This has been simmering in my head for a while now. Phoebe is nineteen, Joey and Chandler are eighteen. They all know each other. Ross is eighteen, Rachel is seventeen and Monica is about to turn seventeen.
The Reavers
A man in a gas company uniform walked up to a Long Island house about eleven am. He was of medium height, had Italian features. Black hair and eyes.
He rang the bell. Waited for a while. Then rang the bell again and knocked at the door. Finally seeing no one was home and noticing there was no security notices up at the house, he walked away.
Ten minutes later, the same man and another walked up to the house. The taller of the two who had brown hair and blue eyes, walked over to the back of the house with a bag. While the other walked around the house looking for a weak opening to get inside.
Once around the back, he opened the electric box and disabled it. Finally after adjusting it he walked over to his friend.
"Ok, Joe. It's done." Chandler confirmed.
Once that was said, both walked to a side door and easily busted the lock. Then both went to work as reavers or burglars can do.
They then went to work on the house. Quickly, methodically, professionally. They grabbed silver, china, porcelain, electronics, money, coins, a fur, jewelry, and other items of value. From room to room they emptied desks and the drawers all over the house.
The family room they took the VCR and DVD players and the tapes and DVD's. The stereos tapes and CD's. The valuables were all pilled by the doorway. In the dining room, the silver was thrown into bags and the china was carefully put in a box that was found in the garage. In the study, a small safe, computer and such equipment was taken to the front door. As well as a coin collection.
It was there that Joey found a whole collection of Playboys. "Oh, a subscriber of the classics! MINE now!" He then started to look at them.
"Later we have to get this job done." He started to leave the room.
"Awe, but Chandler…" Joey followed after him.
"Joey…" "Fine." Joey growled.
Then they went upstairs to the bedrooms. The master bedroom, they procured the luggage, and started to pile more valuable things in them. A checkbook, bank statements and credit card offers as well as getting the social security numbers as well as the family passports. All four of them the parents and the two teenage kids.
A fur, jewelry, a painting and so forth. In the son's room, they took a microscope, a telescope, a stamp collection, a porcelain collection of dinosaurs as well as signed pictures as well. A TV and VCR and a lot of dinosaur stuff. VHS tapes and books on the subject and so forth.
"A dinosaur clock, dinosaur PJ's, dinosaur curtains, dinosaur bedspread, dinosaur toys, dinosaur books. Everything is dinosaurs! Let me guess he has never grown up." "More than likely Joe. Now let's turn everything out." After a bit, they found some more. "Well, well, well…. Looks like that he also has been into the same stuff as his dad. Guess he has never been laid." Joey showed his stash of the magazines.
"Alright, fine, on to the next room." They went to the daughter's room and they could see that she had old quilts and so forth. "Why do I have a feeling that all we are going to find is a bit of jewelry?"
"You are probably right, dude." Joey then started to rifle through the dresser.
Chandler went over to the bed and flipped the mattress over. And saw a diary. He then started to read it. What he saw, he did not like. He then looked at the pictures. Shook his head and sighed.
"Joe, we got enough, let's leave her stuff alone."
"But… there might be something valuable."
"All of this is sentimental to her. The most valuable piece in here is this handmade quilt and it will not bring us much. I guess we can get the jewelry."
"Fine. I guess we got enough. I will get started loading the van." He then left the room. Chandler grabbed a picture of the young girl. and placed it inside his pants pocket. Chandler then picked up the jewelry and left.
They then went down and started to load up their van with the haul. Chandler went to the garage and with the keys he found, he commandeered the Porsche. And they both quickly drove back to the city. Unloaded and went back to one more house. A friend of the family and an optometrist.
With his house, there was more of a security system. But with Chandler's bypassing the security, they were able to easily get inside of the place. In there they found a small safe that they took. Later on they found that it included jewelry, stock certificates, bonds, credit cars, passports and so forth.
They also loaded up on the silver, a couple of paintings, a lot of electronics and equipment. Three computers, four television sets and two VCRs and numerous VHS tapes. They also found three furs. An old heirloom watch. A coin set and old confederate money collection. As well as numerous movies and documentaries of the Civil War.
"This guy is almost as bad as the dino geek! I mean look at his love of Civil War stuff." Joey exclaimed. As Chandler walked in.
"Hmmm…some uh, hobby. But look what I found. Keys to a Trans-am."
"Cool. But I get to driveit this time."
"Deal. But you follow me back to the city and I will get the Pourshe and we both will sell them together."
"Sounds good."
"Did we get everything?"
"I think so."
"Let's go. I am starving." "What about the Civil War stuff?"
"Let's take it all. People would pay high dollar for a who9le, complete collection like this." "Including the books?"
"Everything.." They then loaded up the van and even took the off road motor bike and also put it in first. Then added everything else. As well as an Oriental rug and an Afghan rug as well as a few things that were collected rumoring countries like India, Spain, France, England and the Far East.
They sold it to their fence or Phoebe Buffay who worked in a pawn shop and was dating Joey. All in all they made whopping $11800. Not bad for one day of work.
That night, Joey and Phoebe went out to eat. While Chandler sat back on his recliner and took a swig of his beer while he read from the diary that he took with him.
According to the small book, the poor girl was alone and everything was about her brother. It wasn't that she was not loved, it was that she was forgotten or pushed aside. He knew how that felt. They were just like each other. And the more that he looked at her picture, the more he felt attracted to her.
What do you guys think? Please review. I am going to get everything else done as soon as I can.