I was watching Friends and one thing lead to another which lead to basing a story off it. So in this version Amy is Monica Ian is Chandler Dan is Ross Natalie is Rachel (even though Rachel isn't related to Chandler I think these two personalities match well) Sinead is Phoebe and Hamilton is Joey (another very good personality match). I think this will be fun... It won't match perfectly but it was only based off it the show.

BTW ages: Ian and Amy: 21 Dan and Natalie: 18 Sinead and Hamilton: 23

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Amy's POV

I smiled watching Nellie and Nick dance. They looked so happy. Everyone had always known they'd end up together forever but it only seemed like yesterday that she'd come home from college dragging along the quiet boy who was her new "best friend".

But obviously it hadn't been yesterday because this was their wedding reception.

The wedding had been pretty normal, save for the fact they'd thought it'd be cute to go to Paris for it. Honestly I think they were just interested in all the fancy French food. They'd said their vows and were now having their first dance as a married couple on the dance floor of a banquet room in a fancy hotel we were staying in.

I was happy for them, really. Nellie was my sister and, weirdly, the closest thing I've had since I was little to a mother – and a really cool one at that. But it also made me think about my own wedding. I was still young, sure. I'd only been of legal age to marry for like three years, I was still forgetting I was allowed to drink at times even. But I didn't have a boyfriend, I hadn't been in any long-term relationships since I broke up with Evan, my boyfriend of five years. The years were flying by, before I knew it I'd be old, unmarried and die alone.

I suddenly missed Evan. I mean I caught him cheating on me – with another guy – but I'd really loved him. Just because he loved someone else didn't mean I did.

I found myself standing over by the bar. Apparently I wasn't the only lonely person there. Two other women (I assumed they were the groom's relatives since I'd never seen them before), probably in their thirties, were drinking wine and complaining to each other about men.

"-and then there was Chris, omigod what was I even thinking there, am I right? Pretty face but he was so immature!" the blond girl said.

"All men are nowadays… It's impossible to find a meaningful relationship!" the brunette whined "The only decent ones are either married or gay."

I laughed bitterly at the sad truth in that. The blond must've heard me because she turned to look at me. "And what's so funny about that?" she snapped.

I rolled my eyes "Nothing at all, I was just thinking how true that is. Just when you think you have the right guy, you find him trading gum with his best friend…" I shook my head sadly.

Her glare softened. "Don't I know it, honey. You name it, we've been through it all."

Her friend nodded in agreement. "Why don't you sit with us? I'm Dana and she's Cassie, by the way. We're Nick's cousins."

I don't know why but I sat down and started talking to them. "I'm Amy, Nellie's sister."

"Well, Amy, why don't you tell us all about this boy? I'll get you a drink if you'd like." Cassie asked.

What the heck? I thought. It won't hurt to… socialize a little.

xXxXxXxXxXxXx A Certain Amount of Drinks Later xXxXxXxXxXxXx

"-I mean I guess I should have noticed when he said he took a sudden interest in my outfits too, but I just thought he was being nice!" I vented, taking yet another glass from the bartender.

"Please! Sweetie, the only time a guy cares what you're wearing is when he's A) thinking how easy it'd be to get off ya or B) thinking of trying a similar look for himself." Cassie slurred.

"Not true!" Dana protested "Dylan asked about my bag once to figure out what to get his other girlfriend!"

I was hearing this but my brain wasn't fully registering it. It was getting blocked by the big cloud of fog in my head.

"And those 'hunting trips' they took together… I knew he couldn't actually shoot anything… God, I'm so stupid!" It took me a lot longer to say that than it should have, especially considering how the words were run together.

We talked, drank and traded stories for a while until Cassie and Dana stumbled off with two guys who'd probably just be another story at the next family member's wedding.

I was alone at the bar and couldn't really see clearly enough to feel safe walking away alone. The floor looked like I would fall through it if I tried leaving, so I stayed there a little to just think a bit.

I then got an idea. An idea that in my right mind I would never have thought of. Considering my recent conversation about hating men you would think this to be counterproductive but I didn't see that somehow.

I tested the floor. I didn't fall, so I found my way to the elevator and pushed the button. I knew what button I pushed even though my room wasn't on that floor. I needed to see someone…

Ian's POV

Call me crazy but my hotel room was not the first place I expected Amy to be at quarter after midnight.

Before you ask, Natalie and I have become good friends with the Cahills since the whole Vesper thing was fixed so it's not weird that we were at Nellie's wedding. See I even got her name right! Proves we're friends now.

"Well, hello there. What brings you here at this hour, Amy?" I asked.

"I… shit I can't remember now…" she mumbled, looking down. I noticed she was holding the doorframe tightly. Well something was up here…

Before I could ask, she looked up. "I remember!" she stared at me a while, silent.

"What did you remem-" I was cut off by something covering my mouth. What was it? Oh yeah, her lips.

Most of you know, as a teenager I rather liked Amy. What most of you do not know is I got over it. Honestly. After she was with that Evan guy for a while I accepted that she was happy with him and everyone would be better if I moved on. Did I still hate that guy? A little. Did I laugh and tell Natalie "I told you so" when we found out he was gay? Very much. But remember I said we were friends with the Cahills. For a while now, that's all I desired to be, friends.

But a lot of old feeling came back when she kissed me. It wasn't as if we were sixteen again, when I would have totally melted right there, but it was enough to make my heart pound.

When she pulled away and the shock cleared away I noticed something. She'd tasted of alcohol.

But by time the shock was gone, she'd walked into the room and was pulling me with her.

"Amy… what exactly are you doing?" I asked.

Then she pushed me onto the bed and giggled mischievously. "You."

"Me…" I repeated slowly. Take a moment to think about this situation. On one hand we have a very beautiful girl, who just so happens to have been a past crush, drunk crazy, asking me to mess around with her. What sane man rejects that?

But on the other hand, that little angel on the left shoulder, we have doing the right thing and taking her back to her room, putting her in her own bed and never telling anyone about this.

Decisions, decisions…

I sighed. "Amy… how drunk are you?"

She looked at me for a little. "Drunk enough that I know I want to do this, not so drunk that you should feel guilty about taking advantage."

xXxXxXxXxXxXx The Next Morning xXxXxXxXxXxXx

I woke up to sunlight attacking my face. I rolled over to get away from the painful light and saw Amy laying there next to me. Wait, what? What is she doing here? I thought for a second and remembered…

Haha! I am back! I am back and changing things up a bit. Personally I've changed a LOT and I can only assume it'll affect my writing.

So, what did Ian remember? Did they do it? If they didn't what happened? Will you tell me in your reviews? Will I go to sleep now since it's one in the morning? Will I go get a snack cuz I'm starving? Decisions Decisions…