I was born to Love you
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
A/N I apologise for breaking my pinky promise to you all and not uploading this chapter when I said I would but I've had to retype it all up urghh. Anyway here it is now, especially for Sarah :o)
Phoebe continued to watch the handsome stranger as he stood less than 5 feet away from her, talking incoherently to himself. She wondered if she should make her presence known to him, but after some deliberation decided it best to remain anonymous to save embarrassment all round.
Minutes passed in silence, and still part of her wanted to approach him to offer some friendly impartial guidance. To show him a little bit of comfort, a comfort no one could give her, because she had nobody to turn to.
She fully understood what it felt like to be alone in the world, abandoned with only your own confuse mind to reassure you that everything would be okay. But the trouble was in her case nothing was okay, and it hadn't been in years.
She gave a small inaudible cough to clear her throat and stopped herself from saying the words that were building up in her head.
It had been so long since she had spoken aloud she was unsure her voice would even work. Best to stay quiet, even if I can lend a hand she thought.
The sudden nose of gravel beneath shoes jolted her from her day dreams and her focus once again fell on the lost looking stranger who was walking towards her. Her eyes fixated on his face, unable to move them away as awe washed over her.
The streetlight cast dancing shadows across his chiselled jaw line outlining his stunning good looks. He looked flawlessly clean cut, his skin as smooth as silk, with light stubble lining the lower portion of his face. His clothes were just as immaculate. His jeans were neatly ironed as was the crisp white shirt that was tucked into them. And she couldn't help but notice how expensive his leather jacket looked. It probably cost more money for this one item than she had ever had in her lifetime.
Of all the feelings she was experiencing at that moment the one that came to the forefront was envy. His girlfriends' mention of this man being famous put him in an entirely different league from him. Here he was, probably a millionaire and there she sat, squatted on wet street corner with not a penny to her name, her only possessions being a soggy cardboard box that barely kept her warm and dry and an old photograph of her and her mother, which was so tattered and torn through years of wear and tear made her Mom almost unrecognisable now, though the memories she held were still as clear as the day they happened.
"Oh Shit!" Before he could get the remainder of the expletive out he was hands down on the ground in front of him, his legs entangled on the underside of an unsuspecting Phoebe. His arms having automatically shot out to protect himself as from seriously damaging a part of his body which was integral to his career, a career which had taken off earlier that year and had soared highly ever since.
"What the hell!" He spun around immediately while still on the ground to see what exactly had caused him to take such an unexpected tumble.
His first thought was it must have been the cause of a pile of discarded trash bags, but on further inspection he realised it couldn't possibly have been-trash cans didn't move of their own accord, or have blonde hair!
"Oh my Gawd, are you ok?" I didn't see you sitting down there." Joey crawled the few inches towards her, still in shock, but forgetting the pain rising up his arms to rub the leg of Phoebes, which he had accidentally, but forcefully kicked.
"I'm fine," She tried her hardest to offer up a smile, but she was in agony- more pain than was normal for her. This just added to the daily dose of anguish she was subject to.
"Are you sure? I kicked you really hard!" This time she couldn't help but grin, he looked so cute and apologetic it was hard not to beam. No one was ever this sincere with her. He obviously hadn't realised yet that she was homeless, but she knew for a fact his attitude would change towards her when it finally dawned on him.
"I promise. Anyway, I've had worse kicks than that!" She tried to make it seem like a joke, just some self-deprecating humour, but she knew the truth was evident in her sad eyes.
She had been attacked on numerous occasions, mostly by bums like her, living on the streets, who wanted to steal the very little she owned. What was hers was hers, and as always she fought back. No down n out was taking her possessions to sell for a cheap bottle of spirit.
She had learned early on that to survive on the streets retaliation was the only option, and if that meant being violent then so be it. It was a cruel and scary world in which she was living. A world, which right now, only she could understand.
Joey smiled back, out of politeness. He could tell she was hurting inside, and the feeling of sadness he felt for her overwhelmed him, although he couldn't explain it. Maybe it was because he wasn't able to relate to having any emotional pain in his life. He had always had it good, what with the huge support system he had in the form of friends and family and the fact that money was never an object. His bank balance would have made the Rockefellers jealous and here was this lonely girl who didn't have any of that, at least that he could see. What must he life be like! He didn't want to even comprehend it.
Phoebe's awkward movements jolted him out of his thoughts and back to the here and now. How long had he been staring at her? Into those crystal blue eyes that sparkled like a thousand sapphires.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat loudly, hoping it would distract her from his evident embarrassment, but as hard as he tried he couldn't fine any words to follow the cough.
Oh my God, say something. Anything! This can't look good! Jeez she looks terrified! Stop being and idiot and talk to her. I haven't been lost for words talking to a female before, what's wrong with you!
He continued to make eye contact with her as he spoke crazily to
himself.
She's gonna think I'm some kind of weirdo pervert! Argh, Just speak!
"Ahem, so, erm, have you lived here long?" The minute the words left his mouth he wished had just kept it shut and remained silent. His face blushed a bright shade of red, leaving him praying to God for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
What must she be thinking?
If she didn't think he was an idiot before she certainly did now, surely?
Maybe he was wrong. The sound of laughter rang around his ears giving him the courage to lift his eyes from the sidewalk, which he was boring a hole into and look back at the face in which he was in awe of.
He was almost scared to look in case he had mistaken the sounds of laughter for tears, but he needn't have worried. Phoebe clutched at her sides, her head thrown back with her teeth on prominent show, trying to catch her breath as the guffawing died down.
Joey joined in, offering a nervous laugh as he tried to get his head around what was so funny. As far as he could see he had just offended her with his earlier comment, which he was still chastising himself over. How could she possibly find it amusing when he was sitting there writhing in guilt?
But it was his guilty, pitiful expression that she found so comical.
"It's ok, I know you didn't mean that to sound the way it came out" Phoebe rested her hand on his and quickly pulled away, feeling she had taken her sudden good feelings too far.
"I'm sorry if I sounded sarcastic. I was lost for words, and it seemed liked the best thing to say to break the ice." He hung his head in shame again and let his eyes rest on her leg.
"Jeez, your bleeding," He got on his knees, forgetting about his humiliation and began to fumble around in his jacket pockets until he came across a disused handkerchief that had been in there forever but until now had never been needed.
He dabbed it gently onto the wound trying to cause her as little discomfort as he could, but still he heard her wince slightly under her breath.
He held it tightly onto her leg until he was sure all the blood had saturated into the hankie and removed it, giving it one last rub to be on the safe side.
"Thank you" She gave him a small smile of gratitude.
"You don't have to thank me, I caused it to bleed after all," He returned her smile and like before he felt unable to stop looking at her.
Their eyes seemed to be locked on each other for what seemed like an eternity, neither wanting to be the first to look away.
"Wow, its getting late," Joey felt the awkward feeling from before return, especially since he realised his hand was still resting on her bare leg, which was barely covered with her flimsy summer dress.
"Yeah," Phoebe agreed with him, even although she had no idea what time it was.
He stood up from his spot on the ground and dusted himself down.
He didn't want to go. He wished he could stay and talk to her, maybe even get to know her better, but he was sure the interest would be one sided. Why would she want anything to do with him?
"Goodbye," He turned away, regretting having ever broken their gaze.
Phoebe watched him walking away from her and she felt like she could cry. Someone had shown an interest in her and she was letting him leave.
"Excuse me? Joey?" She wasn't even sure that was his name, but she had to at least try and get his attention.
Her voice made him stop instantly.
"yeah?" His voice quivered in anticipation. He was sure he had left something so wasn't prepared to let himself get excited in case his hopes were dashed.
"Would you like to stay and talk for a little while?" She knew she had been stupid for calling him back; he was bound to reject her. Why wouldn't he?
He didn't even have to think about his answer.
"Sure. I'd love to."
He walked back to where she was and sat himself back down.
"So, what's your name?"
This time he wasn't going to mess it up. This girl was something special, he could feel it. She would be his new friend.
But would she ever been more than just a friend?
Please review :o)
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
A/N I apologise for breaking my pinky promise to you all and not uploading this chapter when I said I would but I've had to retype it all up urghh. Anyway here it is now, especially for Sarah :o)
Phoebe continued to watch the handsome stranger as he stood less than 5 feet away from her, talking incoherently to himself. She wondered if she should make her presence known to him, but after some deliberation decided it best to remain anonymous to save embarrassment all round.
Minutes passed in silence, and still part of her wanted to approach him to offer some friendly impartial guidance. To show him a little bit of comfort, a comfort no one could give her, because she had nobody to turn to.
She fully understood what it felt like to be alone in the world, abandoned with only your own confuse mind to reassure you that everything would be okay. But the trouble was in her case nothing was okay, and it hadn't been in years.
She gave a small inaudible cough to clear her throat and stopped herself from saying the words that were building up in her head.
It had been so long since she had spoken aloud she was unsure her voice would even work. Best to stay quiet, even if I can lend a hand she thought.
The sudden nose of gravel beneath shoes jolted her from her day dreams and her focus once again fell on the lost looking stranger who was walking towards her. Her eyes fixated on his face, unable to move them away as awe washed over her.
The streetlight cast dancing shadows across his chiselled jaw line outlining his stunning good looks. He looked flawlessly clean cut, his skin as smooth as silk, with light stubble lining the lower portion of his face. His clothes were just as immaculate. His jeans were neatly ironed as was the crisp white shirt that was tucked into them. And she couldn't help but notice how expensive his leather jacket looked. It probably cost more money for this one item than she had ever had in her lifetime.
Of all the feelings she was experiencing at that moment the one that came to the forefront was envy. His girlfriends' mention of this man being famous put him in an entirely different league from him. Here he was, probably a millionaire and there she sat, squatted on wet street corner with not a penny to her name, her only possessions being a soggy cardboard box that barely kept her warm and dry and an old photograph of her and her mother, which was so tattered and torn through years of wear and tear made her Mom almost unrecognisable now, though the memories she held were still as clear as the day they happened.
"Oh Shit!" Before he could get the remainder of the expletive out he was hands down on the ground in front of him, his legs entangled on the underside of an unsuspecting Phoebe. His arms having automatically shot out to protect himself as from seriously damaging a part of his body which was integral to his career, a career which had taken off earlier that year and had soared highly ever since.
"What the hell!" He spun around immediately while still on the ground to see what exactly had caused him to take such an unexpected tumble.
His first thought was it must have been the cause of a pile of discarded trash bags, but on further inspection he realised it couldn't possibly have been-trash cans didn't move of their own accord, or have blonde hair!
"Oh my Gawd, are you ok?" I didn't see you sitting down there." Joey crawled the few inches towards her, still in shock, but forgetting the pain rising up his arms to rub the leg of Phoebes, which he had accidentally, but forcefully kicked.
"I'm fine," She tried her hardest to offer up a smile, but she was in agony- more pain than was normal for her. This just added to the daily dose of anguish she was subject to.
"Are you sure? I kicked you really hard!" This time she couldn't help but grin, he looked so cute and apologetic it was hard not to beam. No one was ever this sincere with her. He obviously hadn't realised yet that she was homeless, but she knew for a fact his attitude would change towards her when it finally dawned on him.
"I promise. Anyway, I've had worse kicks than that!" She tried to make it seem like a joke, just some self-deprecating humour, but she knew the truth was evident in her sad eyes.
She had been attacked on numerous occasions, mostly by bums like her, living on the streets, who wanted to steal the very little she owned. What was hers was hers, and as always she fought back. No down n out was taking her possessions to sell for a cheap bottle of spirit.
She had learned early on that to survive on the streets retaliation was the only option, and if that meant being violent then so be it. It was a cruel and scary world in which she was living. A world, which right now, only she could understand.
Joey smiled back, out of politeness. He could tell she was hurting inside, and the feeling of sadness he felt for her overwhelmed him, although he couldn't explain it. Maybe it was because he wasn't able to relate to having any emotional pain in his life. He had always had it good, what with the huge support system he had in the form of friends and family and the fact that money was never an object. His bank balance would have made the Rockefellers jealous and here was this lonely girl who didn't have any of that, at least that he could see. What must he life be like! He didn't want to even comprehend it.
Phoebe's awkward movements jolted him out of his thoughts and back to the here and now. How long had he been staring at her? Into those crystal blue eyes that sparkled like a thousand sapphires.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat loudly, hoping it would distract her from his evident embarrassment, but as hard as he tried he couldn't fine any words to follow the cough.
Oh my God, say something. Anything! This can't look good! Jeez she looks terrified! Stop being and idiot and talk to her. I haven't been lost for words talking to a female before, what's wrong with you!
He continued to make eye contact with her as he spoke crazily to
himself.
She's gonna think I'm some kind of weirdo pervert! Argh, Just speak!
"Ahem, so, erm, have you lived here long?" The minute the words left his mouth he wished had just kept it shut and remained silent. His face blushed a bright shade of red, leaving him praying to God for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
What must she be thinking?
If she didn't think he was an idiot before she certainly did now, surely?
Maybe he was wrong. The sound of laughter rang around his ears giving him the courage to lift his eyes from the sidewalk, which he was boring a hole into and look back at the face in which he was in awe of.
He was almost scared to look in case he had mistaken the sounds of laughter for tears, but he needn't have worried. Phoebe clutched at her sides, her head thrown back with her teeth on prominent show, trying to catch her breath as the guffawing died down.
Joey joined in, offering a nervous laugh as he tried to get his head around what was so funny. As far as he could see he had just offended her with his earlier comment, which he was still chastising himself over. How could she possibly find it amusing when he was sitting there writhing in guilt?
But it was his guilty, pitiful expression that she found so comical.
"It's ok, I know you didn't mean that to sound the way it came out" Phoebe rested her hand on his and quickly pulled away, feeling she had taken her sudden good feelings too far.
"I'm sorry if I sounded sarcastic. I was lost for words, and it seemed liked the best thing to say to break the ice." He hung his head in shame again and let his eyes rest on her leg.
"Jeez, your bleeding," He got on his knees, forgetting about his humiliation and began to fumble around in his jacket pockets until he came across a disused handkerchief that had been in there forever but until now had never been needed.
He dabbed it gently onto the wound trying to cause her as little discomfort as he could, but still he heard her wince slightly under her breath.
He held it tightly onto her leg until he was sure all the blood had saturated into the hankie and removed it, giving it one last rub to be on the safe side.
"Thank you" She gave him a small smile of gratitude.
"You don't have to thank me, I caused it to bleed after all," He returned her smile and like before he felt unable to stop looking at her.
Their eyes seemed to be locked on each other for what seemed like an eternity, neither wanting to be the first to look away.
"Wow, its getting late," Joey felt the awkward feeling from before return, especially since he realised his hand was still resting on her bare leg, which was barely covered with her flimsy summer dress.
"Yeah," Phoebe agreed with him, even although she had no idea what time it was.
He stood up from his spot on the ground and dusted himself down.
He didn't want to go. He wished he could stay and talk to her, maybe even get to know her better, but he was sure the interest would be one sided. Why would she want anything to do with him?
"Goodbye," He turned away, regretting having ever broken their gaze.
Phoebe watched him walking away from her and she felt like she could cry. Someone had shown an interest in her and she was letting him leave.
"Excuse me? Joey?" She wasn't even sure that was his name, but she had to at least try and get his attention.
Her voice made him stop instantly.
"yeah?" His voice quivered in anticipation. He was sure he had left something so wasn't prepared to let himself get excited in case his hopes were dashed.
"Would you like to stay and talk for a little while?" She knew she had been stupid for calling him back; he was bound to reject her. Why wouldn't he?
He didn't even have to think about his answer.
"Sure. I'd love to."
He walked back to where she was and sat himself back down.
"So, what's your name?"
This time he wasn't going to mess it up. This girl was something special, he could feel it. She would be his new friend.
But would she ever been more than just a friend?
Please review :o)