Steps Taken
Joey Tribbiani was not an orderly packer. Tee shirts and pants lay in a disorderly mess on the floor, and he sat, Indian-style, in their midst.
He couldn't quite understand why it seemed to be taking so long, as he couldn't remember having owned all of this stuff. The things a person can gather in ten years' time...
"Joey?" She pushed into the open apartment without knocking.
"Hey, Feebs." He said, without looking up.
"Okay, Mike and I had a huge fight, and he doesn't want to have a kid, and I don't want to talk about it."
Joey shrugged. "Okay."
Phoebe sat on the floor across from him. "When someone goes 'I don't want to talk about it' you're supposed to ask."
"Is this another one of those chick rules I don't know about?"
Phoebe sniffled.
"Phoebe?" He couldn't recall seeing her cry, really cry, not since she'd given up the triplets.
He took her into his arms.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
He woke in a tangle of limbs, tee-shirts and incense. Her head lay heavily against his chest, stuck there with heat and sweat.
He head a horn honking downstairs; his cab. What time was it? Six!
"Wake up!" He jostled her nude body away from his own and desperately started dressing.
She swam to wakefulness gracefully. "Hey." She said, voice dreamy.
"It's two!"
She sat up straight. "PM?
"AM."
"Crap! I was supposed to meet Mike..." She sat still, clutching her clothing to her chest. "He can wait."
"But I can't."
"Joey..."
"Feebs..." He was used to brushing off women. But this was Phoebe, and no mere brush-off would suit. "I love you."
"As a friend, right?"
"I didn't say that!" Joey cried out. "I dunno what to do."
"So? I don't. That could be fun."
"Yeah." He grinned, holding his suitcases.
The horn blared on downstairs, and suddenly he had purpose. "My sister's waiting."
Pheobe paused for a breath. "Tell her hi."
She watched him walk out the door, only to come charging back in, grasping her, kissing her.
"Come with me."
"You sound like Dr. Drake when you say stuff like that." she smiled.
"Oh man, he gets all the good lines; why can't I think up stuff like that?"
The horn blasted again.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
"I don't know where this thing is gonna go." He warned her. "We could be living in your cab."
"Money doesn't mean...much." Phoebe said, as they stepped out of the apartment door. "I left something for Monica and Chandler."
"Think they'll understand?"
"They're Monica and Chandler! So, no."
"It's gonna be fun, Feebs."
"I hope so. Yeah, because I just toasted my marriage and my massage parlor's bankrupt, so I can't go back."
They stepped over the threshold together, to meet the rising dawn.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again