A/N: Started a new fic. lol, I have a whole bunch of fics in my files and I've got billions of pages in my notebooks [lecture notebooks *shuffles guilitily*] scribbled with fic ideas. This is just another one of those. q= I happened to get the idea while listening to a friend singing some weird song about seeing the future and stuff...I guess I'm finally taking the chance and posting this one before I lose my confidence about it. That's what happened to all the rest. *points at notepad files in hidden folder* hehe. I don't know if I should continue this fic or not. Tell me what you guys think. *puffs chest* I know I'm a pretty crappy author [compared to the writing greats on ff.net] and I'm ready for whatever flames you throw at me.
Disclaimer: I've stolen them all!! They belong to me!! They all belong to me!!! mwah!!!!...didja know it's Opposite Day today?
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
"Get - out!!!" Monica screamed. Joey scrambled the couch, scared, and rushed out of the apartment, mumbling a hurried apology on his way out. Monica took deep, shaky breaths as she stared at the gigantic coffee stain on the couch. She grabbed a torn piece of cloth off the window sill and began her task; rubbing the stain ferociously. It wasn't what happened that'd made her shout.
It was the fact that she knew that it was going to happen.
She returned the rag to the window after checking that the remnants of the stain were well and truly gone and sat down on the couch heavily. It was scary. One moment she had been watching television, and suddenly it felt as if another television had opened in her mind, and she had found herself seeing Joey lose his balance and let coffee spill onto the white couch.
Only half an hour later, the same scene happened - except this time, it had happened for real.
She shook her head. "Just coincidence," she murmured, getting up. "Just a concidence."
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
"Hey, guys," Monica greeted as she entered the coffeehouse. There were random 'hi's and 'hello's from her friends in reply. She signalled for a cappucino to Gunther. He nodded, she smiled as a 'thank-you' and sat down next to Rachel.
"What's up?" she questioned.
"Joey and I going double-dating tonight with his date and her friend," Chandler informed her. "Hopefully it isn't someone I know." He glanced at Joey meaningfully and Joey shrugged sheepishly.
"But relax, Chandler, I asked for the name and she said it was Jasmine or something."
Suddenly Monica closed her eyes. 'What the hell - ' she thought, then vigorously shook her head as if to shake her 'vision' out of her head. She opened her eyes to see the others staring at her blankly.
"Hey...Chandler...I have a feeling that Jasmine's gonna be sick and that Kathy's gonna go instead of her."
"What?" Ross said with a laugh. "Come on, New York's a big city...what're the chances that Joey's date knows THE Kathy?"
The others nodded and dismissed Monica's suggestion with laughs or chuckles, except for Phoebe. She stared straight at the brunette. When Monica finally looked up at her, Phoebe mouthed the words 'Talk to me later'. Monica, though confused, nodded.
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
"You're psychic, hun," Phoebe told her friend. Monica had spent the last half an hour explaining what had been happening for the past few days.
"I'm what?" Monica asked. She knew what Phoebe had said - hell, she had even thought so herself - but now that it came out of someone's mouth, it seemed...weird. Unreal.
"You're pyschic. You closed your eyes and did that thing my own psychic does."
"I'm psychic," Monica repeated, "I'm psychic." She smiled. She liked the sound of that. "But how?"
"Did anything weird happen lately?"
"Erm..." she screwed up her nose as she tried to think. "Uh, yeah, I fell at work last Tuesday and hit my head against the kitchen wall. When I opened my eyes the lights flickered then went back to normal."
"That must've been it," Phoebe declared. "The knock on the head obviously made you psychic instead of making to lose your memory or something."
Monica chuckled. "Yeah, probably." She blinked as a thought suddenly occured to her. "Hey, Pheebs, you don't mind, right?"
Phoebe shook her head, giggling slightly. "Why would I?"
"I dunno...it's just that you've wanted to be psychic for ages, and I got it instead of you, and - "
"Oh come on."
"You don't think I'm stealing your thunder?" she questioned with a small frown.
"Nah. In fact it's kinda cool. And I don't havta pay fifty bucks for my psychic anymore." She leaned forward and punched her shoulder with a grin. "I have you."
They chuckled.
"Yeah, so I'm gonna go," Phoebe said, getting up. "See ya tomorrow then, Mon."
"See ya." Monica threw up her hand as if waving goodbye. Phoebe began walking towards the door. "Hey, and Pheebs?" The blonde turned. "Could you not tell any of the others about this yet? I guess I don't wanna let them know yet."
"Kay," she replied without any question and left, leaving Monica alone with her thoughts.
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
Monica rolled over in bed, unable to sleep, and opened her eyes. She squinted when the red numbers on the clock glared defiantly back at her.
11:30. So she had been tossing and turning for over two hours. She sat up, running her fingers through her messy hair. She grabbed a comb from the bedside table.
She had been combing her hair for around fifteen minutes when a knock was heard on the door. 'Probably Rachel,' she thought. "Come in!"
"Hey, Mon."
She looked up. "Chandler!" She glanced at the clock. "What're you doing here?"
"Just came back from my date." He closed the door behind him and leant against it. Water dripped from his clothes and onto the carpeted floor but it was the least of both of their worries. "How did you know that Kathy was gonna come?"
"She did?! Oh my God what happened?" Monica discarded the comb hurriedly.
"I left," he answered simply. "She followed me and asked me what was wrong, I told her what I thought and I didn't wait for reaction and just left."
"And what do you think?" she asked.
Chandler shrugged. "Dunno," he said. He didn't seem too comfortable about talking about what he thought and changed the subject. "How did you know?"
It was her turn to shake her shoulders nonchalantly. "Just coincidence."
He nodded. "Oh." There was a pregnant pause as she stared at him and he stared at everything but her.
"You're wet," Monica finally said, "And you're really late."
"It was raining when I was walking around. Y'know, thinking."
There was another silence which seemed to last longer. "Are you okay, Cee?" It was a nickname that she had devised as she often complained that his real name was too long to say. He had thought it girly at first, but soon got accustomed to it, after making her swear not to use it around anyone else.
Chandler looked at her. His face was wet but it was hard to tell where the wetness came from. He shook his head slowly. She slid off the bed to the floor. "Come 'ere," she whispered.
"I thought I was over her." He embraced her tightly after crawling over to her. "I really thought so."
"Yeah well. Life happens," she said, although knowing that it really didn't fit the situation.
"Yeah I guess." A few minutes later he pulled away, rubbed his eyes and chuckled nervously. "Look at me. I'm crying. And I got your t-shirt wet."
"It's okay. You're allowed to cry."
"Thanks," he said softly. He gave her one final hug, kissed her forehead and got up. "G'nite, Mon."
"Good night, Cee," she replied. He smiled at her and left.
Monica sighed and climbed into her bed. Her heart thudded loudly against her chest.
Funny. She was psychic but she had no idea about a lot of things. And her reasons for feeling that way towards Chandler was one of them.
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
Opinions thoroughly welcomed. G= Should I continue? and I looked up the dictionary for the past tense of 'lean' since I was unsure and it says it's sometimes leaned, sometimes leant. so yeah, whatever.
Disclaimer: I've stolen them all!! They belong to me!! They all belong to me!!! mwah!!!!...didja know it's Opposite Day today?
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
"Get - out!!!" Monica screamed. Joey scrambled the couch, scared, and rushed out of the apartment, mumbling a hurried apology on his way out. Monica took deep, shaky breaths as she stared at the gigantic coffee stain on the couch. She grabbed a torn piece of cloth off the window sill and began her task; rubbing the stain ferociously. It wasn't what happened that'd made her shout.
It was the fact that she knew that it was going to happen.
She returned the rag to the window after checking that the remnants of the stain were well and truly gone and sat down on the couch heavily. It was scary. One moment she had been watching television, and suddenly it felt as if another television had opened in her mind, and she had found herself seeing Joey lose his balance and let coffee spill onto the white couch.
Only half an hour later, the same scene happened - except this time, it had happened for real.
She shook her head. "Just coincidence," she murmured, getting up. "Just a concidence."
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
"Hey, guys," Monica greeted as she entered the coffeehouse. There were random 'hi's and 'hello's from her friends in reply. She signalled for a cappucino to Gunther. He nodded, she smiled as a 'thank-you' and sat down next to Rachel.
"What's up?" she questioned.
"Joey and I going double-dating tonight with his date and her friend," Chandler informed her. "Hopefully it isn't someone I know." He glanced at Joey meaningfully and Joey shrugged sheepishly.
"But relax, Chandler, I asked for the name and she said it was Jasmine or something."
Suddenly Monica closed her eyes. 'What the hell - ' she thought, then vigorously shook her head as if to shake her 'vision' out of her head. She opened her eyes to see the others staring at her blankly.
"Hey...Chandler...I have a feeling that Jasmine's gonna be sick and that Kathy's gonna go instead of her."
"What?" Ross said with a laugh. "Come on, New York's a big city...what're the chances that Joey's date knows THE Kathy?"
The others nodded and dismissed Monica's suggestion with laughs or chuckles, except for Phoebe. She stared straight at the brunette. When Monica finally looked up at her, Phoebe mouthed the words 'Talk to me later'. Monica, though confused, nodded.
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
"You're psychic, hun," Phoebe told her friend. Monica had spent the last half an hour explaining what had been happening for the past few days.
"I'm what?" Monica asked. She knew what Phoebe had said - hell, she had even thought so herself - but now that it came out of someone's mouth, it seemed...weird. Unreal.
"You're pyschic. You closed your eyes and did that thing my own psychic does."
"I'm psychic," Monica repeated, "I'm psychic." She smiled. She liked the sound of that. "But how?"
"Did anything weird happen lately?"
"Erm..." she screwed up her nose as she tried to think. "Uh, yeah, I fell at work last Tuesday and hit my head against the kitchen wall. When I opened my eyes the lights flickered then went back to normal."
"That must've been it," Phoebe declared. "The knock on the head obviously made you psychic instead of making to lose your memory or something."
Monica chuckled. "Yeah, probably." She blinked as a thought suddenly occured to her. "Hey, Pheebs, you don't mind, right?"
Phoebe shook her head, giggling slightly. "Why would I?"
"I dunno...it's just that you've wanted to be psychic for ages, and I got it instead of you, and - "
"Oh come on."
"You don't think I'm stealing your thunder?" she questioned with a small frown.
"Nah. In fact it's kinda cool. And I don't havta pay fifty bucks for my psychic anymore." She leaned forward and punched her shoulder with a grin. "I have you."
They chuckled.
"Yeah, so I'm gonna go," Phoebe said, getting up. "See ya tomorrow then, Mon."
"See ya." Monica threw up her hand as if waving goodbye. Phoebe began walking towards the door. "Hey, and Pheebs?" The blonde turned. "Could you not tell any of the others about this yet? I guess I don't wanna let them know yet."
"Kay," she replied without any question and left, leaving Monica alone with her thoughts.
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
Monica rolled over in bed, unable to sleep, and opened her eyes. She squinted when the red numbers on the clock glared defiantly back at her.
11:30. So she had been tossing and turning for over two hours. She sat up, running her fingers through her messy hair. She grabbed a comb from the bedside table.
She had been combing her hair for around fifteen minutes when a knock was heard on the door. 'Probably Rachel,' she thought. "Come in!"
"Hey, Mon."
She looked up. "Chandler!" She glanced at the clock. "What're you doing here?"
"Just came back from my date." He closed the door behind him and leant against it. Water dripped from his clothes and onto the carpeted floor but it was the least of both of their worries. "How did you know that Kathy was gonna come?"
"She did?! Oh my God what happened?" Monica discarded the comb hurriedly.
"I left," he answered simply. "She followed me and asked me what was wrong, I told her what I thought and I didn't wait for reaction and just left."
"And what do you think?" she asked.
Chandler shrugged. "Dunno," he said. He didn't seem too comfortable about talking about what he thought and changed the subject. "How did you know?"
It was her turn to shake her shoulders nonchalantly. "Just coincidence."
He nodded. "Oh." There was a pregnant pause as she stared at him and he stared at everything but her.
"You're wet," Monica finally said, "And you're really late."
"It was raining when I was walking around. Y'know, thinking."
There was another silence which seemed to last longer. "Are you okay, Cee?" It was a nickname that she had devised as she often complained that his real name was too long to say. He had thought it girly at first, but soon got accustomed to it, after making her swear not to use it around anyone else.
Chandler looked at her. His face was wet but it was hard to tell where the wetness came from. He shook his head slowly. She slid off the bed to the floor. "Come 'ere," she whispered.
"I thought I was over her." He embraced her tightly after crawling over to her. "I really thought so."
"Yeah well. Life happens," she said, although knowing that it really didn't fit the situation.
"Yeah I guess." A few minutes later he pulled away, rubbed his eyes and chuckled nervously. "Look at me. I'm crying. And I got your t-shirt wet."
"It's okay. You're allowed to cry."
"Thanks," he said softly. He gave her one final hug, kissed her forehead and got up. "G'nite, Mon."
"Good night, Cee," she replied. He smiled at her and left.
Monica sighed and climbed into her bed. Her heart thudded loudly against her chest.
Funny. She was psychic but she had no idea about a lot of things. And her reasons for feeling that way towards Chandler was one of them.
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
Opinions thoroughly welcomed. G= Should I continue? and I looked up the dictionary for the past tense of 'lean' since I was unsure and it says it's sometimes leaned, sometimes leant. so yeah, whatever.