Sorry that the last chapter was so hard to read. this one's double spaced
so hopefully it will be more readable.
Thanks to everyone for the great reviews! I really appreciate it! Also. as far as Phoebe goes. she DID live on the streets as a teen, but if I can somehow get her into the story I will ASAP (if any of you have an idea, let me know!).
DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters, etc, etc, etc
(This chapter takes place a few days later)
Every day for the next week was the same old. Joey sat with Monica and Chandler at their lunch table, and would walk Monica to her class, holding her book and giving her a peck on the cheek. Chandler felt a bit jealous as Monica began spending more and more time with Joey, but he stayed silent. 'You brought this on yourself, man," he kept thinking. Rachel spent a few minutes a day in Monica's room, and they planned out much of their dance preparations. Though Ross and Rachel decided not to take part in the after- dance hotel party, as Rachel had the house all to herself that weekend, Rachel and Monica decided to do everything before the dance together, including having a pre-dance dinner with their dates.
Saturday brought chaos to the Gellar household. As Ross got in his tux, gelled his hair and fidgeted with the corsage he bought for Rachel, Monica's room was in a frenzy. Monica, in her shimmery lavender gown was straightening Rachel's hair as Rachel anxiously put on makeup. By six o'clock everyone was ready, and the girls descended the stairs as Ross and Joey, who had just arrived, stared in awe.
"Let me take some pictures!" Judy Gellar exclaimed. "Jack, get me the camera."
Jack Gellar ran over with the camera and began shooting away at Ross, Rachel, Monica, and Joey as they posed. After the pictures they went to the cars and drove off to a local restaurant.
At 8pm Monica and Joey arrived at the dance.
"Let me say, Mon, you look gorgeous," Joey said smoothly.
"Gee, thanks," Monica replied as she blushed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chandler arrive with his date. She began to tense up a little bit as she saw them holding hands. Chandler and Sara walked over to where Monica and Joey were.
"Hey Mon! This is Sara, my date, Sara, this is Mon. I don't believe you've met."
"Hi," Monica said.
"Hey," Sara replied. The conversation ended at that and Chandler and Sara went elsewhere on the dance floor. Throughout the dance Monica kept envisioning herself dancing with Chandler instead of Joey. Sure, Joey was every girl's dream, but she related so much better with Chandler.
"Okay, boys and girls! Our last dance of the night. Hope y'all had a great time and have a safe trip back!" The emcee announced several hours later. "Stairway to Heaven" came on the sound system and Joey pulled Monica close to him as they danced. Monica laid her head on Joey's shoulder, mostly for the purpose of not seeing Chandler dancing with Sara.
"I had a great time with you tonight," Joey whispered in Monica's ear.
"Me too," Monica said. Joey looked her in they eye and without another word, kissed her on the lips. Though Monica was a bit startled at first, as it was her first kiss, she eventually sunk into it and began kissing back. She pulled away and looked Joey in the eye. She remembered all the diary entries she wrote saying how much she wanted Chandler to be her first kiss. But that was no longer possible.
"So, you ready for the party?" Joey asked.
"Yeah, lets go!" Monica tried sounding as enthusiastic as possible.
Monica and Joey got to their hotel room before the others had arrived. The block of rooms were all adjoining, and Monica's room was in between Chandler's and one of the football player's rooms.
"Let me just change into some jeans," Monica said. She went into the bathroom and came out in some low cut flares and a tight long-sleeved shirt.
"Wow, Mon, you can wear anything!" Joey exclaimed. They heard noise as the others arrived.
"We got the booze!!!" Chip Matthews said as he held up a twelve-pack. A bunch of other football players ran in with their dates in tow. As the mob subsided, Monica saw Chandler and Sara walk in. Her heart sunk once again.
The music was blasting and the supply of alcohol was waning as it neared 3am. Noticing that Monica had not had anything to drink yet, Joey approached her.
"Wanna beer?" He asked. Though she rarely drank, she obliged. Beer in hand, she walked into the next adjoining room only to see Chandler sitting alone on a couch.
"What's up, Chandler?" Monica asked as she sat down next to him.
"Over there," he said, pointing to the corner of her room. Monica looked in that direction only to see Chip making out with Sara.
"Why don't you just say something?" Monica asked innocently.
"Nah, she'll just be pissed. Anyways, she wasn't too cool, not as interesting as you," he said, looking into her eyes. Monica began thinking about how great it would have been if they went together as dates. Before she became trapped in thought, Joey entered the room, drinking a beer, and plopped down next to Monica.
"So there's my favorite lady," he said, as he began to kiss her. When he saw Monica kissing back, Chandler got up, not sure whether he was devastated, shocked, or disgusted.
"Well, I'm going to bed," Chandler said, though he was sure neither Monica nor Joey heard him. "If you need anything, I'll be in my room." Monica separated herself from Joey.
"Okay, 'night Chandler," Monica said.
The hours passed and couples began leaving towards their hotel rooms. Monica had consumed a few more beers, and was a bit tipsy. Plus the drowsiness was setting in.
"Wanna get to bed?" Joey asked, seeing how beat she was.
"Yea." They made their way to their room. Let me just get into my PJ's, Monica said as she stumbled into the bathroom. When she exited a few minutes later in her pajamas, she saw Joey sitting up in bed, wearing nothing but a wifebeater and boxers.
"Um. I'll sleep on the floor," she said.
"No, sleep here. There's plenty of room," Joey said, motioning to the empty half of their king-size bed.
"You sure?" she asked.
"Yeah." Without hesitation, Monica laid on the bed and pulled the covers over her. She began drifting into a slumber when Joey started talking to her.
"Mon, I have to say, this was one of the best nights ever."
"Yeah, it was pretty fun," Monica replied.
"You are just gorgeous," he said, as he turned her towards him and began kissing her. Monica didn't know what happened to her, but she put her drowsiness aside and began kissing him back. The kissing continued for a few minutes before Joey's arms started roaming up and down her body. As they got under her shirt, she grabbed his arms in an attempt to push them away. She didn't want to go past kissing, especially with Joey. Instead, he took this act of restraint as a cue to take her arms, and put them in his pants. Monica pulled away.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she said.
"Nothing. We're just here, making out."
"Well I don't want to anymore. I'm going to sleep." Monica turned her back towards him and tucked the blanket underneath her body. A few moments later Joey's arms started caressing her stomach.
"I'm sorry honey."
"Joey, stop!" She said, half-asleep. Joey, however, didn't stop. He kept feeling her up, and reached his hands underneath her shirt. As she felt him touching her breasts, she shot up so that she was sitting upright in bed.
"Joey, I said stop!"
"Oh c'mon baby, you know you love it," he said, as he got on top of her and began furiously making out with her. With her eyes wide open, she noticed that he was no longer wearing his boxers. Though she kept trying to restrain him, he continued kissing her, and was tugging at her pajama pants. He got them off and was going for her underwear as she finally found the power to him off of her.
"That's it! I said stop it and you couldn't frickin restrain yourself," she said, as tears welled up in her eyes. "Goodnight." She said, angrily, as she ran out the door, wearing only a tiny, old t-shirt and underwear.
Monica banged furiously on the door to Chandler's hotel room, praying that he's be awake. The tears kept falling and she was hysterical as she replayed the whole scene with Joey in hear head.
"Chandler, be awake. Please!" Monica cried. Eventually her prayers were answered as the door opened, and she saw Chandler rubbing his eyes. The tired look in his eyes changed to one of deep concern as he saw her standing in front of him wearing next to nothing, with puffy, tearstained eyes, and whimpering.
"He. he. he tried to make me have sex with him!" Monica sputtered out as she collapsed into Chandler's open arms.
Okay, before you all get mad, I'm sorry for making Joey out to be such a bad guy. Please forgive me, and review!
Thanks to everyone for the great reviews! I really appreciate it! Also. as far as Phoebe goes. she DID live on the streets as a teen, but if I can somehow get her into the story I will ASAP (if any of you have an idea, let me know!).
DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters, etc, etc, etc
(This chapter takes place a few days later)
Every day for the next week was the same old. Joey sat with Monica and Chandler at their lunch table, and would walk Monica to her class, holding her book and giving her a peck on the cheek. Chandler felt a bit jealous as Monica began spending more and more time with Joey, but he stayed silent. 'You brought this on yourself, man," he kept thinking. Rachel spent a few minutes a day in Monica's room, and they planned out much of their dance preparations. Though Ross and Rachel decided not to take part in the after- dance hotel party, as Rachel had the house all to herself that weekend, Rachel and Monica decided to do everything before the dance together, including having a pre-dance dinner with their dates.
Saturday brought chaos to the Gellar household. As Ross got in his tux, gelled his hair and fidgeted with the corsage he bought for Rachel, Monica's room was in a frenzy. Monica, in her shimmery lavender gown was straightening Rachel's hair as Rachel anxiously put on makeup. By six o'clock everyone was ready, and the girls descended the stairs as Ross and Joey, who had just arrived, stared in awe.
"Let me take some pictures!" Judy Gellar exclaimed. "Jack, get me the camera."
Jack Gellar ran over with the camera and began shooting away at Ross, Rachel, Monica, and Joey as they posed. After the pictures they went to the cars and drove off to a local restaurant.
At 8pm Monica and Joey arrived at the dance.
"Let me say, Mon, you look gorgeous," Joey said smoothly.
"Gee, thanks," Monica replied as she blushed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chandler arrive with his date. She began to tense up a little bit as she saw them holding hands. Chandler and Sara walked over to where Monica and Joey were.
"Hey Mon! This is Sara, my date, Sara, this is Mon. I don't believe you've met."
"Hi," Monica said.
"Hey," Sara replied. The conversation ended at that and Chandler and Sara went elsewhere on the dance floor. Throughout the dance Monica kept envisioning herself dancing with Chandler instead of Joey. Sure, Joey was every girl's dream, but she related so much better with Chandler.
"Okay, boys and girls! Our last dance of the night. Hope y'all had a great time and have a safe trip back!" The emcee announced several hours later. "Stairway to Heaven" came on the sound system and Joey pulled Monica close to him as they danced. Monica laid her head on Joey's shoulder, mostly for the purpose of not seeing Chandler dancing with Sara.
"I had a great time with you tonight," Joey whispered in Monica's ear.
"Me too," Monica said. Joey looked her in they eye and without another word, kissed her on the lips. Though Monica was a bit startled at first, as it was her first kiss, she eventually sunk into it and began kissing back. She pulled away and looked Joey in the eye. She remembered all the diary entries she wrote saying how much she wanted Chandler to be her first kiss. But that was no longer possible.
"So, you ready for the party?" Joey asked.
"Yeah, lets go!" Monica tried sounding as enthusiastic as possible.
Monica and Joey got to their hotel room before the others had arrived. The block of rooms were all adjoining, and Monica's room was in between Chandler's and one of the football player's rooms.
"Let me just change into some jeans," Monica said. She went into the bathroom and came out in some low cut flares and a tight long-sleeved shirt.
"Wow, Mon, you can wear anything!" Joey exclaimed. They heard noise as the others arrived.
"We got the booze!!!" Chip Matthews said as he held up a twelve-pack. A bunch of other football players ran in with their dates in tow. As the mob subsided, Monica saw Chandler and Sara walk in. Her heart sunk once again.
The music was blasting and the supply of alcohol was waning as it neared 3am. Noticing that Monica had not had anything to drink yet, Joey approached her.
"Wanna beer?" He asked. Though she rarely drank, she obliged. Beer in hand, she walked into the next adjoining room only to see Chandler sitting alone on a couch.
"What's up, Chandler?" Monica asked as she sat down next to him.
"Over there," he said, pointing to the corner of her room. Monica looked in that direction only to see Chip making out with Sara.
"Why don't you just say something?" Monica asked innocently.
"Nah, she'll just be pissed. Anyways, she wasn't too cool, not as interesting as you," he said, looking into her eyes. Monica began thinking about how great it would have been if they went together as dates. Before she became trapped in thought, Joey entered the room, drinking a beer, and plopped down next to Monica.
"So there's my favorite lady," he said, as he began to kiss her. When he saw Monica kissing back, Chandler got up, not sure whether he was devastated, shocked, or disgusted.
"Well, I'm going to bed," Chandler said, though he was sure neither Monica nor Joey heard him. "If you need anything, I'll be in my room." Monica separated herself from Joey.
"Okay, 'night Chandler," Monica said.
The hours passed and couples began leaving towards their hotel rooms. Monica had consumed a few more beers, and was a bit tipsy. Plus the drowsiness was setting in.
"Wanna get to bed?" Joey asked, seeing how beat she was.
"Yea." They made their way to their room. Let me just get into my PJ's, Monica said as she stumbled into the bathroom. When she exited a few minutes later in her pajamas, she saw Joey sitting up in bed, wearing nothing but a wifebeater and boxers.
"Um. I'll sleep on the floor," she said.
"No, sleep here. There's plenty of room," Joey said, motioning to the empty half of their king-size bed.
"You sure?" she asked.
"Yeah." Without hesitation, Monica laid on the bed and pulled the covers over her. She began drifting into a slumber when Joey started talking to her.
"Mon, I have to say, this was one of the best nights ever."
"Yeah, it was pretty fun," Monica replied.
"You are just gorgeous," he said, as he turned her towards him and began kissing her. Monica didn't know what happened to her, but she put her drowsiness aside and began kissing him back. The kissing continued for a few minutes before Joey's arms started roaming up and down her body. As they got under her shirt, she grabbed his arms in an attempt to push them away. She didn't want to go past kissing, especially with Joey. Instead, he took this act of restraint as a cue to take her arms, and put them in his pants. Monica pulled away.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she said.
"Nothing. We're just here, making out."
"Well I don't want to anymore. I'm going to sleep." Monica turned her back towards him and tucked the blanket underneath her body. A few moments later Joey's arms started caressing her stomach.
"I'm sorry honey."
"Joey, stop!" She said, half-asleep. Joey, however, didn't stop. He kept feeling her up, and reached his hands underneath her shirt. As she felt him touching her breasts, she shot up so that she was sitting upright in bed.
"Joey, I said stop!"
"Oh c'mon baby, you know you love it," he said, as he got on top of her and began furiously making out with her. With her eyes wide open, she noticed that he was no longer wearing his boxers. Though she kept trying to restrain him, he continued kissing her, and was tugging at her pajama pants. He got them off and was going for her underwear as she finally found the power to him off of her.
"That's it! I said stop it and you couldn't frickin restrain yourself," she said, as tears welled up in her eyes. "Goodnight." She said, angrily, as she ran out the door, wearing only a tiny, old t-shirt and underwear.
Monica banged furiously on the door to Chandler's hotel room, praying that he's be awake. The tears kept falling and she was hysterical as she replayed the whole scene with Joey in hear head.
"Chandler, be awake. Please!" Monica cried. Eventually her prayers were answered as the door opened, and she saw Chandler rubbing his eyes. The tired look in his eyes changed to one of deep concern as he saw her standing in front of him wearing next to nothing, with puffy, tearstained eyes, and whimpering.
"He. he. he tried to make me have sex with him!" Monica sputtered out as she collapsed into Chandler's open arms.
Okay, before you all get mad, I'm sorry for making Joey out to be such a bad guy. Please forgive me, and review!