Hey! This is my first fanfic! I have finally had enough time to write one, so please read and review. I can cope with bad reviews! ;) (But would prefer a good one!)
DISCLAMIER; I do not own any of the characters except for the 2 barmen although the cute barmen is mentioned in TOW Rachel's big kiss!)
CHAN: How can you not be pregnant?
MON: Chandler
CHAN: There was a pregnancy test in our trash a positive pregnancy test.
MON: (confused) I swear to you; I haven't taken one.
CHAN:So if you're not pregnant then who the hell is?
[Over to the bridesmaids]
PHOE: Chandler being a dad, my God. The stork must be on crack.
RACH: Phoebs?
PHOE: So now Monica's gonna have two children in the apartment! (Laughs at her own joke)
RACH: (getting annoyed) PHOEBE!
PHOE: I guess my curse on Chandler didn't work.
RACH: Phoe HUH?
PHOE: Yeah I cursed him with a low sperm count after he told me I would never make it in my mission to be the Queen of England. As if! I could EASIERLY kick that old woman's ass and take over her throne. I got a top that would go *great* with that crown as well
RACH: (annoyed) PHOEBE!
PHOE: Sorry! What?
RACH: Can I tell you something?
PHOE: Sure
RACH: Well(whispers) OK um, please don't freak out. I can't keep this to myself anymore I'm the one that took that pregnancy test.
PHOE: (Shouts in shock) YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S PREGNANT?
[Everyone stares at Rachel in shock]
CHAN: (to Monica) OK my money's on Rachel
[Everyone is in shock. The music begins prompting the bride and groom to walk back down the aisle. They don't move.]
PHOE: (trying to distract everyone) Um er ROSS IS IN LOVE WITH CHANDLER'S DAD!
[The room turns to Ross in shock]
JOEY: (shocked) Rachel's pregnant?!
[Everyone turns back to Rachel]
PHOE: (still attempting to distract everyone) ROSS WENT TO A SPICE GIRLS CONCERT AND
MON: (total disbelief) Rachel is having a baby?
[Rachel runs out of the room, Monica runs after her.]
PHOE: Oh my God, what have I done?
JOE: (trying to distract everyone) OK um if everyone would go to the reception cause food's gonna be served soon oh and if anyone doesn't like chicken just put it right in a doggy bag and pass it right on over to Joey.
[Outside the museum]
MON: (approaching Rachel, softly) Rach
RACH: (crying) I'm sorry I ruined your wedding Mon.
MON: So is it true?
RACH: Yeah I guess well those tests can sometimes be wrong so
MON: Why didn't you tell me or any of us?
RACH: Cause it was the day before you're wedding and I didn't want to, you know, 'steal your thunder.'