The Bings
Funny story; I'm pretty sure I wrote this super late one night a while ago and completely forgot about it! I found it last night and figured I'd post it. It's Chandler's POV…pretty self-explanatory. Don't own him :) Or anything/anyone else Friends-related…
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The Bings.
The phrase reverberated in my head. On a loop. Like a horrible pop song. The kind you hate, but find that you somehow know all of the words to anyway.
The Bings.
The Bings, The Bings, The Bings.
Huh. The Bings. Maybe they could actually be singing the horrible pop song.
I don't know why. I've gone a whole year without freaking out about this. And a long time before that without freaking out about anything else completely stupid and commitment-related.
But Monica's voice on the answering machine: The Bings.
We cannot be The Bings. The Bings have horrible marriages. They bring up screwed up children. They end up…well, look at my mom and dad. They don't need an introduction; they speak for themselves. And their children end up like, well, yours truly (meaning me).
It's just been too much the last few days. The Bings. Mr. and Mrs. Bing. The Bings. Forever. After spending all night trying to prove that I'm related to Monica (so as not to have to break her heart. I would hate to hurt Monica. God, I love her so much.), Ross somehow talked me through getting ready for the wedding. And I was ready. And still breathing. Well, still breathing with the help of an entire pack of cigarettes, but still breathing nonetheless.
But, after Ross got me past that…oh, that can't be all. No, that would be too easy. No, there's a third Bing on the way. A Baby Bing, if you will. I overheard Rachel and Phoebe talking about it. And it started again. Like the horrible pop song in my head again.
The Bings.
The Bings, The Bings, The Bings.
Only this time, it had an entirely different connotation. The Bings. Referring to three, not two.
Ho-ly shit.
So, of course, I go to buy more cigarettes to keep me breathing for a little while longer.
But then…I see this cute little onesie. That says "I heart New York." It's right next to the cigarettes I'm going to buy, which could be the most depressing thing in the world. And another reason that it scares the shit out of me to be bringing a kid into this world. But…It's so cute and little! Nothing that small can be all that scary, right?
And that's when it hits me; we're not The Bings. We're Chandler and Monica. And Chandler and Monica are good together. Really good. A stupid ceremony doesn't change anything (Just don't tell Monica that!).
And so, I buy the onesie (and two packs of cigarettes). The onesie to give to Mon to show her that I'm ok; the cigarettes…to smoke right up to that point in time.
Maybe, maybe, it won't be that bad being The Bings…
Yea, I think I can live with it.
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