Opened Eyes
*background information*
Monica is with Richard (based in Season Two). Richard decided he'd have a baby with Monica on the conditions they got married first.
Monica sat on the overused sofa, her body clumsy positioned on the comfort of the cushions. Her eyes barely staying awake as she looked at the small clock on her wrist reading the time and yawning slightly. She looked up, seeing Richard still intensively watching the game, his face so full of focus it could have been mistaken for a memorial time in history. She moved her arm, pushing his shoulder gently, his face swiftly turning around, his dagger eyes now firmly on her face. "I'm tired" she sighed, stretching her arms above her head. "Go to bed, I'll be through in a minute" Richard replied, his face once again focused entirely on the screen. "Okay. Night" she stood up slowly, resisting the pain of where she had laid funnily, leaning down and kissing Richard's forehead before turning back once and going into her bedroom.
The next day arrived, the sun beginning to rise and almost become level with the apartment windows. Monica woke up, her hair wildly across the pillow, she turned over to watch Richard sleep, the way he breathed in and out, his nostrils slowly opened and closed, and he looked so peaceful. She carefully slide on her hip out of the bed, trying her hardest not to disturb him, as she slowly turned the doorknob walking into the kitchen. "Chandler?" Monica asked. She began rubbing her eyes, not sure it was her friend sleeping on the sofa or if she was still dreaming. "Hey Mon" he replied softly, he wiped his lips with his tongue, slowly sitting up keeping the blanket wrapped warmly around him still. "Why are you sleeping on my sofa?" Monica asked, she began cooking pancakes, Chandler's favourite dish, she guessed he could do with something he liked. "Joey has a girl at the apartment" Chandler replied awkwardly back, he'd never been the relationship type, he was scared of his own shadow and his past experiences only lead him to close up inside. Monica walked over during his speech, handing him the plate of pancakes, the smell fled through the entire building like a fire. "Chandler?" Richard asked confused, he slowly walked over toward the kitchen table, looking back a few times over his shoulder wondering why one of Monica's friends had been sleeping on the sofa. "Don't you have your own home, like over there?" he pointed to across the hall. Chandler smirked, he never liked Richard, not only because he couldn't grow facial hair, but the way he was with Monica. He loved her, but was always more of a close friend. Instead of responding he turned his head and smiled. All the sarcastic thoughts grew like vines among his brain, insults and jokes but yet he it couldn't say any of them while Monica was in the room.
The front door opened widely, Joey was revealed, topless but with long pyjama bottoms on "Joey what are you doing here?" Monica asked, still standing next to the cooker as she continued to make the remaining pancakes. "I smelt food" he simply said, most comments that came out of his mouth we're blank, and uneducational. Monica sighed, she knew it was only a matter of time before he smelt the breakfast and made himself comfortable around her apartment. "Here you go boys" she handed them unequal amounts, Joey had 6 and Richard had 4. "Wait how can he has 6 Mon?" Richard blurted out, they both sat watching Joey eat them like dust. "That's why" Richard looked over again and the plate was cleaned and empty.
