Disclaimer: So, this is based off the second generation of the "Friends" cast: Frank and Alice's children Frank Jr. Jr, Leslie, and Chandler; Chandler and Monica's children Erica and Jack; Ross and Rachel's daughter Emma; and Phoebe and Mike's daughter Regina (my own character. Get the name, anyone?). I don't own anything, except the new pairings and Regina. Hope you like it!

1. Of Bras and Buffays

"Damn't, Jack! Where's my bra?" Regina yelled from across the hall.

Jack went from having an amused expression on his face to having one of pure horror. He cursed under his breath and started running towards the balcony when his sister Erica pulled him back by his collar and said, "Oh no! You are definitely not getting out of this one!"

Jack shook his head. "No! She scares the shit out of me, Erica! Please let me go!"

Regina burst through the door, her blue eyes stretched with wild anger. Erica let go of Jack and her fists were quickly replaced by Regina's. "Where the hell is my bra, Bing?"

He chuckled nervously. "Haha, um, well, you see…"

"Get to the point!" Regina growled, pulling his face closer to hers. Erica started giggling under her breath and Regina turned around to smile at her. When she turned back to Jack, her expression was, once again, menacing. "Tell me where you hid my Lucky Bra or I'll throw you over the balcony!"

Jack smirked. "Lucky Bra?" he asked. "Why is it lucky?"

Erica leaned over and whispered something in Jack's ear, and he went from smirking to cringing. He leapt out of Regina's grasp, dove for the balcony, and flung Regina's bra at her. "Take it! It's not fun to play with it anymore!"

Regina and Erica both stared at him, and Regina said, "What do you mean by that?"

Jack started laughing. "Well, I was having a water-balloon contest with these frat boys, and I was using your bra as a sling-shot."

Regina smacked him over the head and said, "Well, I was freaking out! I have a date tonight with this sexy Englishman I met in the café. So please, ask me before you steal my underwear."

Jack crossed his fingers over his heart dramatically and then his phone rang. Erica reached it first and gave the phone to Jack. He was on the phone for two seconds before he hung up.

"Who was that?" Erica asked.

"This freak who keeps insisting that I let him room with me. I swear, this guy is persistent! He's sent me, like, loads of Playboy magazines and porn. I would be totally creeped out if I wasn't enjoying the gifts," he replied as he searched through his refrigerator. "Although it would be sweet if he took over grocery duties."

"Well, what's wrong with him?" Regina asked, slipping her Lucky Bra into her purse.

"He's so damn annoying! I told you he was persistent, and by persistent I mean that he calls every hour of every day. He would be my first choice if he stopped calling."

"Well, who are your other options?" Erica asked, popping open a beer.

"This crazy 'bird-whisperer' from Long Island and a Mexican male stripper," he said flatly.

Regina thought that over before saying, "Is the stripper hot?"

Completely ignoring Regina, Erica said, "Go with the desperate freak. He sounds the sanest. And maybe he's freaking out because he needs somewhere to stay. You never know, Jack. You really could be helping this guy out."

- - -

"Leslie! I am freaking out here!" Frank called from the living room. He was pacing up and down the carpet, the girls' phone in his hand. "He hung up again!"

Chandler was sitting on the couch, her Mac in her lap. Her glasses were falling off the tip of her nose, and there were bags underneath her eyes. "Frank, shut the hell up."

"I can't, Candy! This guy keeps hanging up on me! I'm gonna to be homeless!"

"You're not going to be homeless," Leslie called from her bedroom. "You could always stay here. Or you could go live with Dad."

"Yeah, and doesn't our other cousin live in the city? Phoebe's kid. What's-her-face—"

"But I need to get an apartment with someone who won't show pity for me because we share blood," he shot back. "I need to stop mooching off of you two." He redialed the number and threw down the phone when he was hung up on. "God damn't!"

"Frank," Leslie said softly. She paused in folding her laundry and walked over to her brother. "Frank, give the guy a break, okay? You've been calling him nonstop for two weeks now. He's probably out to get you for burning up his telephone."

Frank sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You're right, Leslie. But seriously, I've sent that guy porn tapes and Playboy. He has got to accept me."

- - -

"Emma!" Erica squeaked, bouncing up from her place on the couch. Emma closed the door to their apartment and set her purse on the counter. "Emma!" Erica shrieked again when Emma started rummaging through the fridge.

"What?" she mumbled, pulling out leftovers.

"Okay, who is your favorite cousin in the world?" Erica said, her blue eyes filled with excitement.

"Jack," Emma answered and then started laughing when Erica made a puppy-dog face. "You know you are, Erica. So, what's up?"

Erica flipped back her blonde hair and replied, "Well, some of the models I met at the photo shoot today are having a party this Saturday. They said I could bring anyone I wanted, so I thought you and Regina would want to come."

Emma squealed with excitement. "Would I ever! Where is it?"

"On the rooftop. Don't worry, I'll make you look fabulous!" she said excitedly, clapping her hands. At that moment Regina walked through the door and Erica attacked her. "Who is your bestest friend ever?"

"Emma," she answered immediately, completely serious. Erica stared at her for the longest time before her question went off like a light in Regina's head. "Oh! Oh, okay I get it. The answer is 'you'."

"Yes, very good. You get a cookie."

"Really? What kind of—?"

"Regina, focus. Now, how would you like to go to a party this Saturday?"

"Oh, yay! But right now, I need to leave okay?" she sprinted to the bathroom and grabbed a tube of lipstick. "I have a date in ten minutes and if I want to take this guy with me to the party, then I need to make a good impression. See you ladies in…" she paused and thought for a moment. "Um, two days. Three at the latest."

Emma and Erica murmured their goodbyes and Regina left the apartment. Emma started heating up their leftovers in the microwave while Erica continued to talk up a storm about her photo shoot and the new friends she made.

Erica didn't have the typical model figure. She was short and petite instead of incredibly tall. She was skinny though, with delicate curves and a nice face structure with high cheekbones. Top it off with her angel blonde hair and striking blue eyes and you have yourself the perfect five-foot model.

"Oh, by the way, I also have a date tonight. I met this male model on the set and he is yummy! He was totally groveling at my feet for a date, so I threw him a bone."

"Oh, okay," Emma said sadly. She picked at the leftovers that she had pulled fresh out of the microwave while Erica ran around the apartment trying to find something to wear.

"Ugh! I have nothing," Erica whined.

"Please, you could wear an old, moldy potato sack and look hot," Emma said with her mouth full. "And you would still turn heads of both males and females."

Erica giggled and then jumped up when she remembered a dress she left in the laundry basket Emma brought in last week. She got dressed quickly and came out wearing the silk green one she got from a photo shoot a year back. Tied around her waist was a black leather belt, and on her feet were black stilettos that had three-inch long heels. She had curled her hair and put on a thick amount of make-up.

"Wow you look…tall," Emma joked.

"Thanks, cousin. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she said, pulling out her cell and dialing her date's number.

"Yeah, okay, whatever works," Emma answered, polishing off her last bit of food. Erica closed the door, and Emma was left to herself.

Another dateless night had come and gone.

- - -

Knock, knock!

Jack clicked off the television and ran towards the door. He looked through the peephole and asked, "Are you Frank Buffay?"

"Yeah. You called me about the apartment?" he asked, bouncing on his heels.

Jack unlocked the door and led Frank in. "Yeah. And you called me about every day, right?" he joked. After all, he had obtained his foster-father's sense of humor.

Frank laughed nervously before sobering up. "Look, I am sorry about that. It's just…can I be frank with you?"

"Sure, you can be frank with me, Frank," Jack snickered.

Frank didn't get Jack's teasing and pulled up a chair. "I have gotten fired from three different jobs in the past two months. I couldn't pay my rent and now I'm living with my two sisters. I really need this apartment. I swear, I will go job hunting tomorrow, but I need a place to stay."

Jack sighed and scratched his head. "Well…I mean, it's either you or the male stripper. The latter is rather tempting," Jack said as seriously as possible. Frank started laughing and soon Jack joined in. They were both doubling over in laughter and clutching their stomachs.

"So…so what does this mean, buddy? Huh, can…do…can I live here?" Frank said between breaths.

"Only if you promise to buy more porn," Jack said.

"It's a deal. Aw, man, you won't regret this at all! Thanks a million!" Frank cheered. "So, can I see the rest of the apartment? I honestly don't care if the bathroom and kitchen are connected in any way. I just need a roof and a bed."

Jack laughed heartily again and showed Frank the rest of the small apartment. As soon as they settled out the rent issue, Frank hurried back to his sister's apartment to start packing, and yelling on his way out that he would move in two days.

Jack sat in his recliner and turned back on the television, muttering to himself, "I really hope I don't regret this."

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