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"Word of advice: bring back the comedian. Or next time, you're going to find yourself sitting at home listening to that album alone."
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"What you guys don't understand is for us, kissing is as important as any part of it." I shrugged my shoulders and glanced back at the girls.
"Yeah, right. Prove it to me." Joey winked at me, calling me over to him. Chandler reached over and hit his friend upside the head.
"That's my sister." He scoffed before turning back to us. "You're serious?" He asked, referring to the kissing part.
"Oh, yeah." Phoebe nodded her head.
"Absolutely." Monica supported my claim.
"Everything you need to know is in that first kiss." Rachel added.
"I think for us, kissing is pretty much like an opening act, you know? It's like the stand–up comedian you have to sit through before Pink Floyd comes out." My brother explained. The four of us shared a look and chuckled.
"Yeah, and it's not that we don't like the comedian, it's just that that's...that's not why we bought the ticket." Ross struggled to find the words.
"The problem is, though, after the concert's over, no matter how great the show was, you girls are always looking for the comedian again." Chandler said, making me gag. "I mean we're in the car, fighting traffic. Basically, just trying to stay awake."
"Word of advice: bring back the comedian. Or next time, you're going to find yourself sitting at home listening to that album alone." Rachel nodded her head. I raised my hand back to her, and she high–fived me.
Joey nudged Ross' arm. "Are we still talking about sex?" He whispered to Ross, who gave him a thumbs–up in response.
Ross headed off to the museum, Rachel stayed at the coffee shop since she works there now, and the rest of us went to Monica's apartment.
"I think this is the episode of Three's Company where there's some kind of misunderstanding." Chandler joked a little.
"Oh, then I've already seen this one." Phoebe picked up the remote and changed the channel. I took a sip of Joey's juice.
"Are you done with that?" She asked but instead of waiting for an answer, she took it away.
"Sorry, the swallowing slowed me down." I glanced back at her. She went over to the kitchen and put the glass in the sink.
"Whose little ball of paper is this?" She asked. Joey stood up and went to the kitchen before coming back with a tissue for me to wipe the juice. I kissed his cheek to say thanks, and he sat down next to me in the arm chair.
"That would be mine. See, I wrote a note to myself, but then I realized I didn't need the note, so I balled it up...and now I wish I was dead." He trailed off when he saw the look on Monica's face. She grabbed the paper ball before patting the pillow next to Chandler.
