to the floor, and her hand instinctively went to her neck.