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"Because sometimes, Phoebe, after you sleep with someone, you have to kill a fish."
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"I'm sorry I'm late." Ross came running into the apartment.
"We just want to see the end." Monica glanced back at him before focusing on the TV. We were watching the newest episode of Days of our Lives. We all gasped when it was revealed that Drake is actually Amber's half brother.
"So what happens next?" We all turned to look at him when the screen went back, signaling the end of the episode.
"Well, I get the medical award fro separating the siamese twins. Then Amber and I got to Venezuela to meet our other half brother, Ramon. And that's where I find the world's biggest emerald. It's really big...but it's cursed." He listed out.
"That is so cool!" Rachel and I exclaimed at the same time before giggling with each other.
"God, that is good TV." Chandler leaned back on the couch while cuddling a pillow. Later that night, Joey came over my apartment.
"Why don't you just move in here?" I lazily pulled him into my room. "You would be much closer, the others would know about us, and I could have you any time I want." I pulled him down for a slightly passionate kiss.
"Are you ready to tell them?" He pulled away and smiled down at me in excitement.
"On second thought, you could just move back in with my brother." I nodded my head. "It would be so much better for me—us. For us." I chuckled nervously.
"Looks like someone misses having me right across the hall." He pretended to pout. "Hey, here's a great idea. Why don't you move in with me?" He suggested.
"But what about my brother? I don't think he'd approve if I moved in with his ex–roommate and his best friend?" I chuckled a little.
"You know, maybe you're right. I don't want to get beat up by your brother for secretly dating his little sister for...nine and a half months." His hot breath tickled my neck.
"Didn't you have something to show me?" I furrowed my brows and looked up at him.
"Oh, yeah! Alright, give me, like, two seconds." He held up two fingers before running out of my room. In a couple of seconds, he came running back in with a stack of small magazines.
"Soap Opera Digest? That's one of my favorite digests." I smiled at him. "I have been around Pheebs for way too long." The two of us chuckled.
"Page 42! Page 42! Page 42!" He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and pulled me down onto my bed.
"Calm your horses, tiger." I pat his arm and flipped to the page. "'New Dog on the Block: Days of our Lives, Joseph Tribbiani'." I read the title of the article. "Alright, you look hot in the picture." I was scanning through the words. "Is it true that you write most of your own lines?" I glanced back at him.
