Yes, yes, I know, I am writing another fic when I should be finishing TSOCBD. But I had a spark of inspiration, thus I am starting another long one.
16 year old Rachel Greene stood at the mirror of her vanity, brushing her hair, in the frilly pink bedroom of her huge house. An extremely overweight Monica was sitting on Rachel's pink bed, munching a donut and listening to Rachel whine. As usual.
"Ugh! I can NOT believe my dad is making me get a job! My parents have all the money in the world and I get $500 a week for allowance! WHY do I need to get a JOB! Ugh!" Rachel's voice alternated between whiny and loud as she said this.
"Uhg hfrd yoghr mohnm sfy sumfin absut bldsifng chfruktar?" Monica said through a mouthful of donut.
"Omigod, Monica. That is SOOOO gross! Who talks with their mouth full! WHY am I even friends with you! Rachel yelled angrily. Monica hung her head in shame.
"I said, I heard your mom say something about building character." Monica said again quietly after swallowing,then took another bite.
"Building what? What does that mean! Ugh! Sometimes parents are soooo lame!" Rachel whined. "My stupid interview is at 3:30 tomorrow. I'm going to wear all clothes from Bloomingdale's. My purple half sleeve silk blouse with the black matte leather belt, with the butterfly buckle-you know the one. And my tight black cotton skirt with ruffles around the bottom and a split up to my mid thigh, with my black striped tights and black matte stilettos with the ruffles. The manager will be so enticed that he won't be able to resist giving me the job." She said, applying lip gloss to her plump barbie-pink lips.
"Where is the job you're applying for again?" Monica asked, finishing her donut.
"Bloomingdale's DUH! Geez Monica, have you not been listening to ANYTHING I have been saying! You are so useless!"
"But isn't the manager of Bloomingdale's a woman?" Monica asked, at the risk of being yelled at again.
"NO, Monica! Of course the manager isn't a woman! The ASSISTANT manager is a woman! She's the one who always kicks you out because the largest size they sell there is like an eight..." Rachel had to stop because she was laughing so much. "...and you're like what? a 320?"
"What is your problem today, Rach? You're acting so mean..." Monica ventured gently, not wanting to be the victim of another explosion.
"First off, PIG, I do not appreciate you saying such hurtful things to me! If you have something to say, why don't you say it to my face?" She said.
"I did say it to your face!" Monica screamed, face red with anger. "And if you are going to be mean to me like this all the time, maybe we should never speak again!" At this point, Rachel's eyes were wet with tears.
"I'm so nervous about the interview, I just..I just..." She sobbed. Monica walked over and patted her back.
"I'm sorry, Rach. I had no right to explode."
"No, you didn't! I try so hard to be nice to you, but you are so fat! I can't be seen with you in public! You're a really good person, but you obviously have some SERIOUS issues wiht self control...so if you don't lose like 900 pounds really quick, I'm gonna have to call this friendship off."
Monica cried into Ross' chest for most of that night.