Chapter 8
An hour later...
Rachel [calling from her bedroom, the door is now open]: Joey, can you help me do up the chain on my necklace?
Joey [calling back from his bedroom]: Sure, come out into the living room and I'll help you
They both emerge from their bedrooms, Joey's jaw drops as he sees Rachel. She is dressed in a black spaghetti strap dress which came down to a little below her knee. Her shoes are high heeled, also black, with straps that are wrapped around her ankle. She has blow-dried her hair so that her golden highlights seem to be more picked out than ever, her hair shining under the lights of the family room.
Joey: Wow! You look...amazing!
Rachel [grinning]: You don't clean up too bad yourself. Here's the necklace.
She turned around, a whiff of her perfume hitting Joey smack in the face and heart. He had to stop for a second and regain his composure. He put his arms over her head and set the gold heart pendant on her chest, doing up the clasp in the back.
Rachel: Thanks Joey, let me just get my jacket.
Joey: Oh don't worry, I'll get it for you.
She watched as he went into her room to pick up her jacket off of her bed, noticing how good he looked in that grey cashmere sweater and those black pants, they were really setting off his good looks.
Joey: Here you go
He said this while slipping the coat onto Rachel's left arm, and then her right.
Rachel: Thanks Joey, I'll head down and hail us a cab, meet you there in a few?
Joey: Yea, I'll just lock up the apartment.
She turned and began walking out into the hallway; Joey was pleased to see that there was a newly added jump in her step. God what was he doing, remember, she's a friend in need, just keep saying that to yourself.
As he walked out into the crisp October air, he caught sight of Rachel waving as she stood by the bright yellow New York taxi cab.
Rachel: Over here!
She called, watching as Joey turned and walked towards her.
She and Joey climbed into the cab, Joey let her get in first, he was always such a gentleman. He pulled the door shut, and said to the driver
Joey: Serendipity, on 21st street.
Chapter 9
At the Restaurant...
Joey: ...and I will have the Lobster with a side of potatoes. Thank you.
Rachel smiled at him as the waiter took their menus away.
Waiter: Your food should be here in about 15 minutes.
Rachel: Thanks for taking me out tonight Joey, it really means a lot to me. Are you sure you don't want me to help you pay for this? I mean you're also paying for my expenses when I'm staying with you, you won't even let me pay half the rent like I used to....
Joey: Rach, its all on me, don't give it another thought.
Why was he being so nice to her, he was doing all these enormous favors for her, jeopardizing his relationship with Ross to an even further extent, and she hadn't ever done anything for him in return.
Rachel: Joey, are you sure there's nothing I can do in return for you letting me stay with you and paying for all this stuff.
Joey thought to himself. Yes, there was one thing that she could do for him, never leave him, be his girlfriend, return his unrequited love for her.
Joey: Positive, I really don't mind having you stay with me. It's nice to have a friend living with me again.
She noticed he used the word "friend" and nothing more. She could here the lyrics of a song that was being played softly on the radio.
"There's somethin' 'bout the way
You look tonight
There's somethin' 'bout the way that
I can't take my eyes off you
There's somethin' 'bout the way your lips invite
Maybe it's the way that I get nervous when you're around
And I want you to be mine
And if you need a reason why
It's in the way that you move me
And the way that you tease me
That way that I want you tonight
It's the way that you hold me
And the way that you know me
And when I can't find the right words to say
You feel it in the way
Oh, feel it in the way..."
Joey saw her looking off into the distance.
Joey: [softly & tentatively]: Rachel... do you...want to dance?
She immediately snapped out of her daydream.
Rachel: Okay...sure.
Joey stood up first, and held out his hand to her. She placed her hand in his, and rose from the table, keeping one of her hands in his hand, and the other laying lightly on his shoulder, as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Somethin' 'bout how you stay on my mind
There's somethin' 'bout the way that
I whisper your name when I'm asleep, oh, girl
Maybe it's the look you get in your eyes
Oh, baby, it's the way that it makes me feel to see you smile
And the reasons they may change
But what I'm feelin' stays the same..."
Rachel moved closer into his body by instinct, and gave a little sigh as she placed her head on his shoulder, feeling his arm tighten around her waist. She wished she could stay there forever, it was so simple, just him and her, swaying back and forth to the gentle rhythm of the music. Why couldn't her life be this simple. Just then she heard a huge crash. The door of the restaurant had swung open, and in the doorway stood a solitary, infuriated figure. Ross.
An hour later...
Rachel [calling from her bedroom, the door is now open]: Joey, can you help me do up the chain on my necklace?
Joey [calling back from his bedroom]: Sure, come out into the living room and I'll help you
They both emerge from their bedrooms, Joey's jaw drops as he sees Rachel. She is dressed in a black spaghetti strap dress which came down to a little below her knee. Her shoes are high heeled, also black, with straps that are wrapped around her ankle. She has blow-dried her hair so that her golden highlights seem to be more picked out than ever, her hair shining under the lights of the family room.
Joey: Wow! You look...amazing!
Rachel [grinning]: You don't clean up too bad yourself. Here's the necklace.
She turned around, a whiff of her perfume hitting Joey smack in the face and heart. He had to stop for a second and regain his composure. He put his arms over her head and set the gold heart pendant on her chest, doing up the clasp in the back.
Rachel: Thanks Joey, let me just get my jacket.
Joey: Oh don't worry, I'll get it for you.
She watched as he went into her room to pick up her jacket off of her bed, noticing how good he looked in that grey cashmere sweater and those black pants, they were really setting off his good looks.
Joey: Here you go
He said this while slipping the coat onto Rachel's left arm, and then her right.
Rachel: Thanks Joey, I'll head down and hail us a cab, meet you there in a few?
Joey: Yea, I'll just lock up the apartment.
She turned and began walking out into the hallway; Joey was pleased to see that there was a newly added jump in her step. God what was he doing, remember, she's a friend in need, just keep saying that to yourself.
As he walked out into the crisp October air, he caught sight of Rachel waving as she stood by the bright yellow New York taxi cab.
Rachel: Over here!
She called, watching as Joey turned and walked towards her.
She and Joey climbed into the cab, Joey let her get in first, he was always such a gentleman. He pulled the door shut, and said to the driver
Joey: Serendipity, on 21st street.
Chapter 9
At the Restaurant...
Joey: ...and I will have the Lobster with a side of potatoes. Thank you.
Rachel smiled at him as the waiter took their menus away.
Waiter: Your food should be here in about 15 minutes.
Rachel: Thanks for taking me out tonight Joey, it really means a lot to me. Are you sure you don't want me to help you pay for this? I mean you're also paying for my expenses when I'm staying with you, you won't even let me pay half the rent like I used to....
Joey: Rach, its all on me, don't give it another thought.
Why was he being so nice to her, he was doing all these enormous favors for her, jeopardizing his relationship with Ross to an even further extent, and she hadn't ever done anything for him in return.
Rachel: Joey, are you sure there's nothing I can do in return for you letting me stay with you and paying for all this stuff.
Joey thought to himself. Yes, there was one thing that she could do for him, never leave him, be his girlfriend, return his unrequited love for her.
Joey: Positive, I really don't mind having you stay with me. It's nice to have a friend living with me again.
She noticed he used the word "friend" and nothing more. She could here the lyrics of a song that was being played softly on the radio.
"There's somethin' 'bout the way
You look tonight
There's somethin' 'bout the way that
I can't take my eyes off you
There's somethin' 'bout the way your lips invite
Maybe it's the way that I get nervous when you're around
And I want you to be mine
And if you need a reason why
It's in the way that you move me
And the way that you tease me
That way that I want you tonight
It's the way that you hold me
And the way that you know me
And when I can't find the right words to say
You feel it in the way
Oh, feel it in the way..."
Joey saw her looking off into the distance.
Joey: [softly & tentatively]: Rachel... do you...want to dance?
She immediately snapped out of her daydream.
Rachel: Okay...sure.
Joey stood up first, and held out his hand to her. She placed her hand in his, and rose from the table, keeping one of her hands in his hand, and the other laying lightly on his shoulder, as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Somethin' 'bout how you stay on my mind
There's somethin' 'bout the way that
I whisper your name when I'm asleep, oh, girl
Maybe it's the look you get in your eyes
Oh, baby, it's the way that it makes me feel to see you smile
And the reasons they may change
But what I'm feelin' stays the same..."
Rachel moved closer into his body by instinct, and gave a little sigh as she placed her head on his shoulder, feeling his arm tighten around her waist. She wished she could stay there forever, it was so simple, just him and her, swaying back and forth to the gentle rhythm of the music. Why couldn't her life be this simple. Just then she heard a huge crash. The door of the restaurant had swung open, and in the doorway stood a solitary, infuriated figure. Ross.