This story isn't fabulous but its only my second one and I'm trying to focus on my real writing (+upcoming exams so... whatever. Hope y'all love it! (Btw, as y'all may have guessed, I am from the lone star state of Texas , so please don't hate on my texan slang.)

Chandler wasn't too thrilled about Carol joining him and the Geller's for summer vacation. He understood, it being her and Ross' first anniversary together, but he knew that while Ross' sister was with her perky little friend, and Ross himself was with Carol, he would be left to sit in his room and do crossword puzzles or something.

He thought about the Geller's, and the Thanksgiving he spent with them last year. Mr. Geller had asked Ross to bring a friend and, although his Thanksgiving boycott was still in full motion, he jumped at the chance to avoid a miserable holiday stuck at home with his mother. Whilst there, he met Jack Geller, a tall fellow with a knack for saying the wrong thing at the most inappropriate time. Judy Geller, a proper yet uptight woman who not-so-secretly preferred her successful son to her only daughter. Monica Geller, he almost felt bad for her; she seemed kind and intelligent but be sensed that people would judge and ridicule her on account of her weight (hypocritical as he was, he did so himself.) And Rachel Green, a preppy cheerleader and super close friend to Monica. Ross had had a 'thing' for her since the 9th grade, (which she was unaware of) but now that he was with Carol he told himself and everyone else who would listen that he was over it, but Chandler knew better. She was cute and he might've gone for it out of sheer desperation for someone to be with except that she seemed a little shallow. Even for him.

Monica hurriedly packed her bags. She was anxious to see the look on that snob Chandlers face when he saw how much weight she'd lost. After overhearing him call her fat last Thanksgiving, her best friend Rachel helped her loose over a hundred pounds. They dieted, exercised, lost weight, and basically transformed her life (not to mention her wardrobe) together. She looked great, she felt great and she couldn't wait for her revenge.

"Monica," called her mom from down the stairs, "Rachel's here and were ready to go." "Just a minute mom," she called tossing the last of her stuff in to her open bag. She threw on her best, most slim fitting dress and ran out to the waiting car. It was show time.