Disclaimer: I do not own Friends or anything affiliated with the show.
This is a new story from me. I just can't seem to complete my other fics. Oh well. I hope you enjoy this new story. It's about friendship. I hope you like it.
Monday, March 1-3:00am-Chandler's dorm room
Chandler Bing crept into the dark room, slightly buzzed from the nights events, but still aware that if he woke his roommate that there'd be no end to the repercussions.
How in the hell did I get shacked up with such a stiff, he contemplated for a moment.
Feeling as though it'd taken an eternity to get to his surprisingly soft bed, Chandler sat down finally and took off his shoes.
Exchanging some shorts for his pants, he quietly wrapped the warm comforter around his body and sunk into a fitful slumber.
Eventually zoning into a dream state it was clear Chandler had, had a one-of-a-kind night.
It was a night that would remain with him, etched in his mind forever.
Tuesday, March 2-9:00am-Chandler's dorm room
Touchdown in the land of the delta blues, in the middle of the pouring rain…
The alarm sounded loudly, waking Chandler with a start.
He fumbled for the snooze button absentmindedly. Finally clicking it, he half dozed off.
However, realizing he wasn't at home anymore, he knew he had to get up. He had class in a half hour.
At least it was a good song, he thought.
Twenty minutes later he was dressed for success and off to a class he dreaded-French.
He thought of himself as the absolute worst in the class. He had no clue what he was doing.
Hopefully the professor wouldn't pick on him today.
Slinging his backpack over is shoulder and inserting his earphones from his ipod into his ears, he walked out the room to foresee the day.
12:07pm-same day-Just outside the UC
"Hey Chan, Chan man!" A voice bellowed from the University Center just north of him.
It was Ross, his best friend and confidant.
"Hey man, what do ya know?" Chandler answered.
"I know a lot of things, like that you're fly is open," Ross gestured coolly,
"Oh shit," Chandler said, embarrassed by the incident.
"So, you want to eat?" Without needing an answer Ross darted for the Food Court, his stomach groaning.
12:45pm-Food Court
"So, last night was pretty wild!" Ross glanced up from his plate of pizza, igniting conversation.
"That's an understatement." Chandler said shoving food into his mouth.
"True. I don't know how we survived." Ross ran a hand through his dark, sleek hair. Since he had arrived in college, he had begun to grow it out. That was in September.
"We were lucky. I guess God was with as last night." Chandler continued filling his belly with a greasy hamburger.
"Definitely," Ross looked through the window behind Chandler, reflecting on the previous night.
And that was all that was said about it.
To Be Continued…
Don't read too much into this. The previous night isn't too important to the overall story. Just a fun thing to write. I will write about it in the next chapter.