Disclaimer: Still wishing I owned them… Okay, I'm gonna ask this one last time! Does anyone know if Joey's for sale? Or maybe his home phone number?

Okay, some things I should explain first. I thought this was moving way too slow, so I skipped ahead to the day of the big dance everyone has been waiting for. Well, I said things, as in plural, but that's really all I can think of right now… Oh, I'm also kinda using this chapter to introduce some new characters, and dig deeper into something I kinda brushed upon in the first chapter. For those of you who don't remember, JOEY HAS A ROCK BAND!!! You'll get to know a little bit about his band members, and what type of band they formed.

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'Today's the day!' Rachel squealed in her head. At long last, the day of the dance had finally arrived. Rachel was impatient, just sitting there in study hall, waiting for the bell to ring. Unlike Monica, she had put off all thoughts of the day's homework to stare at the clock. Each second ticked by painfully slow. All she could think about was her first slow dance with Joey.

Monica's brother, Ross, and his friend, Chandler Bing, had both signed up as chaperones for the big event. Ross has an unbelievably inappropriate crush on Rachel, but little did he know, she was fully aware of it. She kind of caught on to it a few years before when she came to Monica's birthday party. Ross had continually checked on her to make sure she was comfortable, or to ask if she wanted more to drink.

Rachel had to admit, she never really looked at him that way before. She just always considered him as Monica's geeky older brother. With all the time she had spent daydreaming about Joey, she hadn't had much time at all to start fantasizing about Ross. Not that there was much to fantasize about. Unless of course, you think the chess club is sexy. Now Joey… Well, Joey has a rock band! Not to mention, he and his fellow band mates were the three hottest guys in school. Not even that loser, Chip Matthews, could compare.

She remembers sitting in on one of their practices. They each had their own way of doing things. Joel, the ultra rad, punked out drummer, was all about having fun. Of course, while he pounded out the beat on his five piece Pulse drum set, he gave each motion its own style. He started off each and every song with a spin of his sticks, followed by his best introduction.

As Joel brought style to their music, Joey brought personality. Since each song was different, he didn't just sing it like it was written. As some average garage bands seem to just drone on, and on, instead of bringing every song to life. He started to catch on to a little thing known as punk music, and like the idea of putting forth an image that portrays them as rebels. Which fit them all better than that shoe you're wearing fits your foot. When they perform for their friends, you never know what's going to happen next.

And last but definitely not least, you've got Aaron. The perfect definition of a menace to society. Sure, he has a sense of right versus wrong, but do you think he follows that? On any given day, you could find the three of them, headed up by Aaron, cohorting in together in Joel's basement. Plotting their next big scheme to get Chip and his followers. This rivalry had been going strong for quite some time now. Chip had made a comment about Joey's family, calling them, to put it nicely, poor and insignificant. That was like throwing a match into a pit stained with vodka. That spark set Joey off more than anything had ever done before. They weren't poor, just middle class, like most people. Joey's dad gets paid a fair amount working at his pipe fitting business. Which he had hoped Joey would take on some day. But Joey had bigger plans in life.

He didn't want to just be some average Joe walking down the street. He was dreaming about going all the way to the big screen, baby! Hoping to get his chance to walk down the famed red carpet. And if he got his way, well, he would be doing all that with Rachel right there by his side.

Rachel continued to daydream as she repeatedly wrote Joey's name on the inside cover of her notebook. Dreaming of one day becoming Mrs. Joseph Tribbiani. Without a second to spare, the bell rang, announcing the end of study hall, and the fact that they could finally regain their freedom. Rachel walked down the hall and opened her locker. As she randomly threw her belongings inside, she tried to imagine the look on Joey's face when he would come to pick her up. "I have a feeling something wonderful is going to happen tonight," she whispered silently to herself.

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"Would you relax? I mean, what is up with you, man? Ever since you found out this Rachel chick already had a date to this dance, you've been acting all anxious! You're freaking me out, when you act this way."

"Well, Chandler, how would you feel if the love of your life just goes and asks some loser out, when she should have asked you? And if that isn't bad enough, I'm gonna be there to see her dancing with some other guy! Acting all happy, and… and… flirty!" Ross spat, anger flowing swiftly with every word.

"Hey, you're the one who was frantic about us signing up to chaperone this thing tonight!" Chandler searched his mind fervently, looking for some way to convince this walking, talking, time bomb to cool off, before he blows his top. Although he put on this front that he wasn't intrigued at the idea of spending hours upon hours with high school kids, he secretly couldn't wait for this thing to finally begin. He had this thing for Ross's little sister, and he just can't shake the feeling.

He had to see her tonight, and Ross was coming with him, or else he'd have to hear about how he'd missed his chance with Rachel for the next week and a half. Then it hit him. "I've got it!" he shouted, almost knocking Ross out of his chair from the sudden outburst. "What? What? Did you think of a way I can get Rachel?"

"Yeah! But I have got to warn you first: If we get busted, we're in for it big time!"

"Come on, just tell me already!" Ross was getting impatient. By this point, he was willing to do anything if it meant finally holding Rachel in his arms.

"If we're gonna pull this off, we'll have to pull out all the stops. I'm going to need some alcohol. What do you say, Clifford?"

"Whatever you want, Roland Chang! I'll do anything, and you know that." Ross knew that when Chandler needed to factor in those identities to one of his pranks, it has got to be something big. And when it came to Rachel, Ross was totally blind to the possible consequences of his decisions.

"Grab your coat, I'll explain everything in the car," Chandler said, tossing Ross's coat across the dorm room and grabbing his car keys. 'And if everything goes as I hope, Monica will be mine before the clock strikes midnight, and Cinderella has to go home!' A malicious grin spread across his face at that moment, as he closed the door.

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A/N: If you think hard, you can probably guess what Ross and Chandler are up to. I don't really want to make Ross out to be the geeky guy, or Chandler as the evil one. Right now, that's the way it seems, but later, when a certain "interest" enters Ross's life, how will he react? Hint hint, it's not Rachel, Monica's got a crush on Chandler (and she's Ross's brother, so it can't be her anyway) So who could it possibly be? Hmmmm, that's a head scratcher… Email me with your guess, if you aren't sure who it is, but I think I threw you enough clues. Let me know what ya think! Please, pretty please, review! If I ever get that number and make my first payment on Joey, I might let you borrow him!