Summary: Phoebe's adventures while living on the streets Ch1. Ursula gets a new box and Phoebe sees Monica and Rachel for the first time.
Phoebe's Stories.
The one with Ursula's box.
Ever since we were kids, me and Ursula had to share a box - aka our bed. Yeah, that's right, we sleep in a box. I sigh. It really sucks, it's like waking up next to a mirror. And we really look a state in the morning. Anyway, I was sleeping late one warm summer morning. A tiny rip in the box let a ray of light shine on my cheek. Ah the warmth and the comfort and the…loud knocking sound. What?
I open the top of the box, to see who's making that horrible sound. Just great, it's Mrs Giggles.
"Mrs Giggles, we're not making any noise!" I moan, staring at an old lady who lives behind the dumpster. She always wears a dark purple robe and fluffy, bunny-rabbit sleepers. He hair is a wild mess and her lipstick is dried up on her bottom lip.
"You stole my cat." she says, hands dug in deep in her pockets.
"You don't have a cat" my identical twin points out from inside the box. Great, you've woken up the pure evil of the garbage world.
"I could have a cat" the old lady hisses.
"Bye Mrs Giggles." I close the box up and rest my head on an old sweater I found in the trash last week.
"You owe me a cat" I hear the crazy woman squeak as she walks back to her dumpster.
I toss and turn, but cant get to sleep.
"I think we're getting too big for this box" I point out as Ursula turns to face me.
"What makes you say that?" my twin rubs her eyes sleepily.
I raise an eyebrow and point to our feet sticking out through a rib in the bottom.
She sighs "Yeah, Ok, I'll go see if I can trade my jar of mustard for a new one." she mumbles.
"Thank you" I smile closing my eyes again and doze off for a while.
When I wake up, the pure evil is gone somewhere, I dig in under her pillow of ripped up newspaper. The jar of mustard is gone. I cant wait to have the box to myself. I'll write 'Phoebe's box! Hands off!' on the side, so that everyone will know better than to try and steal it.
I get up, gently brushing the leaves and twigs off my hair. I put them there, so it's more comfy. I collected them off the floors of Time Square last autumn, you see I'd never rip the fresh ones, I'm a vegetarian and respect the nature, unlike my devilish twin.
I head off to find some breakfast. It's tough being a veggie, Ursula could easily catch a rat and roast it, but I have to search high and low for any form of fruit or vegetable.
Lucky for me, there's a waffle-cart, just around the corner and I manage to steal one.
When I come back Ursula is sitting by our box with a bunch of crayons and next to her is a brand new box, which is a bit smaller than ours, but she was always skinnier, so that doesn't matter.
She's writing 'Ursula's box' on the side.
"Hey!" she greets me, waving her hand towards the pretty pink writing on her brand new box. "Isn't it pretty?" she asks and I nod in agreement.
I don't really think its that pretty. Mine is much better.
Suddenly she stops "Ew!" she points over to the other side of the alley. "Ugly naked gal is roasting a rat."
We shiver and continue to discuss who's box is prettier.
After a while I give up and sit down in my box, which now has another one next to it. Suddenly I see two tidy, high school girls stop by the waffle-cart. One is really tall, with wavy light brown hair and an incredibly long nose, the other one is short and fat, with night-black hair and about 10 waffles in her hand.
"Wow" I scratch my head, observing the two carefully "She's fatter than ugly naked gal" I point out and my twin giggles, snorting once in a while. I frown, I hope I don't laugh like that.
Ursula stares at them for a while. "Look at that tall one. How sad. I bet she's a total daddy's girl." I look over. She's wearing a near pink jacket with knee high, brown boots and a short red skirt. "I could tackle her to the ground with my little pinkie" Ursula laughs as the 'twig' and the 'potato' walk away.
(Me: If some of you don't know yet. It was teenage Rachel and Monica, who they were laughing at. Bet Phoebe doesn't remember that…or maybe she does…hm…on with the story…)
"Good night" I whisper to my twin, as I lay down in my own box, stretching my arms out, happily. All this space. Wow. Ursula wishes me good night and falls asleep immediately, snoring just a tiny bit. I wonder if I snore. Hm…The thoughts are leaving my mind and I begin to drift away.
I'm dreaming. I'm in my happy place. Lalalalalalalalalalalala. I love being in my happy place, it's so cool. A little talking doggy walks over to me, licks my face and says "Phoebe, my box is gone." What! That's not right. I wake up, seeing myself pull at my hair.
"Ow!" I yell in pain "What the hell are you doing?"
"My box is gone" the second me pouts. Oh no, wait, that's Ursula. Ha, sometimes I forget that I have a twin.
"What?" my eyes are closing, as my eye lids become heavier by the second.
"Fine" she stomps off.
Ursula finds her box behind the dumpster, heavy snoring coming out.
Angrily, she knocks and the box opens.
"Yes?" Mrs Giggles looks up.
"Mr Giggles, this is my box!" she informs her, hands placed firmly on her hips.
"No it's mine" she protests.
"It's not your box!" she frowns
"It could be my box!" the old lady argues.
"Then why does it say Ursula on the side? You're not Ursula!" my twin states.
"I could be Ursula" the woman spits.
Dragging the box angrily "Good night, Mrs Giggles" she walks away from the crazy woman.
"You owe me a box." she mumbles, walking back behind her dumpster.
"Neighbours" Ursula rolls her eyes, falling asleep peacefully in her new box.
There you go, the first story of Phoebe's adventures. I hope you liked it. R&R please. I'll have many more coming up for you, so make sure you check that out! J
NOTE: Mrs Giggles is the annoying neighbour from the dumpster and the ugly naked gal is the one living across the alley. I am not copying F.R.I.E.N.D.S. as they also have MR Heckles and ugly naked guy, this just suggests that when Phoebe lived on the streets they had exactly the same annoying neighbours. They kind of represent every annoying neighbour in the world, I guess.
..Until my next fic..
