Ross and pheobe
Monica and Chandlers apartment
She studied everything he did-
How his hands moved.
how his lips moved.
The way he spoke.
She gazed at those beautiful brown eyes of his. she loved the way his eyebrows furrowe-
"Pheobs."
"...Pheobs?"
"PHEOBE SNAP OUT OF IT" exlaimed Ross, clapping his hands infront of his face.
"oh um i um just uh sorry" squeaked Pheobe when she realised she may have been staring at Ross a little to long.
"What is up with you today?" Ross asked.
"Nothing. um. I should really be going"
"wait pheobs"
"what! i mean yeh?"
"ok... um are you free tommorow night?"
Pheobe smiled. Was this actually happening? Was Ross finnaly asking her on a date?
"sure i am, whats up?"
"well Carol and Susan are in londan for the night and well" he smiled. "i have a date. could you look after Ben?"
pheobes grin quickly faded away.
"sure i guess" pheobe mumbled.
"Oh your a life saver. i could kiss you right now!" Ross bubbled, pulling pheobe into a tight hug.
She feebly patted his back. Giving a weak smile to Ross, she truged over to the fridge and got a sandwich.
"Ill bring him to yours at aroun-"
Suddenly chandler burst into the room, sweat dripping down his forehead and eyes bloodshot.
"Oh my god Chandler whats wrong!" asked Ross as he ran over to him.
"You have to come quick."
"Its monica"