TOW Joey is Sam's dad

(Sam's POV)

5 days seemed to pass by like lightning. I'm glad this weekend was here thought. The only thing I'm bummed about was that Carly got the flu. I really wanted her to come with me to meet my dad. At least Prince Nubkins can come. I won't be completly alone then. Our flight was at 2:45 and I didn't wanna be late.

"Freddie! Get your nubbish butt over here!" I yelled from Carly's apartment since I was too lazy to go over to his.

"Are you that lazy!" Carly yelled as she slugged down the stairs. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing her bathrobe. Sexy.

"Sexy outfit kid. Freddie's gonna go nuts when he come over."

"Haha." She replied sarcasticly as she blew her nose. "Oh god!" She lurched forward and ran to the bathroom. Hearing her empty her guts into the toilet was not part of my agenda. Luckily, Mr. Nubtastic came over with his suitcases.

"I'm not hearing things, right? You yelled for me to get my 'nubbish cute butt' over here." He smirked.

"I did not say cute! You take that back or I will kick you ass!"

"Language!" Spencer yelled from his room. Wow, he had good hearing. Then again, I am really loud.

"Butt!" I correctly myself.

"Such a comely lady." Freddie said to himself.

"I'm a what?"

"Comely means vicious. At least, that's what Spencer told me." He shrugged. I looked at my watch again.

"We need to go." I said to Freddie. "Bye Spencer! Bye Carly, have fun with your morning sickness!"

"Shut up Sam, I'm not pregnant!" Carly yelled from the bathroom. I giggled as Freddie and I went outside to get a cab.

...

Fredbag and I got through security easier than I thought we would. Which gave us 20 extra minutes to blow before we had to board. We decided to grab some dougnuts and coffee. I sat down at a table while Freddie payed for the drinks and food. He came over with a bag and handed me my coffee. I got my chocolate doughnut out and ate it.

"Are you nervous? You know, about meeting your dad?" The dork asked while taking a drink from his coffee cup.

"Nah. He seems pretty cool from when I talked to him on the phone about getting his address and stuff. You know, I think I've seen him on TV before."

"Really?"

"Yeah, my mom told me he was on 'days of our lives'. I didn't know what she was talking about, so I looked it up on splashface. Turns out he played some dude name Dr. Drake Ramoray."

"Nice! I take it he's an actor?"

"Yup."

"Wow..." We stayed silent for a minute before the song "Crush" by David Archuleta came over the speakers. I was almost mesmerized by the lyrics as I looked at Freddie.

Do you ever think when you're all alone

All that we could be,

where this thing could go?

Am I crazy or falling in love?

Is it really just another crush?

Do you catch a breath when I look at you?

Are you holding back like the way I do?

Cause I've tried and tried to walk away

But I know this crush ain't going away-ay-ay

Going away-ay-ay

"Flight 127 to New York. Time to board." My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the female flight attendant announcing our flight on the radio. Freddie and I got up to walk to the gate. We gave the flight attendant our tickets and sat in our seats. The truth is, I couldn't get any sleep last night. I was too excited to sleep. I looked at Freddie, who was playing on his cell phone. A couple of minutes later the flight attendant gave the saftery lecture and asked everyone to put all techology away. Freddie grunted and turned his phone off. I felt myself drift off to sleep. My head got heavier, as my eyes did.

...

I woke up to the jolt of the plane as the flight attendance lady announced we were landing. I groaned as the scent of cologne filled my nose. Ugh. It was then that I realized I fell asleep on Freddie when we took off. I tried to lift my head but I couldn't. He fell asleep on my head. I sighed as the plane jolted again. This time it woke Freddie up. I have to admit, I didn't wanna lift my head up. Not because it was Freddie. His shirt was just incredibly cozy and smelled good.

We grogily got off the plane and found our luggage. Freddie hailed for a cab. I gave the cab driver the address and he drove us there. It was a 10 minute drive at the most. Freddie tipped the cab driver as I got the bags out and started walking.

"What apartment are we going to?"

"20"

After going up about 4 flights of stairs, we found it. I took a deep breath in as I lifted my hand up to knock. Freddie put a reassuring hand on my shoulder as I hesitently knocked. He then put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulders. A man opened the door. He was wearing a tan button-up shirt with simple jeans. His hair was black and geled. The thing that caught my attention was his eyes. He had a glimmer in them.

"Sam?" He asked. Yup, this guy was definitely Italian with that voice.

"Are you Joey Tribbiani?"

"Yes I am." My face stretched out the biggest smile ever as I gave him a hug. I'm not the huggy type but I just got reunited with my father. He hugged back hesitently. But after a minute of so, eased up.

"And you are..." He looked at Freddie.

"Freddie Benson" they shook hands.

"Are you...dating my daughter?"

"No sir. We're just buddies...although we did ki-" before he could finish I elbowed him in the stomach.

"So, dad. can we come in?" I asked.

"Of course..." He answered sweetly. When Freddie walked in, he stopped him. "I got my eye on you bub. If you try anything with my daughter, I'll kick your ass!"

"Yes sir." Freddie gulped. I giggled on the inside. When I went inside I saw 5 people sitting in the living room. One looked to be a married couple as the woman was sitting on the man's lap and they were kissing. The other couple that I saw were going goo-goo eye at each other. Gross. Then I saw a single blonde lady sobbing.

"Everyone, this is my daughter Sam Puckett and her pal Freddie. Sam and Freddie, this is Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Monica and Pheebs...she just became widowed." He whispered the last part to us. We nodded quietly.

Apparently, her husband, Mike, got into a fatal car crash from a drunk driver. Freddie's dad actually died that way too. He never talks about it.

"Hi." Ross waved to us. "Joey, she looks just like you!"

"Awww. Thanks Ross. We Tribbiani's are certainly a good looking bunch." He put his arm around me. "Hey, is anyone hungry? I got a ham in the oven."

"Ham!" I asked.

"Do you not like ham?" Joey questioned, slightly sulking a bit.

"Ham is her favorite food ever." Freddie chimed in. Joey smiled for a split second but almost like a hurricane, changed his tone when he looked at Freddie.

"...I'm watchin' you buddy boy." Joey clenched his jaw glared at Freddie and gave him the 'I'm-watching-you' signal.

"What did I do!" He whisper-yelled at me. I shrugged. Joey got the ham out and set it on the table.

"Anyone want ham besides us?" Everyone said no. Joey handed me a fork.

"How long do you think it'll take to polish this off?"

"10 minutes?" I estimated. We shruged and dug in.

...

I took the last bite of ham.

"Time?" Joey asked Chandler as he patted his full belly.

"9:57" Chandler said with his eyebrows raised. He looked impressed.

"Yeah!" Joey and I high-fived.

"She must have a mofo fast metabolism and ate as much as Monica did every meal when she was 13." Chandler chuckled at his own odd humor.

"Hey!" Monica objected. Chandler ignored her.

"I gotta say, she is definitely your daughter Joey. I don't know anyone who can eat half a ham that big in under 10 minutes. Well...except Monica back in '87. " Chandler teased his wife again.

"And even then I got laid more in a week than you did he whole time you were in college." Monica teased back.

"Ohhh burn..." I commented from the counter. Freddie laughed too.

"I'm sorry honey." He apologized. Monica kissed Chandler romanticly. He kissed her back as well.

"It's ok. Call it even?" She asked quietly.

"Ok!" They high-fived and snuggled back up. I want a marriage like that. All I gotta do is find someone like Chandler. A dork to be exact...

Don't think what I think you're thinking, nubby reader.

...

Everyone left and the apartment grew quiet. Joey put the dishes from the ham in th sink as Freddie and I sat on the couch. The sink ran for a moment before Joey came over and sat down in his arm chair.

"The guys really liked you." Joey chuckled as he opened up a beer.

"They seemed pretty cool. Especially Chandler and Monica. It's like, they're not even married." I said.

"Well, they were very good friends before they hooked up. Monica is Ross' little sister and Chandler is Ross' best friend. That's how the met basicly. No one saw it coming either. One night in London, at Ross' wedding, some guy thought she was Ross' mom. Anyway, Chandler, being the gentleman he is, walked her back to his room. Mon got a little drunk and went back to Chandler's room. They talked, he called her beautiful then bam!" Wow, that sounds similar to another situation I heard about. The guy was publicly humiliated, the girl went to comfort, I mean apologize, to him and they ended up...wait, that was me and Freddie. I looked over at him. He smirked at me.

"I ummm...gotta call Carly. See how she's feeling." I excused myself from the room. Which left my pop and Freddouche alone. I listened by the door.

"So, just to be clear. You and Sam aren't dating?" Joey asked sternly for the umptenth time since we've been here.

"Oh no. Like I said, we're just friends. Most of the time." Freddie emphasized.

"Most of the time?"

"Yeah, we've kissed...only once! Maybe twice, I dunno if that was her or her sister, Melanie." That stupid nub. I hope Joey slaughters him.

"Oh ok. Just a kiss. So, it's just a crush?"

"Not even that."

"Well, do you have a crush on someone?"

"I use to. Actually, it's my other best friend, Carly. I use to have a crazy mad crush on her back in 6th grade. Last year, I pushed her out of the way and got hit by a truck. It was then that she started liking me back. At first I thought 'yes! finally, the girl of my dreams is going out with me.' Then your daughter talked me out of it. She's very wise."

"She gets that from me." Joey chuckled. "You know, I had the same thing happen with me and my friend Rachel. She's the girl who's married to Ross. Yeah, I was in love with her. After a while, I realized it was only puppy love. She was the most comely lady I ever met."

"I thought you had a crush on her?"

"I did. That's why I called her comely. It means beautiful." Fredlumps called me comely earlier...douche. Joey went on with his story

"Then she started liking me. It got complicated after a while. Finally, we both grew up and she went on to love Ross. Me? I'll be alone forever."

"Don't say that Mr. Tribbiani. Infact, I think a certain widower would suit you well."

"Phoebe? Oh, I dunno."

"Come on. She really needs someone. You can't tell me that you and Phoebe never kissed or did anything of that sort." I heard Joey pause and take a deep breath.

"Well, we have kissed a few times. I kinda alwayhad a crush on Pheebs. After Mike's death, I don't think I can even compare to him. He was her 'lobster' or whatever."

"Lobster?" Freddie asked in a confused tone.

"Apparently, lobsters mate for life with one partner."

"Mr. Tribbiani, do you believe in soulmates?"

"Absolutely."

"We're not lobsters. We're people. Phoebe is your soulmate. What you need to do is show her that you'll be there for her, anytime."

"You know? You're right." I heard the sound of the leather squeak as he got up and left the room.

"Thanks Freddie." He said while walking into the other room. I heard the door close. I took that as my cue to come back out.

"Yeah, ok. Feel better Carls...bye." I hung up my fake phone call.

"How's she feeling?" Freddie got off the couch and pulled his shirt down a little bit.

"Better, she's not voilently vomiting." I chuckled. God, I love being good a lying.

"How's talking to my dad been going?"

"Good, actually. I'm trying to hook him and that blonde chick, Phoebe, up. I could use some help if you're interested." He held his fist up.

"Fine." I bumped his weakly as we began to discuss our plan.