HI! this is my second story. i hope it's better than the ffirst one, which suckes.
this is a story based on a dream I had. i am wierd, deal with it.
I'm only gonna say this once
I OWN NOTHING! If i was Disney i would, but i'm not so i dont.
But I do kinda own Alex. like, i've edited her.
You'll see what I mean later on.
PLEASE DON't SUE ME!
Monica: Joey, you can't keep eating our food! We need it for the party!
Joey: so? I only want 5 sandwiches, 3 beers and a box of cookies!
Chandler (from across the hall): and were running low on pizzas!
*Rachel walks in from her room*
Rachel: you do know he's camping out there!
*they look through the peephole. Sure enough, there was a tent out there.*
Monica: Damn! *she stamps the floor*
*few seconds later*
*monica opens the door*
Mr Heckles: you're doing it again. It's disturbing my babies.
Rachel: you don't have babies
Mr Heckles: I could have babies.
Monica: men can't have babies, they don't have a womb!
Mr Heckles: I could have a womb.
*Joey bursts in through the door. But the fridge is missing.*
Joey: alright, where is the food? A man needs food! WHERE'S THE DAMN FOOD?!
*he runs into Rachel's room*
* he runs out again*
Joey: where is the food?
Monica: ill tell you in the coffee house. We have 5 minutes until Pheobe's gig.
*** in the coffee house***
Pheobe: "Smelly cat, Smelly cat. What are they…"
* a girl is pushed against the window. It smashes and the girl gets covered in glass.*
Monica: Oh My God!
*she runs towards the girl*
Monica: are you alright?
Girl (Hysterically): no. my. Family. abandoned me! The guy who threw me…. They're possessed! They hate me! My dad. my mum. Harper. Dean. Possessed. voldemort…
Joey: well, all I heard was nomyfammi abohn thetrjsh hate damurpedn and volleyball. I mean, she got hit through a window and wants to play volleyball? And it is winter!
Chandler (surprised): Wow, Joey. That is the longest sentence I've ever heard you say!
Pheobe: Mon, I think she needs some sleep. I mean, look at how pale she is!
Monica: come on!*she picks her up* and I think you need a warm bath, you're stone cold.
Girl (still hysterical): not a bath, no, water, no.
***Upstairs***
Rachel: so, why not a bath?
Girl: well, i….so…ill be fine with a water bottle, or blankets. Honest!
Chandler; YEY! I get the candle bath and YOU DON'T!
Girl (under her breath): gay.
Ross: so, what's your name?
Girl: Alex, Alex Russo.
D'ya like? Or not.
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Luvz, Hatsyetta Chocolate