{joey tribbiani ff}
•book one•
Heather Bing moves to New York, hoping that her life will continue to be as perfect as it currently is. She has a comfortable place to live, friends to laugh with and a boyfriend that she truly loves.
"I could've reach...
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chapter forty six ~ the one with an affair Heather's POV
Due to all of my friends and I spending so much time together, we forgot sometimes that we had professional lives away from each other and sometimes even forgot that we had jobs to do. Joey was no longer working on 'Days of our Lives' because of his character Dr Drake Ramoray dying after falling down an elevator shaft and now that he didn't have a job, he was just pottering around like usual. This would all be fine apart from the fact that he has bills to pay, and even though Chandler had agreed to help him during his unemployment, Joey didn't want to constantly rely on other people to pay the bills. It was a massive surprise when the boys told me that they were going to be working together because somehow Chandler had managed to get him a job as a processor; I didn't know how well this was going to work out but if they were ready for it then I couldn't stop them.
The people in Chandler's office knew me, I had come in several times over the last few months to see my brother. The first time I had popped in, his co-workers had assumed that I was his girlfriend which wasn't true and we immediately shut down those rumours. It was unfortunate that we didn't really look like each other because if we had the same characteristics or something then people wouldn't constantly confuse us for being a couple. Over the last few months, I had popped in to bring him nice coffee rather than the one in the building, I had dropped off some files that he had needed and I had brought him lunch if he got too busy and couldn't meet me somewhere for our sibling bonding time. Today, I had popped in because he needed to sign a birthday card for our Mom before I sent it off; I had reminded him all week to do it and today was the last day I could mail it before it would be too late arriving.
I knocked on his door and waited patiently until I heard him on the other side. "Come in." I opened the door slowly and he smiled when he recognised who had interrupted his morning. "Heather, what are you doing here? Did you bring me coffee?"
Rolling my eyes, I handed him the cup that I had bought for him and then pushed the half-written card over to his side of the desk. "You still haven't written Mom's card. I have to send it today otherwise it won't make it to her on time."
"I don't know why you're stressing about it, she's probably not even home. When was the last time that you talked to her?"
"I don't know, last week? It doesn't matter if she isn't there, I just want it to be there on time."
"Fine, I'm signing it, okay?" He used the pen from his desk to write his name at the bottom before sliding it back over to me. "See, all done and ready to be mailed on time."
"Do you even know what we bought her?" I questioned and the silence meant that he had no idea, so I decided to tell him. "You sent her a bouquet of her favourite flowers because that's the type of son that you are, I sent her this poetry book that she wouldn't shut up about and a picture of me and Nick because she kept going on about how she wanted to see what he looked like. And from the both of us, a bottle of her favourite wine."
