F.R.I.E.N.D.S Imagines

Hungover Confusion (Joey)

You knocked on the door to Monica and Rachel's apartment, rubbing your hungover headache while wearing only an oversized sweater and fuzzy socks on your feet. Monica opened the door, allowing you inside as you went and plopped down in a kitchen chair.

"Sweetie, what happened?" Rachel asked, sitting down beside you and rubbing your back softly. You looked at her with tired eyes as you pushed the headache banging on the front door of your skull. "I got drunk."

Monica and Rachel looked over at each other. "Why? Why did you do that?"

You looked over at the two of them. "I was trying to get over Jason, you know, that guy I met at the coffee shop. I mean, we had been going out for a while now and he just dumped me for some slut in a skinny dress."

Rachel pouted, rubbing your arm up and down.

"Wait, that isn't your sweater." Monica pointed out, causing you to look down at it. You shrugged. "Yeah, it isn't." Rachel purses her lips together in a confused manner. "I recognize that sweater though."

You couldn't seem to find the answer to who the guy was in your hungover brain, so you just tried to excuse it. "I, I'm sure it wasn't anyone we know. I most likely won't ever have to see him again."

The door opened behind you as soon as the words left your mouth and you heard Joey enter the room. Sure, you had had a crush on him for as long as he had been living across the hall but you never did anything about it.

"Hey, Monica. Hey, Rachel."

You were praying he didn't see you with your hands in your hair, looking down at the table but he did, to your distaste. "Hey, ____. I had fun last night."

Rachel looked over at you, her eyes wide as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Monica nearly choked on her water as you tried to shut your eyes tightly and convince yourself it was a bad dream.

"Uh, I have to go to the bathroom, so, I'll catch you all later." Monica excused herself. Rachel stood up, looking at her watch. "Look at the time, I needed to meet Ross somewhere five minutes ago."

"What do you mean? I'm right here, honey." Ross said, entering the room as you stayed in the same position, hands in hair as you tried to call yourself stupid over and over to see if it would help.

It didn't.

"Nope, we have to go. Bye, guys."

There was an uncomfortable silence settled into the room as you watched Joey from the corner of your eye move to the seat across from you.

You didn't look up yet.

"Is something going on?" He asked.

You looked up at him, running a hand through your hair again. "Uh, no. Nope. Nothing. Why? Do you think there should be? Is there supposed to be something happening? Like, I didn't get the memo or anything." You rambled.

Joey stared at you, twiddling nervously with the sleeves of the sweater you bore on your body. "Okay, fine. There is something going on. Joey, did we sleep together last night?"

He smiled, chuckling slightly. "Yeah, we did. You didn't even call me or anything, just showed up. You seemed like you were drunk, but I wasn't too sure."

You put your head back in your hands. "Aw, crap."

"Oh, you also told me how you truly feel so, there's that out there as well." Joey commented.

You looked up at him, terror stricken all over your features. "Wh-What?" You stuttered out. He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, you said that you've loved me for as long as you can remember and how you've dreamed of this as a sober woman, stuff like that."

You looked into his eyes deeply, hoping to see a sign that he liked you back.

You couldn't find one.

"And, uh, do you feel the same?" You asked nervously, scratching the back of your neck. The question would make or break you all together.

Joey took a sip of the drink.

"So, that's a no then. Okay, well, I'm wearing your sweater, and I need to go change so you can have it back and-"

You were paused. You couldn't speak anymore. You don't think you could speak anymore after this moment, it wouldn't be possible.

"I never answered no, it's always been yes." Joey said, removing his lips from yours. Your face was a bright red tomato color. "I, uh, don't-"

Joey cut you off with a laugh as he pulled you up into a hug. "We should really sleep together more often."

You laughed softly. "Does this mean that we're dating now or?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, I think it's proven that we're together."