Yellowstone
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not Friends, nor do I own anything else!
A/N: Yes, I know it takes a little while for the Friends to appear here in my story, but they WILL, I PROMISE!!!
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DAY ONE
It was one of those days where you're sure something big is going to happen. It wasn't like I had just been sitting on the sofa with my friends thinking about it, I mean, it was a big day anyway. That day I was heading towards Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming with my parents, my brother Allen, my best friend Kelsey and my brother's best friend Trevor.
All day I had been convinced that along with having the time of our lives, we would be getting something else along with that. I stared out the window, looking at all the, well, nothing rolling along outside. Kelsey sat next to me, shuffling a deck of cards absently. I the next set of seats up, Allen and Trevor were perched, playing with Army men the best that they could in the van. A video played on the television overhead, but no one was paying attention to it.
Kelsey and I began to play a never-ending game of blackjack, betting Jolly Ranchers and Tootsie Rolls instead of money. Mom and Dad sat, casually sipping Diet Cokes as we kept on driving, chatting about boring topics and ignoring the boys' discussion of heavily armed soldiers and Kelsey and I's gambling in the backseat.
It was around dinner time when we arrived at the hotel, and Kelsey had taken loads of candy from me. Kelsey, Trevor, Allen and I were forced to share a room while Mom and Dad got their own. Kelsey and I ripped our luggage as Dad handed me the key to our room, which was on the opposite side of the motel than theirs.
We ran upstairs to the room and flung our stuff onto the floor. Trevor and Allen immediately began leaping up and down on their bed, and Kelsey and I ran and stole the free soap. The four of us all plopped down in assorted places around the room as our parents walked through the door, holding bags of McDonalds and drinks for us.
Allen and Trevor cheered and stampeded over to them, snatching away the food that was for them, as Kelsey and I slowly crossed the room, trying to avoid trampling the boys' Army men.
That night at 12 o'clock, we were all asleep, our room a total mess, with candy wrappers, empty fast-food bags and plastic cups strewn about and the TV proudly displaying the home shopping network.
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DAY TWO
I blinked once as something tickled at my food. I wiped a trail of drool off of my cheek and looked down to see my brother and Trevor tickling my foot with my stuffed cow's tail.
I leapt out of bed, accidentally kicking Kelsey. She grunted and sat up, wiping at her eyes. I darted into the bathroom and put in my contacts, then looked at the digital clock on the side table, which read 9:13. I gasped and yanked on a pair of jeans with gaping holes in the knees. Everyone stared.
"We LEAVE at 9:30," I said, trying to clue them in. They nodded in agreement and we all bustled about, putting on various clothes. I slapped on a hat as my parents strode into our room.
"How'd you sleep?" Mom asked. I shrugged.
"Pretty good, I suppose. But someone," I shot a glare at Allen and Trevor. "Woke me up with my cow." Allen piped up.
"Well, we've been up since seven! Some punk kid was running around yelling outside!" Allen said dramatically, using wild gestures. I sighed as we packed up and headed down to the car. I sat in my usual seat as leaned back, putting my CD player on repeat. Before I knew it, I had dozed off...
--*--
"Wake up..." a voice echoed. It was Kelsey. "You have been sleeping for a LONG time, girl!" I sat up groggily. "We thought you had a heart attack or something," she said with a laugh. I blinked as the door to the back of the van opened.
"We're...there?" I asked incredulously. It was something I thought I had to be awake for, but it was...interesting this way too. I stared at Kelsey for a quick minute, and she looked back at me like I was messed up. In that instant I hurried out of the car, yanking the earphones from my ears.
I stopped in front of our cabin (which was actually more like a tiny hotel in the middle of an itty-bitty town) and took my contacts out (my eyes were killing me!) and placed my glasses onto my face. My hand reached for the doorknob, Kelsey right behind me, and I shivered in anticipation.
"Wait, didn't your parents say that this is a big cabin and we'd have to share it with like, six other people?" Kelsey asked. I nodded. "Do you actually know who they are?"
"Nah, but maybe they had some cute kids that are guys that are also our age..." I said with a raised eyebrow. At that time I took no notice of the SUV parked a little ways in front of our car. I laughed as I took a hold of the doorknob and turned it. I was just so happy about our trip.
The first thing my eyes focused on inside was a man with his back turned, admiring the hideous deer head hanging from the wall. He was putting a hat and a pair of sunglasses on it. My face contorted in horror as I saw that nearly everything in the cabin had an animal part on it, like a coat rack with animal hooves for hooks. But now the man was talking to the deer.
"How you doin'?" he asked in a way that made me sort of edge into the room, trying to stay a little ways away. But clumsiness had its way, and I ran smack into another guy I hadn't noticed before. He snapped around in surprise.
"Eek, sorry, just a little accident there," I mumbled, but then I got a good look at him. In my mind I angrily swore at myself as he looked at me.
"Uh, that's okay. I'm guessing that you're one of the people who will be staying with us here?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm Jane," I said, sticking my hand out, trying to comply with my sickeningly-sweet manners. He shook my hand.
"Hi, I'm Ross. I was just um, setting something up," he explained, fumbling around on the shelf behind him. I raised an eyebrow.
"Plastic...dinosaurs?" I asked, suppressing a smile. He looked miffed.
"Yes." And that was the end of that. 'Well, maybe not a good first impression of me,' I thought to myself. "But, um, this is Joey," he said, pointing to the guy communicating with the deer. A pair of women walked into the room, chatting to each other. "And Rachel and Phoebe," he said. I held my hand up as if to wave. "Chandler and Monica should be around here somewhere..."
"Hi," I said. "I'm Jane, and this is my best friend Kelsey. My brother Allen and his best friend Trevor should be around here somewhere. And my mom and dad are outside." Kelsey waved, and Ross' friend Phoebe realized something.
"Oooh, yeah!" she said. "Your brother and his friend must be the ones who ran into Chandler and Monica's room and started jumping on the bed when they weren't there!" she said, obviously proud of herself for remembering. I bit my lip. Already we were having sleeping arrangement problems, and it was only the first ten minutes...
But just then a dark haired woman and a guy with sandy hair stalked into the room. The woman was very angry about something.
"They're jumping on the bed, throwing candy wrappers everywhere! It's such a mess, and Chandler and I can't even go in there!" she shouted hysterically. It was then that she and the man who was obviously Chandler noticed Kelsey and I. Chandler spoke up first.
"Sweetie, are those your brothers?" he asked slowly.
"The blonde one is. The red-head is his best friend. And I'm not a sweetie, okay?" I said crossly. 'Stop doing that!' my conscience shouted madly. 'We'll be here for a eight days, right? Just one day and a weeks, try to get along!' I cleared my throat, seeing Chandler's taken-aback look.
"Sorry, it was a long drive, I'm just a little sleepy." Okay, so I lied. "Erm, would you like me and Kelsey to ask them to cool it?" I asked. Monica bobbed her head excitedly. "Right then." Kelsey led me back to where the two were, and it seemed that Monica was not exaggerating.
"Wheee!" Allen was shouting, jumping up and down. I closed the door in a rush.
"Allen! Trevor!" I hissed. "Get off of there! Someone already chose this room!"
"Says who?" Allen said with a smirk. "Their stuff isn't here." My mouth went slightly ajar, but Kelsey had a plan.
"Uh, guys, what exactly do you like about this room? Here, sit down, and we'll get the other people that want this room in here," she said. I opened the door and motioned for Monica and Chandler to come in.
"So, guys, we're going to talk about why we all want this room until we can work this out," Kelsey said. Monica folded her arms and glared at Trevor and Allen. "You and Chandler go first, Monica."
"Well, it's nice, got a big bed, a dresser and..." she trailed off. I pointed at the guys.
"Okay, go ahead," I said.
"Well, look, plenty of places to hide Army men so they can attack the cowboys and Indians!" Trevor protested.
"And the tan guy with the machine guy is sneaking up fast..." Allen said meaningfully.
"You mean our room is now the site of a world war?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah, if that was you want to call-HEY! No one said this is your room!" Allen countered.
"Cool it, guys," Kelsey and I warned in unison. God, if looks could kill, the four of them would be writhing around on the floor dead. Monica was digging her fingernails into Chandler's arm, glaring at the boys, and even though he was usually happy and easy-going, Allen had his teeth clenched and his fists were in little balls. Chandler and Trevor looked clueless but still kind of angry, firing imaginary daggers at each other.
I remembered this line that Allen had when he was playfully angry. 'I wish I could shoot blood out of my eyes!' he'd chirp. I stole a glance at him with this quote in my head, but perhaps I shouldn't have. I started laughing so hard it hurt. Kelsey, Allen and Trevor found it quite normal and began laughing at my snorting and being squeakier than a hamster badly in need of oil, but Chandler and Monica just stared.
I let out a long breath and looked back at Chandler and Monica. "Hee hee, sorry," I said guiltily. Monica looked around the room at the small groups of plastic figures and the wrappers tossed about. I bent over and scooped up a few foil wrappers from some Hershey Kisses and wadded them up into a ball.
"We need to work this out," Chandler said softly. I agreed silently and continued picking up more wrappers.
"Come on, guys, and pick this up," I muttered to the boys, who angrily began shoving little plastic men into a big box. Trevor sighed.
"Fine then, take it," he said bitterly. We stood up and walked back out into the kitchen area, where Mom was shaking hands with Rachel and complimenting her on her outfit and Dad was sitting the bags next to the fridge. I sighed and tied my flannel shirt around my waist and adjusted my hat on my head.
"Jane, I can't believe you slept through Yellowstone," Allen said with a gleeful smile. "Kelsey thought that she saw a bear but it was a tree stump, and when she told us, Dad stopped really fast. But you just kept on sleeping!" I grinned. Kelsey giggled and playfully punched him.
That was the way they were, and you'd think that they were brother and sister and not me and Allen. Allen and Kelsey were both very lively and got along so great it was scary. I was a dreamy type most of the time, often lost in some other place. Trevor was a mix of the two. How Kelsey and I became friends is a mystery to me, but opposites attract, right?
It was time for Trevor and Allen to choose a room, and Kelsey and I decided to take the one next to the kitchen. Allen and Trev chose the smallest room ("Better for battles") next to ours. I slumped onto the bed and opened my backpack, rooting through it. It had a brush, my CDs and the CD player, a flashlight, loads of extra batteries, an envelope and a bag of Jollies (Jolly Ranchers) that no one knew about. I opened the envelope and saw took out the pictures inside, of all of my pets.
Kelsey and I had made the decision that morning at 6:03 when we woke up. Kelsey had spent the night with me, and Trevor had stayed with Allen. We had decided to bring pictures to tack to the wall. So Kelsey had run to her house, unlocked the door, gotten pictures and run back in five minutes.
As I put up my picture of my parakeet Aberdeen sitting on my head, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Kelsey said as she folded her clothes up and put them in the first two drawers of the dresser. The door opened and Mom walked in.
"Jane, your dad and I are going to go on a hike. Do you want to come?" she asked. I considered that for a minute.
"Mom, I'm sorry, but my eyes really hurt, that's why I took my contacts out. And my knee is acting up again," I said apologetically. She nodded and stepped into the room, closing the door.
"Are you two okay with staying here with our 'roommates?'" she asked with finger-quotes. I glanced at Kelsey, who nodded, and that was that.
So the parents left and Kelsey and I finished unpacking. We walked out into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Eggs, butter and Jello were the only things on one shelf. I took the cartoon of eggs out, noting that there was a whole dozen left.
"Anyone want scrambled eggs?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, and Trevor and Allen ran in, followed by the guy who had spoken to the deer head, Joey.
"Okay, then sit down and wait for it!" I said with a sneer. Rooting through the cabinet, I found a skillet and started to cook, paying attention to what the guys were doing. They had turned on the TV, and Kelsey had wandered over to see what they were watching.
"Hey, why is that girl running on the beach in the rain?" I heard her ask. "Oh, someone is drowning...Baywatch?" she exclaimed. "Okay then," and she snatched up the remote and changed the channel to cartoons. "This is what ten-year-old boys should watch!" But Joey seemed happy with this too. They cheered as the coyote on the screen was pummeled by an oncoming train.
The eggs were finished so I scooped some out onto five plates and put them on the tiny table. The guys dove for a plate as I sprinkled pepper on mine and opened our cooler, taking out a bottle of Sprite and choked down my chalky-tasting vitamins.
"Take your vitamins Allen," I said. He winced but gulped them down and went back to shoveling eggs into his mouth. Monica strode into the room.
"Joey, do you know where Chandler-," she stopped. "Where'd you get those?" she asked, pointing at the eggs.
"Oh, from her," he said. "They're great, try some!" Joey held up a forkful of them to Monica, but she shook her head.
"Those were my eggs," she said. I cringed. Things couldn't have been worse between my family and Monica and Chandler.
"Easy, don't have a heart attack." 'No, no, no!' my conscience was practically smacking me for that one. 'You are an idiot, you know that? Moron.' Monica's face contorted in anger. I sighed as she left and Chandler came in talking to Phoebe.
Phoebe was holding an incense burner and an incense stick. She struck a match and lit it, sitting it on the table. Chandler plopped onto the floor and watched the TV with Joey, Trevor and Allen. Kelsey and I started playing blackjack again.
Monica came back in and sat next to Chandler, her head resting on his shoulder. The last people in the group joined us, Ross and Rachel.
"So, are you guys all, like, married to each other?" Kelsey asked with a mouthful of egg. Ross and Rachel shifted uncomfortably.
"Fix it, fix it!" I hissed.
"Well, um, Chandler and Monica, you guys are, right?" she stammered.
"Yes, we are," Chandler said. It was killing me, I had to speak up.
"You guys, I'm sorry if me and Allen and Kelsey and Trevor have given you a bad impression, but I'm sure we'll all have a great time. Isn't that right?" I said, my companions agreeing with me. Rachel nodded in agreement, and even Chandler and Monica grinned.
I stood up and went into me and Kelsey's room, taking my picture's off the wall and taking out my little photo album. I returned into the room, shutting the door behind me, making everyone turn to look at me.
"I was just wondering if you guys wanted to see some pictures?" I said. Trevor, Kelsey and Allen shook their heads and turned back to the TV set, which was understandable; they'd seen them a billion times.
But our "roommates" agreed to look at them, and apparently actually enjoyed my "boring" pictures of me asleep with my dog, me playing foosball on Christmas in my PJs and me with my cousins and Allen.
You could possibly say I was coming out of my shell by the time it was time for bed. I had put of a CD and actually danced (heaven forbid!) to it in front of everyone, and had the guts to wear my pajamas in front of everyone.
That night as I lay in the bed in my tank top under a bulky blue sweatshirt (carelessly bleached on accident by me) and pajama pants, I was excited to see what tomorrow would bring.
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Okay, my first Friends fanfic. I know it took forever for them to show up, and that this is an incredibly LONG fic. But I hope that you enjoyed it...? And I will be adding to it, if you people would like me to.
Bye!
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not Friends, nor do I own anything else!
A/N: Yes, I know it takes a little while for the Friends to appear here in my story, but they WILL, I PROMISE!!!
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DAY ONE
It was one of those days where you're sure something big is going to happen. It wasn't like I had just been sitting on the sofa with my friends thinking about it, I mean, it was a big day anyway. That day I was heading towards Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming with my parents, my brother Allen, my best friend Kelsey and my brother's best friend Trevor.
All day I had been convinced that along with having the time of our lives, we would be getting something else along with that. I stared out the window, looking at all the, well, nothing rolling along outside. Kelsey sat next to me, shuffling a deck of cards absently. I the next set of seats up, Allen and Trevor were perched, playing with Army men the best that they could in the van. A video played on the television overhead, but no one was paying attention to it.
Kelsey and I began to play a never-ending game of blackjack, betting Jolly Ranchers and Tootsie Rolls instead of money. Mom and Dad sat, casually sipping Diet Cokes as we kept on driving, chatting about boring topics and ignoring the boys' discussion of heavily armed soldiers and Kelsey and I's gambling in the backseat.
It was around dinner time when we arrived at the hotel, and Kelsey had taken loads of candy from me. Kelsey, Trevor, Allen and I were forced to share a room while Mom and Dad got their own. Kelsey and I ripped our luggage as Dad handed me the key to our room, which was on the opposite side of the motel than theirs.
We ran upstairs to the room and flung our stuff onto the floor. Trevor and Allen immediately began leaping up and down on their bed, and Kelsey and I ran and stole the free soap. The four of us all plopped down in assorted places around the room as our parents walked through the door, holding bags of McDonalds and drinks for us.
Allen and Trevor cheered and stampeded over to them, snatching away the food that was for them, as Kelsey and I slowly crossed the room, trying to avoid trampling the boys' Army men.
That night at 12 o'clock, we were all asleep, our room a total mess, with candy wrappers, empty fast-food bags and plastic cups strewn about and the TV proudly displaying the home shopping network.
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DAY TWO
I blinked once as something tickled at my food. I wiped a trail of drool off of my cheek and looked down to see my brother and Trevor tickling my foot with my stuffed cow's tail.
I leapt out of bed, accidentally kicking Kelsey. She grunted and sat up, wiping at her eyes. I darted into the bathroom and put in my contacts, then looked at the digital clock on the side table, which read 9:13. I gasped and yanked on a pair of jeans with gaping holes in the knees. Everyone stared.
"We LEAVE at 9:30," I said, trying to clue them in. They nodded in agreement and we all bustled about, putting on various clothes. I slapped on a hat as my parents strode into our room.
"How'd you sleep?" Mom asked. I shrugged.
"Pretty good, I suppose. But someone," I shot a glare at Allen and Trevor. "Woke me up with my cow." Allen piped up.
"Well, we've been up since seven! Some punk kid was running around yelling outside!" Allen said dramatically, using wild gestures. I sighed as we packed up and headed down to the car. I sat in my usual seat as leaned back, putting my CD player on repeat. Before I knew it, I had dozed off...
--*--
"Wake up..." a voice echoed. It was Kelsey. "You have been sleeping for a LONG time, girl!" I sat up groggily. "We thought you had a heart attack or something," she said with a laugh. I blinked as the door to the back of the van opened.
"We're...there?" I asked incredulously. It was something I thought I had to be awake for, but it was...interesting this way too. I stared at Kelsey for a quick minute, and she looked back at me like I was messed up. In that instant I hurried out of the car, yanking the earphones from my ears.
I stopped in front of our cabin (which was actually more like a tiny hotel in the middle of an itty-bitty town) and took my contacts out (my eyes were killing me!) and placed my glasses onto my face. My hand reached for the doorknob, Kelsey right behind me, and I shivered in anticipation.
"Wait, didn't your parents say that this is a big cabin and we'd have to share it with like, six other people?" Kelsey asked. I nodded. "Do you actually know who they are?"
"Nah, but maybe they had some cute kids that are guys that are also our age..." I said with a raised eyebrow. At that time I took no notice of the SUV parked a little ways in front of our car. I laughed as I took a hold of the doorknob and turned it. I was just so happy about our trip.
The first thing my eyes focused on inside was a man with his back turned, admiring the hideous deer head hanging from the wall. He was putting a hat and a pair of sunglasses on it. My face contorted in horror as I saw that nearly everything in the cabin had an animal part on it, like a coat rack with animal hooves for hooks. But now the man was talking to the deer.
"How you doin'?" he asked in a way that made me sort of edge into the room, trying to stay a little ways away. But clumsiness had its way, and I ran smack into another guy I hadn't noticed before. He snapped around in surprise.
"Eek, sorry, just a little accident there," I mumbled, but then I got a good look at him. In my mind I angrily swore at myself as he looked at me.
"Uh, that's okay. I'm guessing that you're one of the people who will be staying with us here?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm Jane," I said, sticking my hand out, trying to comply with my sickeningly-sweet manners. He shook my hand.
"Hi, I'm Ross. I was just um, setting something up," he explained, fumbling around on the shelf behind him. I raised an eyebrow.
"Plastic...dinosaurs?" I asked, suppressing a smile. He looked miffed.
"Yes." And that was the end of that. 'Well, maybe not a good first impression of me,' I thought to myself. "But, um, this is Joey," he said, pointing to the guy communicating with the deer. A pair of women walked into the room, chatting to each other. "And Rachel and Phoebe," he said. I held my hand up as if to wave. "Chandler and Monica should be around here somewhere..."
"Hi," I said. "I'm Jane, and this is my best friend Kelsey. My brother Allen and his best friend Trevor should be around here somewhere. And my mom and dad are outside." Kelsey waved, and Ross' friend Phoebe realized something.
"Oooh, yeah!" she said. "Your brother and his friend must be the ones who ran into Chandler and Monica's room and started jumping on the bed when they weren't there!" she said, obviously proud of herself for remembering. I bit my lip. Already we were having sleeping arrangement problems, and it was only the first ten minutes...
But just then a dark haired woman and a guy with sandy hair stalked into the room. The woman was very angry about something.
"They're jumping on the bed, throwing candy wrappers everywhere! It's such a mess, and Chandler and I can't even go in there!" she shouted hysterically. It was then that she and the man who was obviously Chandler noticed Kelsey and I. Chandler spoke up first.
"Sweetie, are those your brothers?" he asked slowly.
"The blonde one is. The red-head is his best friend. And I'm not a sweetie, okay?" I said crossly. 'Stop doing that!' my conscience shouted madly. 'We'll be here for a eight days, right? Just one day and a weeks, try to get along!' I cleared my throat, seeing Chandler's taken-aback look.
"Sorry, it was a long drive, I'm just a little sleepy." Okay, so I lied. "Erm, would you like me and Kelsey to ask them to cool it?" I asked. Monica bobbed her head excitedly. "Right then." Kelsey led me back to where the two were, and it seemed that Monica was not exaggerating.
"Wheee!" Allen was shouting, jumping up and down. I closed the door in a rush.
"Allen! Trevor!" I hissed. "Get off of there! Someone already chose this room!"
"Says who?" Allen said with a smirk. "Their stuff isn't here." My mouth went slightly ajar, but Kelsey had a plan.
"Uh, guys, what exactly do you like about this room? Here, sit down, and we'll get the other people that want this room in here," she said. I opened the door and motioned for Monica and Chandler to come in.
"So, guys, we're going to talk about why we all want this room until we can work this out," Kelsey said. Monica folded her arms and glared at Trevor and Allen. "You and Chandler go first, Monica."
"Well, it's nice, got a big bed, a dresser and..." she trailed off. I pointed at the guys.
"Okay, go ahead," I said.
"Well, look, plenty of places to hide Army men so they can attack the cowboys and Indians!" Trevor protested.
"And the tan guy with the machine guy is sneaking up fast..." Allen said meaningfully.
"You mean our room is now the site of a world war?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah, if that was you want to call-HEY! No one said this is your room!" Allen countered.
"Cool it, guys," Kelsey and I warned in unison. God, if looks could kill, the four of them would be writhing around on the floor dead. Monica was digging her fingernails into Chandler's arm, glaring at the boys, and even though he was usually happy and easy-going, Allen had his teeth clenched and his fists were in little balls. Chandler and Trevor looked clueless but still kind of angry, firing imaginary daggers at each other.
I remembered this line that Allen had when he was playfully angry. 'I wish I could shoot blood out of my eyes!' he'd chirp. I stole a glance at him with this quote in my head, but perhaps I shouldn't have. I started laughing so hard it hurt. Kelsey, Allen and Trevor found it quite normal and began laughing at my snorting and being squeakier than a hamster badly in need of oil, but Chandler and Monica just stared.
I let out a long breath and looked back at Chandler and Monica. "Hee hee, sorry," I said guiltily. Monica looked around the room at the small groups of plastic figures and the wrappers tossed about. I bent over and scooped up a few foil wrappers from some Hershey Kisses and wadded them up into a ball.
"We need to work this out," Chandler said softly. I agreed silently and continued picking up more wrappers.
"Come on, guys, and pick this up," I muttered to the boys, who angrily began shoving little plastic men into a big box. Trevor sighed.
"Fine then, take it," he said bitterly. We stood up and walked back out into the kitchen area, where Mom was shaking hands with Rachel and complimenting her on her outfit and Dad was sitting the bags next to the fridge. I sighed and tied my flannel shirt around my waist and adjusted my hat on my head.
"Jane, I can't believe you slept through Yellowstone," Allen said with a gleeful smile. "Kelsey thought that she saw a bear but it was a tree stump, and when she told us, Dad stopped really fast. But you just kept on sleeping!" I grinned. Kelsey giggled and playfully punched him.
That was the way they were, and you'd think that they were brother and sister and not me and Allen. Allen and Kelsey were both very lively and got along so great it was scary. I was a dreamy type most of the time, often lost in some other place. Trevor was a mix of the two. How Kelsey and I became friends is a mystery to me, but opposites attract, right?
It was time for Trevor and Allen to choose a room, and Kelsey and I decided to take the one next to the kitchen. Allen and Trev chose the smallest room ("Better for battles") next to ours. I slumped onto the bed and opened my backpack, rooting through it. It had a brush, my CDs and the CD player, a flashlight, loads of extra batteries, an envelope and a bag of Jollies (Jolly Ranchers) that no one knew about. I opened the envelope and saw took out the pictures inside, of all of my pets.
Kelsey and I had made the decision that morning at 6:03 when we woke up. Kelsey had spent the night with me, and Trevor had stayed with Allen. We had decided to bring pictures to tack to the wall. So Kelsey had run to her house, unlocked the door, gotten pictures and run back in five minutes.
As I put up my picture of my parakeet Aberdeen sitting on my head, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Kelsey said as she folded her clothes up and put them in the first two drawers of the dresser. The door opened and Mom walked in.
"Jane, your dad and I are going to go on a hike. Do you want to come?" she asked. I considered that for a minute.
"Mom, I'm sorry, but my eyes really hurt, that's why I took my contacts out. And my knee is acting up again," I said apologetically. She nodded and stepped into the room, closing the door.
"Are you two okay with staying here with our 'roommates?'" she asked with finger-quotes. I glanced at Kelsey, who nodded, and that was that.
So the parents left and Kelsey and I finished unpacking. We walked out into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Eggs, butter and Jello were the only things on one shelf. I took the cartoon of eggs out, noting that there was a whole dozen left.
"Anyone want scrambled eggs?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, and Trevor and Allen ran in, followed by the guy who had spoken to the deer head, Joey.
"Okay, then sit down and wait for it!" I said with a sneer. Rooting through the cabinet, I found a skillet and started to cook, paying attention to what the guys were doing. They had turned on the TV, and Kelsey had wandered over to see what they were watching.
"Hey, why is that girl running on the beach in the rain?" I heard her ask. "Oh, someone is drowning...Baywatch?" she exclaimed. "Okay then," and she snatched up the remote and changed the channel to cartoons. "This is what ten-year-old boys should watch!" But Joey seemed happy with this too. They cheered as the coyote on the screen was pummeled by an oncoming train.
The eggs were finished so I scooped some out onto five plates and put them on the tiny table. The guys dove for a plate as I sprinkled pepper on mine and opened our cooler, taking out a bottle of Sprite and choked down my chalky-tasting vitamins.
"Take your vitamins Allen," I said. He winced but gulped them down and went back to shoveling eggs into his mouth. Monica strode into the room.
"Joey, do you know where Chandler-," she stopped. "Where'd you get those?" she asked, pointing at the eggs.
"Oh, from her," he said. "They're great, try some!" Joey held up a forkful of them to Monica, but she shook her head.
"Those were my eggs," she said. I cringed. Things couldn't have been worse between my family and Monica and Chandler.
"Easy, don't have a heart attack." 'No, no, no!' my conscience was practically smacking me for that one. 'You are an idiot, you know that? Moron.' Monica's face contorted in anger. I sighed as she left and Chandler came in talking to Phoebe.
Phoebe was holding an incense burner and an incense stick. She struck a match and lit it, sitting it on the table. Chandler plopped onto the floor and watched the TV with Joey, Trevor and Allen. Kelsey and I started playing blackjack again.
Monica came back in and sat next to Chandler, her head resting on his shoulder. The last people in the group joined us, Ross and Rachel.
"So, are you guys all, like, married to each other?" Kelsey asked with a mouthful of egg. Ross and Rachel shifted uncomfortably.
"Fix it, fix it!" I hissed.
"Well, um, Chandler and Monica, you guys are, right?" she stammered.
"Yes, we are," Chandler said. It was killing me, I had to speak up.
"You guys, I'm sorry if me and Allen and Kelsey and Trevor have given you a bad impression, but I'm sure we'll all have a great time. Isn't that right?" I said, my companions agreeing with me. Rachel nodded in agreement, and even Chandler and Monica grinned.
I stood up and went into me and Kelsey's room, taking my picture's off the wall and taking out my little photo album. I returned into the room, shutting the door behind me, making everyone turn to look at me.
"I was just wondering if you guys wanted to see some pictures?" I said. Trevor, Kelsey and Allen shook their heads and turned back to the TV set, which was understandable; they'd seen them a billion times.
But our "roommates" agreed to look at them, and apparently actually enjoyed my "boring" pictures of me asleep with my dog, me playing foosball on Christmas in my PJs and me with my cousins and Allen.
You could possibly say I was coming out of my shell by the time it was time for bed. I had put of a CD and actually danced (heaven forbid!) to it in front of everyone, and had the guts to wear my pajamas in front of everyone.
That night as I lay in the bed in my tank top under a bulky blue sweatshirt (carelessly bleached on accident by me) and pajama pants, I was excited to see what tomorrow would bring.
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Okay, my first Friends fanfic. I know it took forever for them to show up, and that this is an incredibly LONG fic. But I hope that you enjoyed it...? And I will be adding to it, if you people would like me to.
Bye!