One shot of Joey and Phoebe having a funny but interupted coversation at the end of season 3/ start of season four, which takes place at the beach.
This was made in an attempt to poke fun at pretentious fanfiction writing and the predictable style o...
"Ugh, I'm going to bed," an aggravated Monica mumbled as she stomped up the stairs. Something was up with her leg, she was limping, but when asked, she refused to answer.
"Look, Monica, something happened on that walk!" Rachel exclaimed.
The limping woman retaliated quickly "No it d--"
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*insert horrified Joey image*
"NOTHING HAPPENED!!!!" Joey interupted her, eyes as wide as his grandmother's famous meatballs. This translated to: "HOW YOU DOIN!!!!"
Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr..." she stopped, trying to find an insult. "Mr. Something-Happened-On-The-Beach... Man..." her hands moved in circles like a T-Rex trying to express its hatred.
"Look, when you stop acting like children and accept what happened, we'll be ready to listen." Rachel huffed, upset at the not-knowing. As she said this, she didn't look up from her Vogue magazine, which she flipped through like a teenager who was throwing a tantrum at her parents. (aka angrily)
"Yeah well...!" Monica started, pointing a fist at her childhood friend. "...Yeah...!" she bit her lip as if to prove a point-- not just any point, HER point-- and completed the stairs to her room, thus exiting the scene.
"Wow, what a goon," Phoebe muttered under her breath. Joey cracked up.
*insert Monica and Joey at Central Perk video; for effect, stop watching video at: 5 seconds*
"What!" Phoebe sighed, taking it to heart. Just as much as she took her mother's suicide to heart, or the inspiration she had for her dollhouse a few episodes back to heart as well.
"You said goon," Joey stifled his laughter. "that's racist!"
"Oh yeah! Well! So was Mussolini!" she fought back, jerking her head back in a shrug.
"FILTHY SON OF A----" the Italian stood up, but the floor he sat upon was sand, which caused him to stumble a bit.
"I KNOW!" Phoebe blinked, leaning back into the couch.
"I knew I hated him..." Joey continued muttering, grabbing a plastic knife from the counter and sitting back down. Then he made a mound of sand and stabbed it repeatedly.
"Wait, you don't hate me though, for being racist and saying goon, right?" the blonde sat up and faced Joey, who grumbled.
He shook his head. "Oh ho ho, you're better than that scummy piece of--"
"Joey, we get it, you're Italian." Rachel mumbled through her vigorous page flipping.
"Okay good." He stopped stabbing and stood up, getting a bagel this time. when his hand was in the bag, he faltered, looking to Phoebe for help.
