A/N: I don't know what brought me to write this – it's not necessarily romance, but you'll find I can't write Friends without a touch of Mondler, even pre-Mondler, so it's implied at one point. Anyway, I was just feeling melancholy about Friends and wanted to write them all in a kind of vignette-type-thing way. Hope you guys enjoy.

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"You know, I really don't think we spend enough time together," Phoebe announced one afternoon, as the six friends sipped coffee together in Central Perk.

"Have I just forgot four years of my life?" Chandler said, feigning bewilderment. "Because I thought that's all we do. Ever."

Phoebe shot him a dirty look; Rachel slapped his arm and Ross asked, "How so, Phoebs?"

"Oh, well, I don't know, it just seems like one of us always has this huge problem that, like, sucks all the good mojo from everyone else –"

"Sorry, Phoebs, we didn't know," said Joey. Monica nodded in agreement. He turned to Monica and asked quietly, "So I guess this isn't the best time to mention I spilled cranberry juice on her sweater, right?" Monica shook her head.

"It's like – remember Roger? Maybe he was right about us, you know, like, drinking coffee all the time and creating a weird group dynamic or something."

"Urgh, I remember that guy," said Chandler. "I think he was one of the only people I hated too much to mock."

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, Phoebs, he's not even worth remembering. Our group dynamic is fine." She turned to Ross impatiently. "I asked you fifteen minutes ago to get my muffin, Ross, have you gone deaf?"

Ross scowled at her. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over all of the spoiled child syndrome."

"I asked you three times and you ignored me!"

"I was talking to Phoebe!"

"Are you sure you weren't sleeping with her, because I can see that too. You know, when you've already committed to my muffin."

Ross rounded on her. "WE WERE ON A BREAK!"

"Oh, right, never mind, my mistake, I got in the way of your proposal, not your nonexistent sex life!"

"Is someone gonna get that muffin?" asked Joey innocently. Ross grabbed his coffee venomously as if to wield it as a weapon.

"Put that down, put that down!" Monica shrieked.

Ross rolled his eyes and moved his hand. "Uh, uh, uh, I'm swishing! I'm swishing the coffee, Monica, what are you –"

"Hey!" Chandler cried, jumping up. "My God that is hot coffee!"

"Dude, sorry!"

"Napkins people, get napkins!" Monica yelled. Joey handed her Ross's coat and she made a move to dry the coffee, but Chandler quickly snatched it away from her.

"I'm going to be in charge of drying this spot, Mon."

Monica looked hysterical. "Go into the bathroom and take off your pants, Chandler! You have to wash it with water before the coffee makes a stain!"

"Nope, sorry, I'm not falling for that one again," he said, leaning back against the sofa. "The last time I did that some crazy girl from elementary school stole my clothes. I've learned my lesson."

Joey grinned at the memory. "Yeah, that was pretty good."

Monica jabbed a well-aimed finger into Chandler's chest. "For God's sakes, you moron, go into the bathroom and take off your pants!"

"Monica!" Ross cried, coming back from getting napkins and a muffin for Rachel.

"Yeah, baby!" said Joey.

Phoebe shrugged and drank the remains of her coffee. "Eh, I guess I was wrong. We're perfectly normal."