Chapter 13
Someone like you
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends
A/N: See I promised more regular updates ;o)
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Chandler felt a depression that he hadn't had since childhood wash over him, and take over his senses. He wanted to lie in his bed forever and never have to face the cruel, harsh reality of the world and life again.
It was life was one big mess, and it always had been. Nothing was ever simple; it was an ongoing nightmare that he just couldn't seem to wake up from.
He couldn't understand why a jerk like Jason could get all the girls he could ever dream of, and he, Chandler, a sweet, caring loving guy, who wanted only the one girl couldn't even get that.
Was he doing something wrong? Should he act like more of an asshole to get what he wanted? Would that work? Because if it did work he was more than prepared to give it a try.
"Chandler?" An unfamiliar voice broke Chandler away from his thoughts as he sat upright in bed to await the appearance of whoever was at the door.
"Come in," He shouted reluctantly to his surprise visitor.
And surprise it definitely was.
"Joey?" Chandler looked at the handsome, muscular male before him, and felt a little pang of jealousy engorge him. Joey to him was another Jason, a guy with the same amount of morals as a fruit fly, who saw women as objects rather than humans.
"Can I help you?" Chandlers tone threw Joey slightly. His first impression of him was that he was the joker of the pack, a funny guy who very rarely had a bad word to say to anyone. But from his earlier debacle he knew Chandler had another side, one that made him feel a little awkward.
"I'm really sorry to interrupt you. I hope you don't mind me coming up to see you, I mean we don't really know each other, and its not like we've spoken, but Jason told us all the whole story, and I just felt like I needed to see you." Joey stuttered out his words, embarrassed at having thought he could have helped, wishing he maybe hadn't bothered now.
Chandler paused for a moment after Joey had finished, wondering just exactly what had brought this guy up to his room. Did he think he was some kind of advice councillor? Was he up to congratulate him on being "one of the guys" now after his wild night of supposed passion, that didn't even happen in the first place?
Joey, noticing the look of Chandlers face thought he had better elaborate, even though all he wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow him.
""No one knows im up here. I told Mon I was going to the toilet." He moved apprehensively closer to Chandler's bed, constantly aware of the still violent look in Chandler's eyes.
"Listen man, I know you probably don't like me, but im a good guy honest. Im not like Jason if that's what you think. Hell I don't even like the guy; I think he's a bit of an asshole to be honest. I just put up with him for Monica's sake, but I'd love to punch his lights out!" Joey looked so sincere and jittery it made Chandler laugh and ease off a bit. Maybe his first impression of this guy had been wrong after all.
"Hey its ok. I really appreciate you coming up here when you didn't have to. So Jason let his big mouth runaway with him again huh?"
"Yeah, but no ones paying him any attention, honest. You have some great friends down there, they're all being really supportive and ignoring that idiot."
"So my names not mud then?" Chandler looked so relieved it was almost as though he would cry.
"God no. Those guys love you! I wish I had friends like that. You're a lucky guy, im jealous." Joey hung his head in embarrassment.
"You're jealous of me?" Chandler looked happy-shocked.
"A little. I mean, you have so much going for you. Great buddies who love you, your clever enough to get into a good college, you have good career prospects ahead of you because of it. You have more than I could wish for."
Chandler didn't realise it until someone else pointed it out, but he did have it food after all. Life maybe wasn't so bad after all. But all he needed now was one person to fill the gaping void in his heart. But he was sure he could cope now until she was back in his life, if that would even happen.
"Thanks buddy, you don't know how much that means to me," Chandler patted Joeys shoulder in sincerity.
Your welcome," Joey flashed him a smile that could light a room, now feeling more comfortable to be where he was, his body relaxed.
"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, if its too weird, but this "girl" you "met" last night.you know what, never mind," Joey stood up and went to walk away.
"Wait! What were you going to ask?" Chandler called him back in an urgent tone, hoping he would finish the sentence he had started.
Joey stopped and thought for a minute.
"Was she small, with dark hair? Kinda Italian looking?" He looked away, turning red.
"No, she was the opposite in fact. Her name was Phoebe if that helps?" Chandler was extremely confused at Joey's line of questioning.
"Oh, ok then," he turned to walk away, but again was stopped by Chandler's persistency.
"Can I ask why you wanted to know?"
Joey turned back again and sat himself back down on the bed.
"If I tell you, can you promise not to say anything to anyone else, I don't want anyone else knowing by business. I really need to speak to someone this is eating me alive, and I know I can trust you."
"Of course. I wont say a word. Are you ok Joey?" Chandler looked on at his new friend in concern. He had never seen him look so drawn and sad before. He was normally so macho looking whenever he saw him around campus with Monica.
"Thanks. I don't know where to start really, its all so complicated. I should probably tell you a bit about me first." Chandler nodded and got himself comfy. He could tell this was going to take a while.
" I live over in Queens, with my family, which by normal standards is pretty big. There is my Mom, Dad, Grandma, and my seven sisters as well as me. Well six sisters now. You see about a year ago, my sister, Tina started dating this guy, Tony I think his name was. Well, they were going out for a few weeks, when one day we get home, and there's this note left on the kitchen table from her. She says she leaving to live with Tony, but she can't see us anymore, as it would upset him or something. My Mom was going out of her mind with worry, and still is. But no matter how hard we looked for her she was nowhere to be seen, so we though he had moved her out of New York and onto another state. Then a few months ago, a guy I know starts harassing me for having a hooker as a sister. He saw my sister standing in some street corner down by Times Square, looking for guys." Joey felt a lump appear in his throat. He loved his youngest sister so much, and to think of her selling her body killed him.
"We went down to where he had saw her, but it looks like she has moved on. This bastard wasn't her boyfriend after all, he was her pimp." A little tear fell from his eyes, but he brushed it away quickly before Chandler could see.
"I miss her so much man. She's my baby sister for Christ sake; she shouldn't be out living on the streets doing this! She should be back with her family where she belongs."
Chandler leaned his arm over and gave Joey a much-welcomed hug.
"I'll help you find her," Chandler felt Joey look up at him.
"You mean that?" Joey looked so overwhelmed at Chandler's generosity.
"In two conditions."
"What are they?" Joey looked confused.
"One, you start to hang around with me and Ross more often, and two, you help me find Phoebe."
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Someone like you
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends
A/N: See I promised more regular updates ;o)
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Chandler felt a depression that he hadn't had since childhood wash over him, and take over his senses. He wanted to lie in his bed forever and never have to face the cruel, harsh reality of the world and life again.
It was life was one big mess, and it always had been. Nothing was ever simple; it was an ongoing nightmare that he just couldn't seem to wake up from.
He couldn't understand why a jerk like Jason could get all the girls he could ever dream of, and he, Chandler, a sweet, caring loving guy, who wanted only the one girl couldn't even get that.
Was he doing something wrong? Should he act like more of an asshole to get what he wanted? Would that work? Because if it did work he was more than prepared to give it a try.
"Chandler?" An unfamiliar voice broke Chandler away from his thoughts as he sat upright in bed to await the appearance of whoever was at the door.
"Come in," He shouted reluctantly to his surprise visitor.
And surprise it definitely was.
"Joey?" Chandler looked at the handsome, muscular male before him, and felt a little pang of jealousy engorge him. Joey to him was another Jason, a guy with the same amount of morals as a fruit fly, who saw women as objects rather than humans.
"Can I help you?" Chandlers tone threw Joey slightly. His first impression of him was that he was the joker of the pack, a funny guy who very rarely had a bad word to say to anyone. But from his earlier debacle he knew Chandler had another side, one that made him feel a little awkward.
"I'm really sorry to interrupt you. I hope you don't mind me coming up to see you, I mean we don't really know each other, and its not like we've spoken, but Jason told us all the whole story, and I just felt like I needed to see you." Joey stuttered out his words, embarrassed at having thought he could have helped, wishing he maybe hadn't bothered now.
Chandler paused for a moment after Joey had finished, wondering just exactly what had brought this guy up to his room. Did he think he was some kind of advice councillor? Was he up to congratulate him on being "one of the guys" now after his wild night of supposed passion, that didn't even happen in the first place?
Joey, noticing the look of Chandlers face thought he had better elaborate, even though all he wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow him.
""No one knows im up here. I told Mon I was going to the toilet." He moved apprehensively closer to Chandler's bed, constantly aware of the still violent look in Chandler's eyes.
"Listen man, I know you probably don't like me, but im a good guy honest. Im not like Jason if that's what you think. Hell I don't even like the guy; I think he's a bit of an asshole to be honest. I just put up with him for Monica's sake, but I'd love to punch his lights out!" Joey looked so sincere and jittery it made Chandler laugh and ease off a bit. Maybe his first impression of this guy had been wrong after all.
"Hey its ok. I really appreciate you coming up here when you didn't have to. So Jason let his big mouth runaway with him again huh?"
"Yeah, but no ones paying him any attention, honest. You have some great friends down there, they're all being really supportive and ignoring that idiot."
"So my names not mud then?" Chandler looked so relieved it was almost as though he would cry.
"God no. Those guys love you! I wish I had friends like that. You're a lucky guy, im jealous." Joey hung his head in embarrassment.
"You're jealous of me?" Chandler looked happy-shocked.
"A little. I mean, you have so much going for you. Great buddies who love you, your clever enough to get into a good college, you have good career prospects ahead of you because of it. You have more than I could wish for."
Chandler didn't realise it until someone else pointed it out, but he did have it food after all. Life maybe wasn't so bad after all. But all he needed now was one person to fill the gaping void in his heart. But he was sure he could cope now until she was back in his life, if that would even happen.
"Thanks buddy, you don't know how much that means to me," Chandler patted Joeys shoulder in sincerity.
Your welcome," Joey flashed him a smile that could light a room, now feeling more comfortable to be where he was, his body relaxed.
"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, if its too weird, but this "girl" you "met" last night.you know what, never mind," Joey stood up and went to walk away.
"Wait! What were you going to ask?" Chandler called him back in an urgent tone, hoping he would finish the sentence he had started.
Joey stopped and thought for a minute.
"Was she small, with dark hair? Kinda Italian looking?" He looked away, turning red.
"No, she was the opposite in fact. Her name was Phoebe if that helps?" Chandler was extremely confused at Joey's line of questioning.
"Oh, ok then," he turned to walk away, but again was stopped by Chandler's persistency.
"Can I ask why you wanted to know?"
Joey turned back again and sat himself back down on the bed.
"If I tell you, can you promise not to say anything to anyone else, I don't want anyone else knowing by business. I really need to speak to someone this is eating me alive, and I know I can trust you."
"Of course. I wont say a word. Are you ok Joey?" Chandler looked on at his new friend in concern. He had never seen him look so drawn and sad before. He was normally so macho looking whenever he saw him around campus with Monica.
"Thanks. I don't know where to start really, its all so complicated. I should probably tell you a bit about me first." Chandler nodded and got himself comfy. He could tell this was going to take a while.
" I live over in Queens, with my family, which by normal standards is pretty big. There is my Mom, Dad, Grandma, and my seven sisters as well as me. Well six sisters now. You see about a year ago, my sister, Tina started dating this guy, Tony I think his name was. Well, they were going out for a few weeks, when one day we get home, and there's this note left on the kitchen table from her. She says she leaving to live with Tony, but she can't see us anymore, as it would upset him or something. My Mom was going out of her mind with worry, and still is. But no matter how hard we looked for her she was nowhere to be seen, so we though he had moved her out of New York and onto another state. Then a few months ago, a guy I know starts harassing me for having a hooker as a sister. He saw my sister standing in some street corner down by Times Square, looking for guys." Joey felt a lump appear in his throat. He loved his youngest sister so much, and to think of her selling her body killed him.
"We went down to where he had saw her, but it looks like she has moved on. This bastard wasn't her boyfriend after all, he was her pimp." A little tear fell from his eyes, but he brushed it away quickly before Chandler could see.
"I miss her so much man. She's my baby sister for Christ sake; she shouldn't be out living on the streets doing this! She should be back with her family where she belongs."
Chandler leaned his arm over and gave Joey a much-welcomed hug.
"I'll help you find her," Chandler felt Joey look up at him.
"You mean that?" Joey looked so overwhelmed at Chandler's generosity.
"In two conditions."
"What are they?" Joey looked confused.
"One, you start to hang around with me and Ross more often, and two, you help me find Phoebe."
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