Thanks for reviewing guys, I really appreciate it. Sorry for not updatin in a while. Just started schol so i got alotta projects comin my way. ill do my best w/ this and im tryin 2 make the chapters longer.

On the intercom, the pilot said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing quite a bit of turbulence. The storm seems to be catching up to us. We are going to try to fly a bit further and land in Maryland. Thank you for your cooperation."

Once the shaking had ceased, everyone on the plane began to relax.

"I'm terribly sorry for reacting this way," the flight attendant said.

"Oh no, it's cool, we could settle this over a little dinner, eh?" Joey asked.

She glanced at him once more and walked away.

"Oh my gosh, Joey are you ok?" Phoebe asked.

"Yea, I'm good, how about you?"

"Um, ok, I guess."

Joey noticed some tears slipping out of Phoebe's eyes and proceeded to wipe them off, but Phoebe quickly drew away.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I was just wiping your eyes, sorry."

"Oh no, um go ahead, sorry."

She sat still, while Joey touched her face.

The lights flickered back on in Chandler's apartment.

"Ugh, thank goodness," Rachel replied.

"JUST WHEN I FOUND THE DAMN CANDLES, THE DAMN LIGHTS COME BACK ON!"

Monica screamed while running across the hall. The lights then turned off again.

"Well, Monica, I guess now we can put use to your candles. Where are the matches?" Chandler asked.

"Oh, damn, I gotta go back and look for them."

As Monica walked out the door, Chandler felt his way to his room and shut the door.

The lights switched back on again and Chandler came running out screaming.

"Oh, my gosh Chandler, don't you knock?" Rachel yelled.

"Well Rachel, I didn't know I needed permission to walk into my own room," he spat back.

Chandler had walked in on Rachel changing and as the lights turned on, he saw everything.

"Ok, lets pretend, nothing happened. Go back into the room and finish changing, and I'll just pretend I've been standing out here this whole time."

Rachel made her way back to the room warily, looking at Chandler.

Just then the door opened and Ross came in shaking his coat and boots.

"Guys, do you see that weather out there? The computer went down so I got to leave early."

"Hey, Ross, Monica's at her place looking for matches and candles and Phoebe and Joey already left for the trip."

"Jeez, Wish we could've gone."

He bent down to drop his stuff and the lights turned off again.

"Ah ha! I found the matches," Monica yelled.

"You got your stuff Phoebe?" Joey asked as they left the airport.

"Um, yea, where are we headed?"

"To the West Hills Hotel."

They hailed a taxi and arrived at the hotel 30 minutes later. The whole way, they were completely silent.

"Phoebe, are you okay?"

"Uh, yea. It's just that this whole thing just is crazy. I really thought I was gonna die!"

"Come on Phoebe, You know that I would never let that happen to you under my watch," Joey said as he pulled Phoebe closer to him.

"Yes Joey, from now on you are my snuggle saver buddy."

When they arrived at the hotel, they both took their luggage up to their room. It was a cozy little room with one big bed, a bathroom, a little breakfast nook and a TV.

"Not bad for a free room," Joey said.

"Oh yay! We have a nook!" Phoebe exclaimed.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom, Phoebe. I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok Joey."

Phoebe began to unpack and noticed something gray sticking out of Joey's bag. Feeling a bit curious, she bent over and picked it up.

"Oh ew!"

She didn't realize that she was holing Joey's dirty underwear.

"Phoebe! That's kinda personal," Joey said as he walked out the bathroom

"Oh yea ok. You don't want people to know you don't clean your underwear?"

"We're supposed to wash these things?"

"Joey, yes, we are."

"Well I hardly ever wear them so, I thought-"

"Joey, you thought wrong. Let's go to the laundry room right now, and wash our clothes, and then we'll go to the store to buy you some ones."

"But Phoebe, they're so uncomfortable," he complained.

"Joey!"

"Ok," he muttered sullenly. Just as they began to leave. The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Yes, madam, the airport just called. The plane is going to leave in one hour now."

"Oh, thank you."

"What's up Phoebe?"

"We have to go now the planes gonna leave in and hour. We'll get you some underwear later."