EVERLASTING. ━ joey tribbiani

⌞ i. | ❝stop hitting on her, you perv!❞ ⌝

⌞ i. | ❝stop hitting on her, you perv!❞ ⌝

     YOU DIDN'T GET TO see a bride every day, at least not as a normal citizen of New York, who didn't by chance make the wedding of couples their calling. Above all, the brides Cassidy Steele had seen in her life so far did not hammer against the door of her neighbor's apartment to yell at it if its occupant was at home while they obviously were not. Accordingly, Cassidy was quite surprised when she got home from the early shift at Rosie's to find a bride in her hallway, soaked from head to toe but yet gorgeous-looking.

     She stopped in her tracks, not sure if she wanted to cross the woman's path at all. Since she had moved to New York, a lot of strange people had crossed her path who she wished they hadn't. So she paused for a moment and watched the pretty bride do.

     With her little fists she hammered against the apartment door opposite her own, her perfectly manicured fingernails digging into her palms and turning her knuckles white. "Monica! Monica, if you're there, please openthe door!"She cried desperately, but decided to give up after pressing the belltwice, realizing that the person she was looking for was either not at home or had no intention on opening the door any time soon.

     Only when the bride turned around did her sigh got stuck in her throat, realizing that she was no longer alone in the hallway. A blush of shame stole from the young woman's face, who must have been about Cassidy's age, while her counterpart stood awkwardly in the hallway. She still weighed whether the woman was in her right mind.

     "Hey, hey! Excuse me, do you live here?" Excited, she came up to Cassidy, her heels clattering on the floor and the echo reverberating from the empty walls.

     "Um,... yeah. I live there," she pointed her finger at the door of her apartment, "actually."

     The bride let out a relieved, almost hysterical sigh. "Oh, thank God! Do you know a Monica Geller by any chance?"

     "Yeah, yeah she's my neighbor," Cassidy pointed out the obvious. "Why are you looking for her? You guys friends or something?"

     "Yeah, ... it's—it's kinda complicated ... I just really need to talk to her. We're old friends from high school. Do you have any idea where she might be?"

     "If she's not home she's probably at Central Perk," Cassidy concluded, and now she that was pretty much certain that the young woman wasn't a psychopath, she stepped up to her to walk past her and to her apartment door to open it. "I actually wanted to head there, too now," she added as she recognized the questioning look on the bride's face, who had no idea what a Central Perk was supposed to be. "If you'd wait a second, I'll take you there if you want. I just have to drop off some stuff."

     "Would you do that? Oh, my God, yes, that'd be great!" She exclaimed happily, watching from the doorway as Cassidy walked into her apartment, put her bag on the counter and traded her black leather jacket for a gray, worn-out Knicks hoodie hanging over the armchair, that was at least three sizes too big for her. Underneath, she wore a turquoise uniform that barely reached her knees and which the bride simply assumed must be her work clothes. "Oh, I totally forgot to introduce myself! I'm Rachel!"