Chapter 1: Apartment 20
I looked at the door of apartment twenty. I gulped and knocked on the door. A woman with blonde hair answered the door.
"Hi Rachel, is Monica home?" I asked. She looked at my suitcase and then back at me.
"She won't be back for another half an hour or so, but you're welcome to come in Patricia." Rachel smiled.
I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. Hi, I'm Patricia Taylor. I'm fourteen years old. Monica and Ross Geller are my Godparents and the reason I'm in New York and not Long Island is because I ran away from home. My mom Frannie first cousins with them and made them my Godparents.
"Thank you Rachel." I smiled back at her and came in. As I expected the place was shining.
"You can put your suitcase down over by the sofa then you can explain to me why you have a suitcase and why you aren't in Long Island."
I put my suitcase down where she told me and I gave her an innocent look. She put her hand on her hip waiting for an explanation.
"Come on Rach, I just got here." I said.
"Does Monica know you are here?" She asked.
"Yup." I lied.
"So if I call her she wouldn't be surprised?"
"She wouldn't because she knows I'm coming."
"Ok then I'm going to call her unless there's something you want to say."
"No, go ahead."
She reached for the phone.
"Ok, you've got me." I sighed. Just before she could open her mouth Chandler walked in. "Saved by the Chan Chan Man."
"Hey kiddo." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "What brings you here?"
"I missed you too much Chandler." I joked and fixed my hair. He gave me a hug. I looked at Rachel.
"Oh what the hell." She smiled and gave me a hug too. "Ok so what are you doing here?"
"Em, you know I was in the neighbourhood and I decided to say hi. Hi." I lied.
"She's not telling the truth." Chandler said in a sing song voice.
"Zip it third nipple." I laughed. They both gave me a 'How did you know look'. "I know everything."
"You know what we do to people who hold information that we want." Rachel started. I started to walk backwards.
"You wouldn't dare." I told them. They came closer to me.
"Just like Mon you are very ticklish." Chandler said and did an evil laugh.
Joey came in and went straight over to the fridge. He grabbed the tube of butter and headed for the door. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to see me being cornered by Rachel and Chandler.
"Hey Josephine" I waved.
"Patrick!" He smiled and dropped the butter and ran over to me and gave a tight hug.
"Can't breathe." I stuttered. He let go.
"Oh sorry. Hey now that you are here you can make me a sandwich because Monica isn't home." Joey told me.
"Of course Joe. Let's go." I said and started walking. Chandler put his hand on my shoulder.
"Ugh fine." I moaned and sat down on the sofa. They all took a seat.
"Would you like juice before you start?" Rachel asked.
"Juice would be nice." I grinned and she went and poured me some. She handed me a glass.
"Do you think I would need a coaster?" I asked knowing Monica's 'obsessions'.
"She's not here is she? I'm not using one so you're ok." Rachel reassured me.
"I want my sandwich!" Joey grunted. I gave him a look. "Just like Mon."
Some people say I just look like Monica. I had her facial features, her clear blue eyes, the only thing I didn't have was her hair. I have light brown hair that went just past my shoulders and a side fringe.
Monica walked in the door. "Work was brilliant today." She smiled and put her jacket on the coat hanger. She turned to face the couch. "Oh My God."