A Story of Friends: Chapter 3.





AN: I know a lot of people want C&M, but all I will tell you is that they will be up soon.







Phoebe's Story



Phoebe walked the streets of New York with a smirk on her face, She had a date with a really cute guy. His name was Jeff, and he had a great personality. Phoebe had moved to Albany in 1995, and found a job as a part-time singer at a bar, and also she resumed to being a masseuse. Phoebe walked through Central Park, and saw the happy atmosphere. This brought a smile to her face. She hated negativity. Life is about being happy, and if you are not happy, then your life means nothing. Phoebe had always lived to this phrase until her and her old friends went on their separate ways. She was never planning on leaving the Village but found it hard to live there. When she was there, she would get this feeling in the pit of her stomach that she didn't like. The only reason she was in New York City now, was that she was preparing her grandmothers funeral. When Phoebe moved away not only had she lost contact with her friends but also her family. At the time, her family was just her grandmother, and Phoebe cherished the one piece of family she had left. Inevitably, when she moved, she had also lost her family. She was all alone with no one to turn to. Luckily, when Phoebe moved to Albany, she had met some new friends, but it wasn't the same.

Phoebe kept walking admiring the place she used to call home. She would occasionally see old acquaintances, and she would wave or smile as they passed by. She always liked to see the smile on people's faces; it was like a drug for her. Ever since she was made to move on with her life, she learned that you should cherish what you have not what you can't have. She had learnt that when she was living in a box, and when her mom killed herself, but she felt that through life, she was being taught that exact same lesson as if she still didn't catch on or find the correct answer. Phoebe, now felt she knew the correct answer, but she lost her happy life to find it. Phoebe looked around and saw the place were Central Perk used to be. She kept walking just to where the doors were. "They're taking it down?" she whispered with tears in her eyes.

"I'm afraid so," a voice said creeping behind her.

"I can't believe they would do that. This was like my favorite place to hang out."

"I know," the voice answered, "We liked having you all there."

"Yeah, it was great. Did you really like us Gunther?" She asked turning around to face him.

"I like Rachel, A LOT, but you guys, I thought I could live without." He replied sadly.

"Thought?"

"Yeah, but after you guys left, business kept slowing down until no one came."

"Oh, wow, I didn't think we kept it in business."

"Well, you did. Home come your friends stopped coming anyway? What happened to Rachel?" he asked eagerly.



"Well, if you must know, the group split up. We don't talk anymore, and we don't even live in the same state anymore," she replied with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, that's too bad."

"Yeah, it is bad. Real bad."

"How did it happen?" he asked.

"I'll tell you, but first can you tell me who is replacing Central Perk?"

"Patrick Campbell, I think that's his name. He's a greedy business man with too much time on is hands if you ask me."

" Great, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my mind!... Oh, I suppose you want to know what happened to the group, huh? Well, it all started when..."

Phoebe began to talk about the night she hated most. She hated thinking about it and even talking about it. She felt that she was put into the middle of things and that it wasn't her fault, but she knew that she could have stopped it, so it had to be some-what her fault. As she was talking, tears had formed in her eyes once again. She tried to be strong, but it was hard. She knew that if she could make it through talking about this, that she could do anything. As she was talking, every little detail had come back rushing in her head. Her head was ready to explode. She kept talking for what felt like hours, but was actually minutes. As the night came to an end so did her tears. She had done it. She had talked about it, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She felt a relief, but also new sadness. Telling Gunther this, made her realize even more how much she missed her friends.

"That must have been hard. You know, starting over." Gunther said after she finished talking.

"It was, but I did it."

"What's in your hand?"

"Oh, this?" she replied looking down at her hands, "It's a letter..."

To be continued...



Wow, I' am so proud of myself. I got this up earlier than I planned. YAY! Anyway, I hope you liked it, and if you didn't well, then keep reading it will get better.

NEXT: Chapter 4- Joey's Story