Friends, How you doin'?
Just two Friends related drabbles. Very short and Joey/Phoebe themed. It's my first time writing for this fandom, so forgive me if they suck. Enjoy!
Title: Friends
They all mean so much to him. So much more than he could ever express in, like, words.
Rachel was like his sister.
Ross was a brother.
Monica, in some odd way, was a mother to him.
Chandler was his best friend.
And Phoebe his soulmate.
She hugs him now and kisses his cheek. She pulls back, a dazzling smile on her face. "Oh Joey, we're gonna miss you so much!" she says.
He gives her his typical smile. "I know," he answers.
He'd miss them all.
But especially her.
Title: How you doin'?
How you doin'?
It was a trademark line of his.
When Joey had first laid eyes on Phoebe Buffay, he'd thought she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
He'd walked up to her and uttered those words. "How you doin'?"
She'd said in the bubbly tone he'd come to love, "Fine, who are you?" and laughed, then looked to Chandler for introductions.
Over the years, he'd come to appreciate more than just her good looks. He had come to appreciate all of her. Every little philangee of her.
When he left for Hollywood, he couldn't erase her from his mind. The others were in there somewhere, but she was the most vivid of them all. He remembered all the times they'd kissed over the years, all in a friendly manner outwardly, but inwardly like a party inside his heart.
Now there's a knock at his door and he opens it. She's standing there, dressed in white, a wide smile on her face.
They don't say anything, but Joey can't contain his excitement. She's finally here.
Right before she laughs and throws her arms around him, she looks him up and down and says, "How you doin'?"
Title: Friends
They all mean so much to him. So much more than he could ever express in, like, words.
Rachel was like his sister.
Ross was a brother.
Monica, in some odd way, was a mother to him.
Chandler was his best friend.
And Phoebe his soulmate.
She hugs him now and kisses his cheek. She pulls back, a dazzling smile on her face. "Oh Joey, we're gonna miss you so much!" she says.
He gives her his typical smile. "I know," he answers.
He'd miss them all.
But especially her.
Title: How you doin'?
How you doin'?
It was a trademark line of his.
When Joey had first laid eyes on Phoebe Buffay, he'd thought she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
He'd walked up to her and uttered those words. "How you doin'?"
She'd said in the bubbly tone he'd come to love, "Fine, who are you?" and laughed, then looked to Chandler for introductions.
Over the years, he'd come to appreciate more than just her good looks. He had come to appreciate all of her. Every little philangee of her.
When he left for Hollywood, he couldn't erase her from his mind. The others were in there somewhere, but she was the most vivid of them all. He remembered all the times they'd kissed over the years, all in a friendly manner outwardly, but inwardly like a party inside his heart.
Now there's a knock at his door and he opens it. She's standing there, dressed in white, a wide smile on her face.
They don't say anything, but Joey can't contain his excitement. She's finally here.
Right before she laughs and throws her arms around him, she looks him up and down and says, "How you doin'?"