Look Who It Is
Chapter 1
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters.
Knock, knock, knock. That was the door at Rachel and Monica's apartment.
"I'll get it!" Rachel called to Monica. Rachel went to the door and opened it. She couldn't believe who was standing there.
"Oh my gosh! Nikki! I can't believe it's you!"
"Hey honey! I just moved here and I remembered that you lived in New York so I looked up you address so I could come say hi, and what do you know, I live a few doors down from you!"
"Oh my gosh. I just can't believe it's you. How are you? I haven't seen you in 10 years!"
"Oh, I'm great. I have a great husband and a 2-year-old daughter. I just couldn't be better! How are you?"
"I'm also great. I'm not married. I live in this apartment with Monica Geller. You remember her don't you? And I'm also in touch with Ross Geller. Do you remember him? I have more great friends also. I can introduce you to them later."
"Hey, Rachie, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. Maybe you can show me some restaurants and other places."
"Sure. Can I invite the gang?"
"If you want to."
"Hold on a sec. Lemme just get Monica. Monica! We have company. Come here!" Monica came rushing in and when she saw who it was, she too couldn't believe it.
"Hi Nikki. What are you doing here?"
"Oh I just moved in a few doors down." She turned back to Rachel. "Rachie, I gotta go. I'll see you at dinner tonight. I'll come to your apartment around 7 to pick you guys up. Make sure everyone is there. I want to meet them all. Even Ross." Then she turned on her heel and left. Monica quickly closed the door.
"We're going out to dinner with her?" Monica asked, waving a toilet plunger in her hand. She had just been cleaning. "You know how much I can't stand her. She didn't even notice that I'm not fat anymore."
"That doesn't matter Monica. Anyway, it's only one night."
"But she's moving in Rachie," Monica replied, imitating Nikki's voice and name for Rachel.
"That doesn't mean that you have to go see her. Just come on. Do it for me. And she has a 2-year-old daughter."
"A baby? I love babies. I'll come. Maybe she'll let me play with her or take care of her sometimes," Monica quickly replied. You could tell she was only doing it for the baby.
"Thanks. You don't know what it means to me."
