Chapter 4
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Joey: Rach, what...what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night, aren't you supposed to be at home...with Ross?
He didn't want to mention the fact she wasn't supposed to be allowed to see him, you could see in his eyes he was partially happy she was there.
Rachel: Um, yea we're kinda having some...problems and I just can't be in the apartment tonight, and I thought "who is the person I can trust the most", so I came here. I hope its ok...
Joey: Yea... no its fine Rach, come in
He saw her whole body give way with relief. It was only then that he saw she was shivering and dripping wet, her damp hair sticking to her shoulders and neck.
Joey: Rachel, you must be freezing, god let me get you something dry to put on.
Rachel: Oh, no, Joey it's fine, I'll just go sit by the radiator and dry off.
Joey: No, Rach, its fine seriously, you can't be sitting around catching a chill.
Rachel gave him a smile as he headed off into his room to get her something to wear. She didn't let it show, but she was secretly happy about how he was taking care of her. Ross never seemed to understand exactly what she needed, although he did try. Just then Joey came out of his bedroom carrying a pair of navy blue sweat pants, a plain white shirt, and a grey sweatshirt with "New York Knicks" written across it in bold navy letters.
Rachel: Thanks so much Joey, I'll just go into the bathroom and change if you don't mind.
Joey: Yea, sure, no problem Rach.
She went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Joey started to pace around his apartment.
Joey [thinking to himself in his head]: Oh my god! What are you doing? You're just setting yourself up to be hurt again! Ross would kill you if he knew that Rachel was here right now! You should have told her to go to Chandler & Monica's!
However, he knew he couldn't have done that. Although to herself in the bathroom Rachel thought she looked terrible, when she had arrived at the door and Joey set eyes on her, he thought she looked so beautiful. Her deep blue eyes looking pleadingly into his dark brown ones, her golden brown hair slightly sticking to her tanned shoulders, and... He was interrupted by Rachel's return, as she emerged from the bathroom.
Rachel: Hey Joey, I hope you don't mind, I hung my wet clothes on your shower rod.
Joey: No that's fine.
God she looked great. She also looked helpless and lost, standing there in his too-big sweatpants and sweatshirt, her bare toes curling.
Rachel [her eyes filling with tears]: Joey, I-
He bit his lip, he hated seeing anyone cry, but to see the one woman he ever loved cry; that was just too much.
Joey: Aww, Rach don't do that, you know how I hate to see people cry.
Rachel: I'm sorry Joey, just give me a second.
She took a deep breath in through her nose, and wiped her eyes.
Joey: Rach...do you wanna talk about this?
Rachel: Yea, ok just give me one more sec.
Joey had been trying to avoid any physical contact with her, afraid that it would make her even harder to let go of a second time. But once he saw her wrap her arms around herself, and saw her mouth quiver as she tried to regain her composure, he couldn't stop himself, it was like a reflex. He moved smoothly across the floor to her, and enveloped her in his arms. Then she couldn't control herself any more. She let go of a strangled sob as she wrapped her own arms around his waist tightly. God she had missed the sense of security when she hugged him. They stood there like that for a good minute, in their tight embrace and Rachel sobbing into his chest. Finally, Joey started to lead her over to the couch, and sat her down next to him, as he pulled a blanket over her still shivering body. He did all this trying not to release the embrace, as Rachel still had her arms around him. But after they were both sitting down he attempted to remove his arms from her body, but she stopped him.
Rachel: Don't let go Joey, let's just stay here for a while.
Joey moved over closer to her, and settled back as her head came to rest sideways upon his chest, and she pulled her legs up onto the couch next to her. He stroked her damp hair as he smoothed it back from around her face.
Joey [softly]: It's going to be okay Rach, don't worry; everything's going to be fine.
Although he really didn't know whether it was going to be okay, or what had happened to make Rachel come running to his apartment. He rested his chin on her head, deep in thought. He heard Rachel take a deep breath, and sigh as she nuzzled up closer to him. He prepared himself for a long and painful night.
Joey: Rach, what...what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night, aren't you supposed to be at home...with Ross?
He didn't want to mention the fact she wasn't supposed to be allowed to see him, you could see in his eyes he was partially happy she was there.
Rachel: Um, yea we're kinda having some...problems and I just can't be in the apartment tonight, and I thought "who is the person I can trust the most", so I came here. I hope its ok...
Joey: Yea... no its fine Rach, come in
He saw her whole body give way with relief. It was only then that he saw she was shivering and dripping wet, her damp hair sticking to her shoulders and neck.
Joey: Rachel, you must be freezing, god let me get you something dry to put on.
Rachel: Oh, no, Joey it's fine, I'll just go sit by the radiator and dry off.
Joey: No, Rach, its fine seriously, you can't be sitting around catching a chill.
Rachel gave him a smile as he headed off into his room to get her something to wear. She didn't let it show, but she was secretly happy about how he was taking care of her. Ross never seemed to understand exactly what she needed, although he did try. Just then Joey came out of his bedroom carrying a pair of navy blue sweat pants, a plain white shirt, and a grey sweatshirt with "New York Knicks" written across it in bold navy letters.
Rachel: Thanks so much Joey, I'll just go into the bathroom and change if you don't mind.
Joey: Yea, sure, no problem Rach.
She went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Joey started to pace around his apartment.
Joey [thinking to himself in his head]: Oh my god! What are you doing? You're just setting yourself up to be hurt again! Ross would kill you if he knew that Rachel was here right now! You should have told her to go to Chandler & Monica's!
However, he knew he couldn't have done that. Although to herself in the bathroom Rachel thought she looked terrible, when she had arrived at the door and Joey set eyes on her, he thought she looked so beautiful. Her deep blue eyes looking pleadingly into his dark brown ones, her golden brown hair slightly sticking to her tanned shoulders, and... He was interrupted by Rachel's return, as she emerged from the bathroom.
Rachel: Hey Joey, I hope you don't mind, I hung my wet clothes on your shower rod.
Joey: No that's fine.
God she looked great. She also looked helpless and lost, standing there in his too-big sweatpants and sweatshirt, her bare toes curling.
Rachel [her eyes filling with tears]: Joey, I-
He bit his lip, he hated seeing anyone cry, but to see the one woman he ever loved cry; that was just too much.
Joey: Aww, Rach don't do that, you know how I hate to see people cry.
Rachel: I'm sorry Joey, just give me a second.
She took a deep breath in through her nose, and wiped her eyes.
Joey: Rach...do you wanna talk about this?
Rachel: Yea, ok just give me one more sec.
Joey had been trying to avoid any physical contact with her, afraid that it would make her even harder to let go of a second time. But once he saw her wrap her arms around herself, and saw her mouth quiver as she tried to regain her composure, he couldn't stop himself, it was like a reflex. He moved smoothly across the floor to her, and enveloped her in his arms. Then she couldn't control herself any more. She let go of a strangled sob as she wrapped her own arms around his waist tightly. God she had missed the sense of security when she hugged him. They stood there like that for a good minute, in their tight embrace and Rachel sobbing into his chest. Finally, Joey started to lead her over to the couch, and sat her down next to him, as he pulled a blanket over her still shivering body. He did all this trying not to release the embrace, as Rachel still had her arms around him. But after they were both sitting down he attempted to remove his arms from her body, but she stopped him.
Rachel: Don't let go Joey, let's just stay here for a while.
Joey moved over closer to her, and settled back as her head came to rest sideways upon his chest, and she pulled her legs up onto the couch next to her. He stroked her damp hair as he smoothed it back from around her face.
Joey [softly]: It's going to be okay Rach, don't worry; everything's going to be fine.
Although he really didn't know whether it was going to be okay, or what had happened to make Rachel come running to his apartment. He rested his chin on her head, deep in thought. He heard Rachel take a deep breath, and sigh as she nuzzled up closer to him. He prepared himself for a long and painful night.