Chanoey FanFictions

Moving In, On Each Other

A/N: Chandler and Joey are both openly gay. They meet for the first time when Joey moves in. Some events from the actual show may not line up.
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"Soo, ah, Eric, what kind of photography do ya do?" I ask my first candidate for my future roommate.

"Oh, mostly fashion, so there may be models here from time to time, I hope that's cool," he says.

"Okay, no problem," I say, wondering if that would include any male models. Is it rude to ask for the gender of his clients? I guess I would find out eventually…

"Oh, yeah, during the summer, I spend most weekends at my sister's beach house, which you are welcome to use by the way. Although, I should probably tell you, she's a porn star," he adds.

My face scrunches up without me realizing.

"Hmm, alright then," I note in my head that I'm never going there.

"Well, listen I ah, still have one more person to meet, so we'll be in touch."

"Okay, great," he says offering his hand out for a shake. I shake his hand and can't help, but want to clear up one point, so I just do it.

"One more thing, is it only female models you photograph?"

"Oh yeah," he says as if that answer would excite me.

I fake a smile for him and then lead him out.

Well, this sucks the guy is not even good looking and then he's gonna have a bunch of skinny women here all the time. Nothing really in it for me, but I guess if the next guy is worse I got no choice.

A little later, I hear another knock at my door and I know it's probably my second and final candidate since none of my friends ever knock. So, I open the door without even peeking through the peephole and that was probably my first mistake.

I was not expecting the guy to be drool worthy attractive. Oh lord, he's an Italian looking guy with dark hair and a chin dimple. He's got one of those butt chins for crying out loud!

He smiles at me and I swear I just melted, am I still here?

"Hey, I'm Joey, I'm here for the room" he greets me in a devilishly delicious voice.

"Hey," I manage and motion him to come in.

He walks inside and I shut the door.

He turns and looks at me and I'm not sure what to do.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, waiting for me.

"Oh right, the tour!" I quickly try to save myself. I run him through the rooms.

"Looks great," he admires the place.

We stop in the kitchen again and I know I'm supposed to ask him questions, but the only question coming to my mind is 'how are you so hot' and 'please tell me you're gay'.

Luckily, he seems to take the bullet for me.

"Should I tell you about myself?" he asks.