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The first two paragraphs of this story are written in description. The rest is written in script. This takes place when Mon and Rach are still roomies. No-one is dating anyone else - yet.
Be kind with u're reviews! I'm only just 13!
The shop window was silvered in the prismatic sunlight. The watery sun sent kaleidoscopic patterns dancing down through the clouds onto the dusty, footmarked pavement. People hustled all around him, talking, chattering. A snippet of conversation here. A snippet of conversation there. Feet stumbled and lurched over his, and the biting wind did the same. It was bitterly cold.
The sun seemed to have been taken hostage by dark, thunderous clouds. Delicate, flickering patterns no longer lined the sidewalk. Instead, shadows loomed over his head. Yet he had to find it. He knew she would love it.
"Aagh!" Chandler finally achieved what he had been trying to avoid for the past hour - he tripped over his own shoes in the dense crowd and fell. He got up, rubbing his elbow where it had hit a concrete doorstep. Chandler looked up. A faded gold sign above him read, "Boyaldners jewellers: Makers of fine personalized items since 1848." Chandler smiled. The watery sun was beginning to tinge the ends of the clouds, casting a sliver of light onto his chestnut hair. He picked himself up, and pushed open the mahogany door.
Ross: You - put the tablecloth on! No, no, the little flowers have to be facing the other way!
Rachel: Why?!
Ross: Because the window is where the sun would be! And the flowers have to face towards the sun! And - JOEY PUT THAT SANDWICH DOWN!
Phoebe: Ross, calm down! Mon's going to love her surprise birthday party. Unless - Rachel, that tablecloth is longer on the right side than on the left side. And Joey! Put that sandwich DOWN and put on the happy birthday fridge magnets. NO, use a ruler! And -
Ross: Phoebe, calm down (in a high pitched imitation)
Rachel: There, is this all right?
Joey: No, because now the little tag is on the top left rather than the bottom right.
**Rachel makes strangling motion**
Rachel: Come on guys? Does everything have to be so perfect? I mean Mon is going to like whatever we do, cos we're her friends. She'll appreciate this.
Ross: Yeah, yeah she will. IN HEAVEN!
Joey: Do you want me to put the banner over here?
Ross: No, no, because then it won't be centred in the aura of the room.
**Joey does the wrist thing**
**Cut to jewellers where Chandler is talking to a jeweller. There is a long queue behind him**
Chandler: So the inscription will read...
Jeweller: To Monica from Chandler.
Chandler: Too wooden.
Jeweller: Happy Birthday Monica from Chandler.
Chandler: Too clichéd.
Jeweller: Is this a gift to a friend or to a partner?
Chandler: Oh, friend, friend, definitely friend, nothing else no definitely friend. A friend.
Jeweller: Remember this day forever Monica, love from Chandler.
Chandler: You're really bad at this. Too soppy.
Jeweller: Well, does your friend have a...nickname?
Chandler: Mon...(his face softens)
Jeweller: (wearily) What about a poem?
Woman in queue: Can I pay for this at another till? (Jeweller ignores her, woman walks out, still holding her item. The alarm goes off, and the woman starts to run. Still they take no notice)
Chandler: A poem! A poem! You are good at this!
Jeweller: So how about...
Scene fades out.
**Chandler strides into Mon and Rachel's apartment, holding his gift in a little bag. Only Ross and Joey are there**
Chandler: Hey, where's Pheebs?
Joey: She went out to buy a birthday cake.
Chandler: What about the one you guys were supposed to be making?
Joey: She fell on it.
Chandler: WHAT?
Joey: She saw a spirit in the ceiling and...it's a long story.
Ross: And Rachel's gone out to buy some more balloons.
Chandler: We already have balloons.
Ross: No we don't, Phoebe thought Ugly Naked Guy's window cleaner was an axe murderer and catapulted our balloons at him.
(Long pause)
Chandler: Oh, check it out guys! My present for Mon!
**He holds out a little blue box and they all crowd around it. However the camera is angled so we can't see what it is**
Joey: Dude! That's even prettier than my girlfriend..s!
Ross: Hey, what's it say on the back?
**Chandler turns it over**
Ross&Joey: (they read it) OH...MY...GOD!
Chandler: I know!
Joey: No, Chandler, Oh My God!!
Chandler: (even happier!) I know! Won't she love it?
Ross: Chandler, do you love my sister?
Chandler: NO! No, why would you think that? That inscription is from a friend...to another friend. Definitely a friend! Definitely a friend! Fefinitely a diend! Damn!
Joey: You LOVE her!
Chandler: (incredulous) No I Don't!
**Joey and Ross look at him**
Chandler: No!
**They keep looking**
Chandler: No! (just realising something) OH...MY...GOD!
**Commercial break**
To be continued ... what will happen at Mon's birthday party? What will she say to the gift? And what unexpected person is going to turn up?
Please review!
The first two paragraphs of this story are written in description. The rest is written in script. This takes place when Mon and Rach are still roomies. No-one is dating anyone else - yet.
Be kind with u're reviews! I'm only just 13!
The shop window was silvered in the prismatic sunlight. The watery sun sent kaleidoscopic patterns dancing down through the clouds onto the dusty, footmarked pavement. People hustled all around him, talking, chattering. A snippet of conversation here. A snippet of conversation there. Feet stumbled and lurched over his, and the biting wind did the same. It was bitterly cold.
The sun seemed to have been taken hostage by dark, thunderous clouds. Delicate, flickering patterns no longer lined the sidewalk. Instead, shadows loomed over his head. Yet he had to find it. He knew she would love it.
"Aagh!" Chandler finally achieved what he had been trying to avoid for the past hour - he tripped over his own shoes in the dense crowd and fell. He got up, rubbing his elbow where it had hit a concrete doorstep. Chandler looked up. A faded gold sign above him read, "Boyaldners jewellers: Makers of fine personalized items since 1848." Chandler smiled. The watery sun was beginning to tinge the ends of the clouds, casting a sliver of light onto his chestnut hair. He picked himself up, and pushed open the mahogany door.
Ross: You - put the tablecloth on! No, no, the little flowers have to be facing the other way!
Rachel: Why?!
Ross: Because the window is where the sun would be! And the flowers have to face towards the sun! And - JOEY PUT THAT SANDWICH DOWN!
Phoebe: Ross, calm down! Mon's going to love her surprise birthday party. Unless - Rachel, that tablecloth is longer on the right side than on the left side. And Joey! Put that sandwich DOWN and put on the happy birthday fridge magnets. NO, use a ruler! And -
Ross: Phoebe, calm down (in a high pitched imitation)
Rachel: There, is this all right?
Joey: No, because now the little tag is on the top left rather than the bottom right.
**Rachel makes strangling motion**
Rachel: Come on guys? Does everything have to be so perfect? I mean Mon is going to like whatever we do, cos we're her friends. She'll appreciate this.
Ross: Yeah, yeah she will. IN HEAVEN!
Joey: Do you want me to put the banner over here?
Ross: No, no, because then it won't be centred in the aura of the room.
**Joey does the wrist thing**
**Cut to jewellers where Chandler is talking to a jeweller. There is a long queue behind him**
Chandler: So the inscription will read...
Jeweller: To Monica from Chandler.
Chandler: Too wooden.
Jeweller: Happy Birthday Monica from Chandler.
Chandler: Too clichéd.
Jeweller: Is this a gift to a friend or to a partner?
Chandler: Oh, friend, friend, definitely friend, nothing else no definitely friend. A friend.
Jeweller: Remember this day forever Monica, love from Chandler.
Chandler: You're really bad at this. Too soppy.
Jeweller: Well, does your friend have a...nickname?
Chandler: Mon...(his face softens)
Jeweller: (wearily) What about a poem?
Woman in queue: Can I pay for this at another till? (Jeweller ignores her, woman walks out, still holding her item. The alarm goes off, and the woman starts to run. Still they take no notice)
Chandler: A poem! A poem! You are good at this!
Jeweller: So how about...
Scene fades out.
**Chandler strides into Mon and Rachel's apartment, holding his gift in a little bag. Only Ross and Joey are there**
Chandler: Hey, where's Pheebs?
Joey: She went out to buy a birthday cake.
Chandler: What about the one you guys were supposed to be making?
Joey: She fell on it.
Chandler: WHAT?
Joey: She saw a spirit in the ceiling and...it's a long story.
Ross: And Rachel's gone out to buy some more balloons.
Chandler: We already have balloons.
Ross: No we don't, Phoebe thought Ugly Naked Guy's window cleaner was an axe murderer and catapulted our balloons at him.
(Long pause)
Chandler: Oh, check it out guys! My present for Mon!
**He holds out a little blue box and they all crowd around it. However the camera is angled so we can't see what it is**
Joey: Dude! That's even prettier than my girlfriend..s!
Ross: Hey, what's it say on the back?
**Chandler turns it over**
Ross&Joey: (they read it) OH...MY...GOD!
Chandler: I know!
Joey: No, Chandler, Oh My God!!
Chandler: (even happier!) I know! Won't she love it?
Ross: Chandler, do you love my sister?
Chandler: NO! No, why would you think that? That inscription is from a friend...to another friend. Definitely a friend! Definitely a friend! Fefinitely a diend! Damn!
Joey: You LOVE her!
Chandler: (incredulous) No I Don't!
**Joey and Ross look at him**
Chandler: No!
**They keep looking**
Chandler: No! (just realising something) OH...MY...GOD!
**Commercial break**
To be continued ... what will happen at Mon's birthday party? What will she say to the gift? And what unexpected person is going to turn up?
Please review!