AN: Hey guys! I'm back and this time.ready for this? A SERIES!! Yes, that's
right. A series. All of my fics have been standalones, so this'll be my
first series. Omg I'm so nervous.
I know this idea has circled around the various websites but I wanted to
try it out. It's an e-mailing/IM (instant messenger) fic. And of course!
It's between Monica and Chandler...ummm duh! On with the series..
Chapter One
Monica sighed as she walked into the dark apartment. The gold labeling on it verifying that it was apartment twenty. She'd lived in it for a few odd years. Had two roommates. One who she currently lives with. Rachel Green. Rach was Monica's best friend. She was also the biggest gossip in the universe. They'd known each other since they were five. Phoebe was her old roommate. She had moved out because Monica was just too had to live with. Phoebe was more loose, and carefree-and Monica was.well she was more uptight. Especially about spills and cleanliness. As she walked through the living room to her room the light suddenly flashed on.
"Monica?" Rachel called.
"What is it Rach? I'm really not in the mood for all the questions you're just dying to ask. Please, save it until tomorrow."
"Wow. That bad huh?" Rachel countered.
"That was probably the worst date, ever! I'm just going to go change, check my mail and go to bed. Night Rach." Monica called from her bedroom, as her door shut tight.
"Sweet dreams!" Rachel yelled.
~
After Monica had gotten her night clothes on and teeth brushed she climbed in bed and turned on her laptop.
"You've got mail." The over-friendly voice said.
As she double clicked on the 'Read Mail' button she sighed and began to read the subjects.
"Junk, junk," she continued to read.
"Junk, penis enlargement." She looked down. "I think I'm fine how I am." She said to herself sarcastically.
"Breast enlargement, Nude pics of Pamela Anderson." What the hell? She finished deleting her mail until she came upon an unfamiliar screen name.
"FoosballFiend." Sounds interesting enough. She continued on as she double clicked on the name to read the message enclosed.
Dear JavuChef,
I saw your screen name and e-mail address in the Member Directory of AIM. I like your screen name. It's unique.
So you're a chef, huh? That's really cool. Ugh I sound like a 6th grader. Do you like your job? I don't like mine. I'm a data processor. Sound interesting? Wrong. It sucks. I don't know why I'm still at it. I just sit at a computer all day looking at numbers. Woo hoo! Partay! Sorry I get a little sarcastic and uncomfortable when I'm nervous. I don't know why I am. I mean you probably live in like California or Nevada. Somewhere far away and you'll never meet me. Look at me, I'm babbling. Oh god, I'll just go and leave you alone. Umm.yeah e-mail me back if you weren't complete freaked out by me. Bye.
-FoosballFiend 25/m/ny
P.S. Maybe we can admit our real names.
Monica read it again. She was intrigued. This 'fooseballfiend' seemed harmless. She decided to e-mail him back. 'What the hell?' She thought to herself.
Dear FoosballFiend,
You seem to have a knack for talking with girls. And no, you did not freak me out. I found your e-mail intriguing. And also, your screen name, it's unique too.
So you like foosball, huh? It's way better than actual soccer. More fun, less exercise and running all around.
So what do you like to do for fun? I just hang out with my brother and our friends. There's Ross, (that's my brother), his girlfriend Rachel, (also my best friend) our pal Phoebe and Joey. They're all really nice people. I see you live in the city. I do too. It's at Greenwich Village. Nice little neighborhood. The only thing about it is Joey coming over at 10 o'clock every morning demanding breakfast. Actually, I don't mind that much because I LOVE to cook. It's been my passion since I could remember. I had those little 'Easy Bake Ovens'. Yeah, I loved it so much I opened 'Easy Monica's Bakery'. Whoops, now you know my name. Oh well. It was bound to happen anyways. See, now I'm rambling.I guess I'll go. It was nice talking to you. Hope you 'type' back.
-Monica
P.S. Now that you know mine, it's only fair for me to know yours.
Content with her e-mail, Monica signed out of her account and put her laptop away and went to bed.
AN: Well, that's it for the first chapter. Hope you liked it. Please tell me if I should really, truly, HONESTLY should continue it. I want brutal honesty people!! BRUTAL!!! Ha.ha.just kidding, please be easy on me(
Chapter One
Monica sighed as she walked into the dark apartment. The gold labeling on it verifying that it was apartment twenty. She'd lived in it for a few odd years. Had two roommates. One who she currently lives with. Rachel Green. Rach was Monica's best friend. She was also the biggest gossip in the universe. They'd known each other since they were five. Phoebe was her old roommate. She had moved out because Monica was just too had to live with. Phoebe was more loose, and carefree-and Monica was.well she was more uptight. Especially about spills and cleanliness. As she walked through the living room to her room the light suddenly flashed on.
"Monica?" Rachel called.
"What is it Rach? I'm really not in the mood for all the questions you're just dying to ask. Please, save it until tomorrow."
"Wow. That bad huh?" Rachel countered.
"That was probably the worst date, ever! I'm just going to go change, check my mail and go to bed. Night Rach." Monica called from her bedroom, as her door shut tight.
"Sweet dreams!" Rachel yelled.
~
After Monica had gotten her night clothes on and teeth brushed she climbed in bed and turned on her laptop.
"You've got mail." The over-friendly voice said.
As she double clicked on the 'Read Mail' button she sighed and began to read the subjects.
"Junk, junk," she continued to read.
"Junk, penis enlargement." She looked down. "I think I'm fine how I am." She said to herself sarcastically.
"Breast enlargement, Nude pics of Pamela Anderson." What the hell? She finished deleting her mail until she came upon an unfamiliar screen name.
"FoosballFiend." Sounds interesting enough. She continued on as she double clicked on the name to read the message enclosed.
Dear JavuChef,
I saw your screen name and e-mail address in the Member Directory of AIM. I like your screen name. It's unique.
So you're a chef, huh? That's really cool. Ugh I sound like a 6th grader. Do you like your job? I don't like mine. I'm a data processor. Sound interesting? Wrong. It sucks. I don't know why I'm still at it. I just sit at a computer all day looking at numbers. Woo hoo! Partay! Sorry I get a little sarcastic and uncomfortable when I'm nervous. I don't know why I am. I mean you probably live in like California or Nevada. Somewhere far away and you'll never meet me. Look at me, I'm babbling. Oh god, I'll just go and leave you alone. Umm.yeah e-mail me back if you weren't complete freaked out by me. Bye.
-FoosballFiend 25/m/ny
P.S. Maybe we can admit our real names.
Monica read it again. She was intrigued. This 'fooseballfiend' seemed harmless. She decided to e-mail him back. 'What the hell?' She thought to herself.
Dear FoosballFiend,
You seem to have a knack for talking with girls. And no, you did not freak me out. I found your e-mail intriguing. And also, your screen name, it's unique too.
So you like foosball, huh? It's way better than actual soccer. More fun, less exercise and running all around.
So what do you like to do for fun? I just hang out with my brother and our friends. There's Ross, (that's my brother), his girlfriend Rachel, (also my best friend) our pal Phoebe and Joey. They're all really nice people. I see you live in the city. I do too. It's at Greenwich Village. Nice little neighborhood. The only thing about it is Joey coming over at 10 o'clock every morning demanding breakfast. Actually, I don't mind that much because I LOVE to cook. It's been my passion since I could remember. I had those little 'Easy Bake Ovens'. Yeah, I loved it so much I opened 'Easy Monica's Bakery'. Whoops, now you know my name. Oh well. It was bound to happen anyways. See, now I'm rambling.I guess I'll go. It was nice talking to you. Hope you 'type' back.
-Monica
P.S. Now that you know mine, it's only fair for me to know yours.
Content with her e-mail, Monica signed out of her account and put her laptop away and went to bed.
AN: Well, that's it for the first chapter. Hope you liked it. Please tell me if I should really, truly, HONESTLY should continue it. I want brutal honesty people!! BRUTAL!!! Ha.ha.just kidding, please be easy on me(