The meeting of a stranger
I had to write this for English class about 2 weeks ago, I've added a lot to it though, and changed a bit. (Yeah we had an hour- I never finished it lol).Hope you like it, if not I'll delete it. Set in like 1992 or something!
Disclaimer- I don't own friends, or anything associated with it. "70's warped" is just a name I though of, but if it's a real place, sorry and I do NOT own that either.
I'd not been in the city long, my grand-ma had only recently given me her old apartment, I lived in it alone for the time being. My independence was one of my qualities so my grand-ma and father had both told me. I had recently got myself a job as a chef at a restaurant near where my apartment is.
I was at that moment on my way to a 70s style café someone at work had told me about, I hadn't seen it yet and was getting worried that I'd already passed it. I turned a corner and there illuminated just ahead of me was a neon sign that read "70's warped" quick and simple, I liked it! I waltzed up to it, and pushed the fuchsia frosted glass door and walked inside. I was filled with pure wonderment, it was exactly as if I'd walked right back in to the 70s the staff there even modelled clothes from that era.
It was then that I spotted a peculiar girl in the corner of the café, sitting a table, swirling her straw around her glass as if there was no tomorrow, she was wearing totally 70s style clothes from the flowing dress to bright band round her head. I carefully approached her so as not to suddenly knock her out of her trace, she looked no older than me, I decided to ask her if I could join her once she was out of her trance.
It was a few moments later that she sensed my presence, I smiled at her and before she could say anything, I extended my hand and took hers shaking it, "I'm Monica." I chimed smiling. I was a very forward person by nature. "May I sit here?" I continued.
"Sure." She said, but I could tell she was unsure.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"I'm Phoebe." She replied shyly.
It was at that point that the waitress came over "Would you like to order?"
"Yes" I grinned, "Two large milkshakes, please." I replied.
"Anything else?" I shook my head and she walked off.
"So Phoebe, do you live around here then?" I asked.
"I actually live on the streets." She said then quickly added, "so sorta!"
"Wow!" I gasped a little, "How do you afford to come here then?"
"Oh, I'm a street corner guitarist, I make like $5 or something a day." She informed me.
The waitress came over with our drinks which I quickly paid for, I started to drink mine as she continued to look in to space. "Just so you know that ones for you." I stated.
"Really?" I nodded. "Gee thanks!" she said before starting her drink with a satisfyied look on her face.
I suddenly stopped drinking mine abruptly and blurted out something I'd barely thought about "Hey, you should live with me!" I didn't know what I was doing, but I had said that one life altering sentence, I saw her stop drinking her milkshake and go through various emotions in the space of about 10 seconds, one of which I read as joy, her eyes lit up, but then she had a look of uncertainty upon her. I was now 100% unsure of what she'd say. I really liked this girl, even though I'd barely known her 5 minutes.
"What will it cost me?" She pondered. I was taken back, that was one of the last things I'd expected her to say. I hadn't thought of that, I decided since she didn't make much I wouldn't charge her.
"Nothing." I replied after a moments thought.
"If you mean what I though you meant, which is no money, then no. I'm Phoebe Buffay and I don't take that kind of charity!" She stated firmly.
I decided to be a little deceitful, and tell a small lie, she'd probably know but I didn't care. "Money? No I meant it would cost you anything abnormal like your soul or I wouldn't come back and hunt for you cos of it or anything!" There that sounded quite convincing, now how much could I charge her to be fair, but not make her feel guilty. "How does $10 a week sound?" After I had told her the price I could see her struggling to calculate the amounts in her head, after a few tense moments she extended her hand and smiled at me.
"It's a deal!" She chirped. I smiled and sighed relieved. Inside though I was slightly worried about the reactions of not only my brother but also his best friend who lives in the apartment across the hall from me. They were both older, and far too over protective of me, (Especially for my brother's friend Chandler, when I'm around knives, which is kinda a problem now im a chef.) since I'd moved to the city, now I had a new friend, that could all change, whilst I was in mid thought phoebe posed a question, "So when can I move in?" She asked, after which she drained her glass.
"As soon as you like." I replied almost immediately.
"How about now?" She asked as I handed over our empty milkshake glasses to the waitress and stood up to leave.
"Sure, how about we go get your stuff now?" I asked.
"Okay, wait no need I've got everything with me" She remembered as she slid a box from under the table, revealed to be a guitar case. I quietly wowed with wonderment as I saw the beautiful patterns over it. I could help but notice her smile at the fact I was adorned by her guitar case. "It's got everything I need in it, it's not much but I deal."
"Come on." I called as I was standing by the door. "Lets go to my place and once we put your stuff there it'll be our place!" She joined me at the door. I again pushed open the fuchsia frosted glass door, the one I had entered less than an hour before, taking me to a different place but I realised that as I left, the place I'd left behind had now been changed forever by me meeting that strange girl. 'How did I feel?' I smiled blissfully as I walked down the street with my new friend. 'Great!'
I hope you liked it, if you did please review, I could write another part, like when Kip moved out or something like that. - *Vic*
I had to write this for English class about 2 weeks ago, I've added a lot to it though, and changed a bit. (Yeah we had an hour- I never finished it lol).Hope you like it, if not I'll delete it. Set in like 1992 or something!
Disclaimer- I don't own friends, or anything associated with it. "70's warped" is just a name I though of, but if it's a real place, sorry and I do NOT own that either.
I'd not been in the city long, my grand-ma had only recently given me her old apartment, I lived in it alone for the time being. My independence was one of my qualities so my grand-ma and father had both told me. I had recently got myself a job as a chef at a restaurant near where my apartment is.
I was at that moment on my way to a 70s style café someone at work had told me about, I hadn't seen it yet and was getting worried that I'd already passed it. I turned a corner and there illuminated just ahead of me was a neon sign that read "70's warped" quick and simple, I liked it! I waltzed up to it, and pushed the fuchsia frosted glass door and walked inside. I was filled with pure wonderment, it was exactly as if I'd walked right back in to the 70s the staff there even modelled clothes from that era.
It was then that I spotted a peculiar girl in the corner of the café, sitting a table, swirling her straw around her glass as if there was no tomorrow, she was wearing totally 70s style clothes from the flowing dress to bright band round her head. I carefully approached her so as not to suddenly knock her out of her trace, she looked no older than me, I decided to ask her if I could join her once she was out of her trance.
It was a few moments later that she sensed my presence, I smiled at her and before she could say anything, I extended my hand and took hers shaking it, "I'm Monica." I chimed smiling. I was a very forward person by nature. "May I sit here?" I continued.
"Sure." She said, but I could tell she was unsure.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"I'm Phoebe." She replied shyly.
It was at that point that the waitress came over "Would you like to order?"
"Yes" I grinned, "Two large milkshakes, please." I replied.
"Anything else?" I shook my head and she walked off.
"So Phoebe, do you live around here then?" I asked.
"I actually live on the streets." She said then quickly added, "so sorta!"
"Wow!" I gasped a little, "How do you afford to come here then?"
"Oh, I'm a street corner guitarist, I make like $5 or something a day." She informed me.
The waitress came over with our drinks which I quickly paid for, I started to drink mine as she continued to look in to space. "Just so you know that ones for you." I stated.
"Really?" I nodded. "Gee thanks!" she said before starting her drink with a satisfyied look on her face.
I suddenly stopped drinking mine abruptly and blurted out something I'd barely thought about "Hey, you should live with me!" I didn't know what I was doing, but I had said that one life altering sentence, I saw her stop drinking her milkshake and go through various emotions in the space of about 10 seconds, one of which I read as joy, her eyes lit up, but then she had a look of uncertainty upon her. I was now 100% unsure of what she'd say. I really liked this girl, even though I'd barely known her 5 minutes.
"What will it cost me?" She pondered. I was taken back, that was one of the last things I'd expected her to say. I hadn't thought of that, I decided since she didn't make much I wouldn't charge her.
"Nothing." I replied after a moments thought.
"If you mean what I though you meant, which is no money, then no. I'm Phoebe Buffay and I don't take that kind of charity!" She stated firmly.
I decided to be a little deceitful, and tell a small lie, she'd probably know but I didn't care. "Money? No I meant it would cost you anything abnormal like your soul or I wouldn't come back and hunt for you cos of it or anything!" There that sounded quite convincing, now how much could I charge her to be fair, but not make her feel guilty. "How does $10 a week sound?" After I had told her the price I could see her struggling to calculate the amounts in her head, after a few tense moments she extended her hand and smiled at me.
"It's a deal!" She chirped. I smiled and sighed relieved. Inside though I was slightly worried about the reactions of not only my brother but also his best friend who lives in the apartment across the hall from me. They were both older, and far too over protective of me, (Especially for my brother's friend Chandler, when I'm around knives, which is kinda a problem now im a chef.) since I'd moved to the city, now I had a new friend, that could all change, whilst I was in mid thought phoebe posed a question, "So when can I move in?" She asked, after which she drained her glass.
"As soon as you like." I replied almost immediately.
"How about now?" She asked as I handed over our empty milkshake glasses to the waitress and stood up to leave.
"Sure, how about we go get your stuff now?" I asked.
"Okay, wait no need I've got everything with me" She remembered as she slid a box from under the table, revealed to be a guitar case. I quietly wowed with wonderment as I saw the beautiful patterns over it. I could help but notice her smile at the fact I was adorned by her guitar case. "It's got everything I need in it, it's not much but I deal."
"Come on." I called as I was standing by the door. "Lets go to my place and once we put your stuff there it'll be our place!" She joined me at the door. I again pushed open the fuchsia frosted glass door, the one I had entered less than an hour before, taking me to a different place but I realised that as I left, the place I'd left behind had now been changed forever by me meeting that strange girl. 'How did I feel?' I smiled blissfully as I walked down the street with my new friend. 'Great!'
I hope you liked it, if you did please review, I could write another part, like when Kip moved out or something like that. - *Vic*