jealous | joey tribbiani · Y/n story by @ella2987

The familiar buzz of Central Perk filled the air around you — the hiss of the espresso machine, the low murmur of conversations, the occasional clatter of cups against saucers.

Monica Geller

setting down a tray of pastries Okay, I got us two muffins, a scone, and a cookie that I’m not sharing with anyone.

Rachel Green

reaching for the cookie Monica, you literally just said—

Monica Geller

slapping her hand away I said I’m not sharing. You have your own muffin.

Chandler Bing

sliding into the armchair across from you And I have the pleasure of watching you all fight over baked goods. Truly, this is the highlight of my week.

The door jingled. You glanced up automatically, the way you always did when someone walked in.

Joey Tribbiani

dropping onto the couch beside you, close How you doin’?