Food and a dog; the way to a man’s heart.

The way you managed to get to Joeys heart.

He was a simple man, really. He loved women, food, and his friends.

He didn’t share food with anyone— you were the exception. Usually, with anyone, he’d cut their hand off before sharing with him, but he let you steal a bite from his burger the other day. He didn’t even think about it until Chandler mentioned it.

He was protective of you— as he was all of his friends. He was a bit slow at times, but he was doing his best. It just took him a few seconds to get certain jokes. He was a huge flirt. Even after being together for nearly a year and a half, he still flirted with you like a frat boy.

His friends seemed to like you. You weren’t that close with them, but he tried to get you involved a lot— but you guys just weren’t BEST friends how they were.

You were friends with Rachel through work, and her -ever cupid- set you guys up. It didn’t work out the first time, but as the two of you continued to talk and visit each other, it worked out. Falling in love. Neither of you had been lucky in that category, but with each other, it was perfect.

You guys joked all the time, hung out, and it was honestly as if the two of you were still just best friends, just with extra curricular activities. You guys lived in the same apartment— the one directly across from Monica and Chandler. Ross and Rachel lived together with Emma, their sweet baby. Phoebe, ever the independent woman, lived alone in her own apartment.

You guys shared the apartment with your puppy, a Bernese Mountain Dog. He was like your guys’ child, and he also hated to share food. You three loved food. You reminded each other all the time how you’d sell each other for a good burrito.

Sat on the two recliners tonight in the living room, food in your laps, White Chicks on the tv, and Butter—the dog— sprawled out on his back with his tongue out of his mouth, sleeping very well it seemed.