What If Chandler Bing Didn't Exist...? [F.R.I.E.N.D.S]

Chapter Sixteen: Talking To A Loved Stranger?

'All right, there’s a nuclear holocaust, I’m the last man on Earth. Would you go out with me?' - Chandler Bing, The One With The Beach

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We arrived in the apartment building about an hour after we picked out the things that Joey and I wanted to buy. I  swear it was the easiest thing to do, seeing as I knew the things that we had in our apartment. I'm starting to think  that Joey suspects that I'm psychic as well.

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We were in the "table" shop and I skipped everything, until I went to the part with the entertainment part and  straightaway chose the foosball table. "How about this one Jo?" I called out. Joey was looking around the shop,  confused at which table we should get and once he saw what I was pointing at, he rushed over as if I was  handing him a thousand dollars.

"Oh my God! Sweet!" He stroked the sides of the table and looked at it in amazement. "How did you know that  this was the one? I mean, it's like we're the same person!" He was truly bewildered by the looks of it.

My eyes widened and gave him a wide smile. "Yeaaaahhhhh…" I stretched my eyebrows, not because I don't  believe that he doesn't like the table, but because he fell for my trick.

Not that I intended to trick him, but I still cannot believe that I'm still stuck in this world, everyone having amnesia,  everything just different. Different without me.

"Hey, so how do you want to pay? Split it?"

"Yeah… about that…." Joey looked down at the floor, guiltily. "You see, I still live with my sisters and grandma,  meaning-"

"You don't have job…" I finished the sentence off for him.

He denied it. "Well, I do, but-"

"You don't have a job…" I repeated again.

"Well I guess if you put it that way…" Joey replied obviously annoyed.

"Let me guess… actor?" Joey changed his face from irritated to proud.

"Yeah! But I haven't had my big break yet…" He shrunk back and mumbled the rest of the sentence.

Of course. Who would be willing to pay thousands of dollars a year for acting classes? "Y'know what? I'll let you  off for now. And I promise I'll do my best to get you your big break. Or at least try."

"Oh really? Aw, thanks man. Means a lot." Joey gave me a hug and I patted him on the back. "We're officially now  called Channy and J-Man!" I rolled my eyes and smiled. Closer in my ear, he asked, "Are you really psychic?"

My eyes looked to the left and smiled while I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe…"

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Yeah, probably because I gave him that hint. Smirk. Phoebe and Ross walked around each of the shops, Ross  hopefully asking her about tips and advice on Rachel. And once we were at a couch store and were ready to buy  one, I knew that if I didn't have the delivery guys bring it in, Ross will be all PIVOT, PIVOT, PIVOT again and I  certainly don't want that to happen. So I couldn't care less how much they cost for delivering everything to our  apartment.

So about an hour to an hour and a half later, we were finally done shopping and it was pretty late, and I suppose  everyone was starting to get a little hungry. The first to notify us was Joey. Even after eating how many boxes of  pizzas again? And guess where he wanted to eat?

"Hey guys, sorry to be a bust but I'm startin' to get kinda hungry…" He pointed towards the window full of  amusement and eyes wide open. "Ooh, what about that pizza shop right over there?"