Chapter 3: Joey Tribbiani is life

The ticking of Summer's wall clock could be heard in the quiet darkness. With the quietness, the ticking appeared loud, like it was right beside my head, making it hard for me to fall asleep.

Summer's light snore could also be heard, as I groaned inwardly, suddenly jealous that she was actually sleeping.

I fumbled with my blanket, Summer having her own one since we were both blanket-hoarders. I twisted and turned, fumbled and jumbled, just on my side of the bed. Pretty impossible, but could be done either way.

Throwing the blanket off of me and swinging my legs over, I planned to get out.

I'd weighed my options on whether to watch Supernatural, or Friends. I decided on the latter, since well, it was three in the morning. However, I was sort of skeptical, for I knew I'd laugh my arse off if I did watch Friends.

That's better than being freaked out though.

The icy marbled floor came into contact with the bottom of my feet, pinning needles into them. I cringed and flinched, before tiptoeing down instead. At least there was a lesser contact area so the pain would be bearable.

I dumped the guestroom laptop onto the couch, before heading to the kitchen to grab the one and only - Fruitloops.

There was no milk - which made me hate my life - so I ate them right out of the box, since I was the only one that ate them anyway.

Scrolling through the series of episodes I had of Friends in my hard-disk that Zak had lent me a few days ago, I clicked on a random episode and started watching.

According to Zak, keeping different television shows in his hard-disk was his guilty-pleasure. Something he liked to do when he was free and had no work.

And lucky for me, Zak liked the same television shows as I did. Must have ran in the family.

I watched as Ross tried to teach Phoebe and Rachel the concept of Unagi, having to stuff my fist into my mouth to prevent the giggles from slipping into the empty house.

"Well, good morning to you too," I jumped as I heard someone say, that someone happening to be Summer.

A small part of me wished for her to be Vince, though. Though I knew that was completely a lie and I pushed it immediately out of my head.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" I asked, though it was a rhethorical question.

All she did was nod, and yawn, then nod again.

"Ugh, I love Joey. I need him in my life," she chuckled lightly, her boice slightly raspy.

"Joey Tribbiani is life," I stated, not joking whatsoever.

"True that," she agreed, "so what did you and Vince do today anyways?"

"He picked me up from school, my brother must have called him. Then we got ice cream and went shopping," I shrugged carelessly, before pausing the episode to look at her.

"The Sweet Tooth?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" I was beyond appalled to hear this. Was the ice cream parlor that popular? Or perhaps Vince took Summer there as well. Zak sometimes takes me out for ice cream too, so I guess I shouldn't be that amused.

"We used to go there when we were kids, and it became our favorite ever since."

"Well, I love it," I said, before adding, "though I might be biased, for they had Fruitloop-flavored ice cream."

"You must've chose that immediately," Summer teased, before placing her palm over her mouth to stop the giggles.

"No, actually. I was stuck between Vanilla with Fruitloops and the Fruitloop-flavor itself."

"No way?" she rolled her eyes in a playful manner.

"Yeah, but then Vince bought both, and said that I could choose like whichever, and he'd take the other one," I shrugged.

"So which did you choose?" Summer raised an eyebrow, curiosity leaking in every word she spoke.

"The Fruitloop-flavored one, duh."

"So Vince got the Vanilla with Fruitloops?"

"Yup," I popped the 'p'.

"Vince hates Vanilla," Summer stated, before smiling a little.

"That's impossible, he still ate it."

"Yeah well, he hates it to the core. Once mom bought ice cream - well before she, y'know - "

"Yeah, it's okay," I gave her a reassuring smile, before gesturing for her to continue.

"Once he ate a spoonful of it, thinking it was amazing and heavenly, he spit it out, creating a whole mess," she chuckled.

I started to process whatever Summer had said about Vince hating Vanilla now. It hadn't hit me, but now it did.

Why had he still eat it when he hates it to the core? He could've threw it away, or just forced me to eat it both since he paid for it. Or maybe, just maybe, he was too lazy to enter the shop again, for I knew I would've.

I was just that lazy.

That would've explained the expression he had on his face when he took a mouth of Vanilla while in the car.

And then I started to think, how does one hate Vanilla? It's like a sin to hate Vanilla. That milky goodness - though not as good as Fruitloops - melting in your mouth, slithering down your throat on a warm, sunny day.

"Lyss, listen. Vince has a-"

"Morning girls," a voice pimped in, and both of us jumped.

As if in sync, we turned our heads to the source of the sound.

He was leaning against the doorframe at the kitchen, as if he had been listening to our conversation the whole time. He shot Summer a look I couldn't quite explain. His eyes widened a little and his head jerked-tilted in a way, as if telepathically trying to communicate with her.

"You were saying?" I asked Summer, not bothering to greet Vince, neither did Summer.

"Nothing," she gave me a small smile, "I'll be going back to sleep, I guess."

"Okay then," I shrugged and watched as she walked upstairs, then Vince walked toward me.

"Couldn't sleep?" the area where he sat on sunk deep down due to his weight. Not that he was obesed, I was just pretty sure his biceps and masculinity would add up. He was pretty much like an Abercrombie model.

Without my permission, my eyes roamed around on his white v-neck that clung to his biceps perfectly. His knuckles were very defined under his chin, as he leaned his head on his palm.

"Want a picture?" Vince said suddenly, a smirk plastered on his lips.

Aware that my eyes had just flickered to his lips, I turned rapidly to look at my screen, which displayed a really derp picture of Chandler of when I paused it.

"No thanks, my eyes would be scarred for life," I rolled my eyes.

"You should really get some sleep, don't you have school tomorrow?" Vince asked.

"Yeah, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"How am I suppose to explain why my brain isn't going to shut down for a couple of hours to let me sleep?" I chuckled.

He rolled his eues and stuck his tongue out at me, before standing up.

"Well, goodnight then."

"Goodnight."

While he walked up the stairs, he paused and turned to look at me.

"Please don't finish the Fruitloops," he teased, before reaching his hand up to run through his hair.

Before long, I heard the sound of a door shutting, Vince probably trying to not making it that loud. Though in this quiet darkness, it was pretty darn loud.

"Noted," I muttered, before returning to fantasize over Joey Tribbiani.

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Author's Note: picture to the side is of Summer, and Maia Mitchell is playing her!

am i the only one that loves Joey Tribbiani?;)