Meaningful: Joey
By DrUnK oN yOo FaN

*Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

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Joey. Her friend Joey. Her best friend. Phoebe strained her eyes at the dark haired man looking down at her. She wanted to scream. She wanted to scream at him for sleeping with her. She opened her mouth, but nothing would come out. She was stunned, speechless. So many thoughts were running through her head. She was so confused. It wasn't Joey. It couldn't be Joey. Joey would never take advantage of her, ever, especially if she was drunk. But it was Joey. And she remembered how rough he was with her. That wasn't Joey at all. The other night when she had sex with him, he made sure to be so careful. Not to harm her in any way. But this time it was as if she was getting raped. She did get raped. By her best friend. Joey.

"Pheebs, you all right?" Joey was looking into her eyes, but couldn't seem to figure out what she was thinking.

Phoebe snapped back to reality. The reality that she was lying in bed with Joey. She needed to get out. All she could think was that it was ruined. Their friendship would be over.

"No." Phoebe said looking right into Joey's eyes. She couldn't look at him anymore. She pushed him off of her and she got out of the bed. She found her clothes scattered on the floor and got dressed as fast as she could. She quickly reached for the handle on Joey's bedroom door.

"Wait! Pheebs, What are you doing?" Joey didn't understand what was wrong.

Phoebe paused. She didn't turn around, because she didn't want Joey to see the tears that started to roll down her cheeks.

"I'm leaving." Phoebe waited for Joey to respond.

"But, why?" Phoebe laughed to herself when he said this. She truly couldn't believe how stupid he was acting.

She didn't care if he could see that she was hurt anymore. She turned to face Joey, and wiped the tears on her face.

"Why?? I'll tell you why. Joey, last night I was drunk. I was so wasted that I couldn't see the person in front of me. I can only remember somebody that I didn't recognize taking me to a room, and we had sex. And I know that I didn't protest, only because I have been so depressed lately, that I wanted to have fun. But it was you Joey. My best friend took advantage of me when I was drunk. If I had known it was you I would have never thought about sleeping with you. And you were so rough too Joey. I felt like I was being raped. That's not you at all, Joey. You had sex with me, knowing that it was me, and your were so forceful too. You're different. And I don't think." Phoebe started to cry as she had to tell Joey these words. "I don't think that I can really look at you anymore, without thinking..." Phoebe tried to calm down so that she could talk. "thinking that you were my best friend, the one who practically raped me." Phoebe took one last look at Joey and ran out of the room.

"Oh...Shit!!" Joey took in her words and couldn't believe what he did to her.

"Phoebe! Wait!" Joey looked around for his shorts to throw on, and then started running. He got out of his apartment but Phoebe was gone. She could be going anywhere.

Joey walked slowly back into his apartment, and shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door and looked up to the ceiling.

"God. If she only knew how much I fucking love her." Joey couldn't believe that it could be over between him and Phoebe. That he lost his best friend. The only woman he was ever in love with. He slid down the door and slumped down on the floor. He put his head in his hands, and for the first time he cried. Really cried.

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"Uhhhhh...I'm gunna break this fucking thing!!" Phoebe mumbled to herself as her phone rang for the 100th time that day. Phoebe looked down at her answering machine and saw the number 34 blink over and over in the big bright red numbers. 34 messages. All left by Joey Tribbiani. She didn't bother to play any of them. She was there to hear them, but she always refused to pick up the phone. She could hear the voice of her best friend, pleading with her to answer the phone. He said that he had something to tell her. Something important. Phoebe never stayed to hear the rest. She always ran to her bedroom sobbing. She missed him so much.

It had been 6 days since she last saw him. Since she left him there in the bedroom. Once in a while though she could hear him knocking at her door. And other times she could hear him crying outside her door. She wanted to open the door, and let her best friend back in to her life, so badly. But she was just so mad. She didn't think it could ever be the same. Phoebe always had to blast her music and run into her bedroom.

She was seeing her friends a little less often. She told them it was because her cousin was in town, and they were spending a lot of time together. And when she did see her friends, it was only usually Rachel or Monica. She missed the way it used to be.

She was going to go out to dinner with Rachel and Monica tonight, and she was still soaking wet from the bath she just took. Phoebe decided she would just relax for the rest of the day until it was time to go out. As she was walking to her room, she stopped to light some scented candles and put her favorite CD on. She ignored the blinking number on her answering machine and went into her room to change into something comfortable.

As Phoebe was going through the closet, she tried reaching for her blue sweatpants. She managed to grab them, and take a whole box of crap with it. The box fell on to the floor and some of it's contents spilled and scattered on to the floor as well. She picked up a couple of photographs. She noticed it was of the whole gang in Central Perk. She just happened to be next to Joey. The thought of her best friend made her sob, uncontrollably, and she dropped the pictures and fell onto her bed, face down in the covers.

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"Phoebe!!!! Phoebe!!!! Please!!" Phoebe opened her eyes and looked around. She woke up to someone screaming her name, and banging on her door. She realized she must have fallen asleep. Something was wrong though. As she became alert, she could hear that it was Joey at the door, but she could hear in his voice that he was scared. She wondered what he was so worried about but that question was answered almost immediately. Phoebe was hit with a smell of smoke coming from her living room. She ran to her door and slowly opened it.

"Ohh my God! Shit!!!" Phoebe cursed at herself. As Phoebe saw the burning flames in front of her, she knew she was trapped. Huge flames filled the room, and she couldn't even see the door. She knew she couldn't panic. Phoebe tried to think but she was too scared to. Joey. Joey was at the door, she remembered. Phoebe was so overcome with fear, that his voice had seemed to fade away.

"Joey!! You gotta help me!! Get help!!" Phoebe shouted as loud as she could. She prayed to get out of there safe.

"Oh my God! Phoebe, You're there. Don't worry. Help is coming. Pheebs, you gotta make it through this. Phoebe..please.." Phoebe could here his voice soften and break down into soft sobs. She went back over to the side of her bed and picked up the pile of pictures. She remembered before she had thrown them down on to the floor, but now she slowly looked down at them with tears rolling down her cheeks. There were several more pictures. One of Monica and Chandler, Rachel and Ross, and some more of the whole gang together. But the last picture that she looked at was one of her and Joey. They had their arms around each other and they were cheek to cheek. And when she saw how happy they had been, she realized how much she missed him. She would do anything just to be safely in his arms right now. As the fire was blazing in the room next to her, the only thought running in Phoebe's head, was Joey. Joey.

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