Yellowstone
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I don't own Friends. You knew that, right? I don't own Yellowstone. You knew that, too. I don't own anything in conclusion. But I KNOW that you knew that.
A/N: Hope you liked the previous chapter. Because I am having loads of fun writing this. Maybe because I have nothing better to do...
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Day Three
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The light from the outside was shining through the window onto the bed. No, make that the floor. I was on the floor? I must have fallen out during the night. Glancing at my watch, I saw the time. Leave it to me to get up at seven o'clock on a vacation day. I stood up feebly and walked out the door into the kitchen.
The first people I saw that morning were Monica and Chandler. They were asleep on the sofa, her head lying on his shoulder. 'They look so in love,' Conscience said softly in my head. I nodded and picked up the remote and sat it on the table. I opened the fridge and noticed my soda had been taken out of the cooler and put inside. I took out a can and opened it was quietly as I possibly could, also picking up my bottle of vitamins and managed to take it without gagging (a miracle!)
I cleared my throat, and immediately wanted to slug myself. Chandler shifted, though still asleep. I silently congratulated myself on being the champion of all that was quiet. But fate would have it...
I was doing a bit of a victory dance there for a minute, forgetting my orange soda was in my hand. As I danced around happily, the soda sloshed onto my shirt. I cursed a bit to loudly and Monica and Chandler began to stir. I froze.
"What was that?" Monica asked groggily.
"I don't know," Chandler replied, just as tired. I was rooted to the spot, and my face was burning. I stood there in my soda-stained sweatshirt and pajama pants, waiting for them to notice that I was standing there.
Finally Monica caught sight of me standing there in a stupefied state. I knew that she and Chandler were staring at me.
"Oh, I'm sorry I woke you up," I whispered. I gingerly screwed the lid back onto my vitamins and sat it back behind me next to the sink.
"What are you doing up anyway?" Chandler hissed back. I grimaced.
"Taking my vitamins. I couldn't sleep." Yeah, as if that would be a valid explanation as to why I was sneaking around at seven AM on a Monday summer day. "And-and, I was going to watch some TV, but I got in here and well, you guys seemed like you were sleeping very well..." Hmmm, they seemed to be buying it.
"Well, guess I'll be going now!" I squeaked. But then a thought snapped in my head. "Wait, I owe you a new carton of eggs. I'll put some shoes on and I'll be right back, then," I said before Monica or Chandler could protest. I hurried in and slapped on some shoes and grabbed a five dollar bill.
As soon as I got into the kitchen I made for the bathroom so I could put my contacts on. The truth was that I needed desperately to get out of there. I was so embarrassed at waking them up. Leave it to me to break up an ultimately romantic moment.
But you know, I was one of those people who could go to a Disney movie and find a romantic tidbit to latch onto. Of course, I was that girl that would rather play football with the guys than go shopping and paint my nails. No one knew that I was a sucker for romance at heart, and that was fine with me.
I sneaked out of the door in a long step, leaving a dumbstruck couple on the sofa. Outside, there was a light rain falling and I darted through one block to the small town's grocery store.
When I got inside, retro music was playing at a low tone from a cheap speaker mounted on the wall. I shuffled inside and searched for the egg section. After walking around for fifteen minutes and glancing at postcards, I found them, shoved in a small corner in the back of the store.
"Finally..." I muttered. I snooped around the refrigerated case until I spotted the best box of eggs I had ever seen. They were large, grade A eggs with no cracks or anything. And thinking twice (being the little romantic I am), I went to the candy aisle and snatched up a bag of little candy hearts.
I checked out as the incompetent woman at the checkout lane fumbled over typing in what I was buying. As soon as I was able to get out of there, I had to run through the street and back to the cabin. I opened the door to find Chandler and Monica still sitting in the same place on the sofa.
I had done it again! My eyes flew open in shock as he gave her a sweet little kiss, and I didn't even hear the door shut gently behind me. But I suppose they did.
"Jane. You're back," Chandler said quietly. I was the ultimate wrecker of romance. I nodded sheepishly.
"Sorry. Again," I stammered. "Uh, I got you some eggs. And these!" I held up the bag of candy.
"Aww, that was sweet of you," Monica said. I grinned.
"Well," I began, unable to help myself. "I'm sorry I keep ruining you guy's romantic moments." I made a soft squeaking sound that neither of them heard, they were too busy just staring at me.
"Uh, that's okay," Chandler said. I tossed the candy to him and stumbled into Kelsey and I's room. She was awake and sitting up, reading some mystery book she had found the night before on our bookshelf in the cabin, and her eyes were huge. She covered her mouth, as if ready to begin retching at that very minute. I sat down hard on the bed.
"Come on, Mom has some breakfast stuff in the kitchen," I hissed. She nodded and gulped, setting the book on top of our dresser.
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After sharing my beloved chocolate cupcakes with Phoebe, everyone had finally gotten up and around, not to mention dressed. Mom waved around a little map on purple paper and handed it to Allen and Trevor.
"That's where you guys, me and dad are going today," she said to the boys. Kelsey raised an eyebrow.
"What about me and Jane?" she asked, concerned. Dad hesitated.
"Well, last night, we talked to them, and Joey and Phoebe said they'd take you on the Old Faithful geyser walk. We're taking the guys fishing." I gasped, but he held up a hand. "We only have two poles, Jane. Chill out." I grumbled but settled back.
And then, twenty minutes later, Phoebe, Joey, Rachel, Kelsey and I were in that SUV that was sitting outside, driving to see the geysers.
As soon as we got there, I slathered my face and hands with sunblock. I never wore shorts, and that day I was thankful that Yellowstone summer was not hot. I wore my usual tie-dyed shirt, jacket, jeans and my trusty hat. I took a huge gulp of water and we set off.
*~*Ten Minutes Later*~*
"So, what do you guys like to do for fun at home?" Rachel asked in a feeble attempt to make conversation. I shrugged.
"We go to the creek," Kelsey said. "It's pretty much the only thing to do that we don't have to pay for." Joey snickered.
"Where are you from? Kansas?" he asked with a snort of laughter. I glanced at Kelsey.
"Yes," we said together. As we walked down the boardwalk above the billions of gallons of water under the thin ground of Yellowstone, none of us said much of anything. As Kelsey and I took numerous pictures of the geysers, Phoebe, Rachel and Joey began to chat to each other about unrecognizable topics.
"This sucks," I muttered. Kelsey nodded as we came to a river. I saw a glint of something that looked like metal.
"Hey, look at that," I said softly, gesturing at the river, looking over the edge of the bridge. But just then, a huge gust of wind blew up...
The hat on my head sailed down, into the river and I watched in shock as became waterlogged and floated quickly down the river, off into the distance...
"It's just a hat, right?" Phoebe asked.
"No, no, oh no!" I squeaked. "That was Allen's hat, and now I have to get him a new one!" I buried my head in my arms.
"Look, they have a gift shop on the way back to the car, you can get him one there," Kelsey said. I shrugged, and gazed off to where the hat was caught against a fallen tree limb in the river. Crazy ideas swam through my head, and I took a step forward.
"There might be a way to get it," I claimed absently. Kelsey grabbed me by the arm.
"Don't, please?" she begged. I sighed unhappily and looked forlornly at the hat, bobbing up and down in the river. I shook my head and kept on walking.
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"Joey!" Rachel barked. "I cannot believe you did that..." Joey shrugged.
"It was an accident!"
"You can't accidentally try to feed a piece of bread to a buffalo!" she hissed. I really was trying not to pay attention.
It had all started when Joey saw a buffalo standing right next to the boardwalk. He had forced us all to stop, even after Phoebe urged him not to. He had had a large smile on his face as he took a piece of bread out of Phoebe's backpack and brandished it at the huge mammal who started walking over curiously.
My thoughts of getting a new hat vanished as the massive beast approached and were replaced with thoughts of being mutilated by a huge hulking animal. 'Give Mallory my stereo' I thought, thinking absently of my cousin.
It was then when Rachel kicked into action, lunging at the piece of bread in Joey's steady hand. She yanked it away and tossed down to the ground, stomping on it madly. She grabbed at Joey's wrist and led us down to the picnic area, which is where we were now.
"I still can't believe you did that," Kelsey mused, her head resting in her hands. Phoebe looked longingly at the top of the huge mountain a few thousand feet away. I drummed my fingers on the side of my water bottle as Rachel continued to stare angrily at Joey.
"Let's go," Phoebe said impatiently. Rachel sighed and stood up.
"Fine."
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"Sheesh, I am so tired," I complained as we clumped up a hill to the Old Faithful Inn to visit the gift shop.
"Me too," Phoebe said.
Inside the hotel we were greeted by a cool blast of air conditioning. I looked up to see the wooden ceiling a few hundred feet above me. Staircases, railings, they were all made of wood. Before I could examine things even more closely, Kelsey seized my arm and dragged me into the shop.
Once I was in the giftshop, I took a ten-dollar bill out of my pocket and set off to look for a hat for Allen. Hopefully he wouldn't pound me over the loss over a plain little blue one. At least it wasn't on of the ones he got from our grandparents after a trip to Alaska, right?
They had a super deal on hats, five dollars apiece. So I decided I'd buy Trevor one, and me one too. After all, Jane was never complete without a hat, was she? I picked out one with a fish on it for Allen, a laughing buffalo for Trevor and a wolf for myself.
After we had paid, it took forever to round everyone up to get out of there. Joey had purchased a huge stuffed bear ("It's so cute!" he reasoned.). Phoebe bought inscence, and Kelsey found the perfect dream catcher.
"I'm still waiting for the perfect thing," Rachel said on the way back to the car. I nodded.
"That's a good idea," I said politely.
"That's what the smart shopper does," Kelsey added.
"Exactly!" Rachel said excitedly. Kelsey laughed and the two began chatting together about searching for the best bargains. I sighed and fished a Jolly Rancher out of my bag. I didn't like shopping, unless I was in the mood.
So I settled back for the ride home.
"Joey, this bear is shedding all over the car," Phoebe complained, and it was true: the bear's honey-colored fur was floating around, caught by the air conditioning and settling on the seats and the floor, not to mention on our clothes.
"Well, I'm not cleaning it up," I piped up, absentmindedly playing with my hair.
"It's not like we have a vacuum cleaner with us," Kelsey said.
"Monica probably has one," Rachel muttered as she stared out the window into a huge valley.
"This rocks," I said softly.
"Yeah," Kelsey agreed.
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As soon as we got back to the cabin, Joey had snatched the vacuum cleaner out of the little box Monica had stored it in. Monica, Ross and Chandler had gone off for a hike in the woods, and Allen, Trevor, Mom and Dad were still fishing, I'd bet.
My stomach ached for food.
"Kelsey," I shouted to my friend into the bedroom.
"Huh?" she asked loudly.
"I'm hungry. And not for candy!" I said, walking into the room.
"Well, your mom and dad left the money jar in their room, I think." The money jar was a jar (uh, yeah, obviously) that my parents kept money in just in case anyone needed it (usually for emergencies only, though, no quick shopping).
"Um, okay then. Maybe someone will want to go with us." I walked into Joey's room.
"Hey Jane," he said.
"Hey. Do you want to go for a walk with me and Kelsey?"
"Yeah, sure." And with that, the three of us headed out, Kelsey clutching the money jar. So for the second time that day, I clumped into the grocery store.
"This place is so small," I said. And I wasn't lying, the town was a little speck on a map. Kelsey picked out a bag of plain chips, and I chose some tortilla chips and salsa. Joey, meanwhile, was buying loads of candy and stuff. After I chose a few bottles of juice and a large bag of gummi worms, we went to pay.
But oh boy, if you thought nothing interesting was going to happen, you were wrong...
"Hey," Joey said to the woman working at the desk.
"Hello," she said flatly without looking up.
"My name's Joey."
"That's nice." It was at this point that Joey leaned over and whispered something to the woman, whose eyes bulged. She shoved him away and slapped him. Kelsey panicked and grabbed Joey's arm and hustled him out the door as I grabbed the bag and darted out the door after them.
When we had gotten home, I took a box of macaroni and cheese out of one of the bags of groceries my parents had bought and sat on the floor. Kelsey stumbled over to the stack of books that she had set the night before on the shelf under Ross' plastic dinosaurs. Joey wandered off to his room as Kelsey walked to hers carrying two paperbacks.
I picked my CD player up off of the kitchen table and put it on, beginning to loudly (and very badly) sing along to my Linkin Park CD.
How about a lesson for you? When people might just walk through the door and see you singing your little heart out, it's probably not a good time to play rock star. With that said...
After the water was in the pot and was boiling, I decided to go and watch TV. After all, this cabin got HBO. I was about to sit down and probably watch The Perfect Storm for the billionth time. But as I was about to sit, I saw Monica, Trevor, Allen, Mom, Dad, Ross and Chandler standing there, staring at me with amused expressions.
My face no doubt turned bright red as seven pairs of eyes focused on me.
"I was just...making dinner," I ventured. They nodded, and the boys sniggered as they ran off to play with their little Lego men. And to add to this already mortifying situation, Chandler spoke up.
"That was very...nice," he said, trying to hold back a giggle. I sighed and muttered a phrase that would probably get me grounded. I don't take embarrassment well.
And sure enough, when I turned the TV on, I was greeted by several shouting men on a boat, AKA The Perfect Storm. Ross, Monica and Chandler settled next to me on the floor. Just great. I prayed no one would mention my little concert.
"Hey, Allen!" I yelled.
"Huh?"
"How many fish did you catch?" He came running into the room along with Trevor.
"Oooh, The Perfect Storm!" he squeaked. I shrugged.
"We've only seen it a billion times," I mused thoughtfully. He nodded. "But did you have fun fishing?"
"Yeah! I got a hook stuck in my hat!" Suddenly I remembered: the hat! And I guess Allen did too. "Hey, where's my blue hat?" he asked. "Where is it, Jane?"
"Uh, Allen..." I said. I picked up the paper bag with the hats in it and clutched it for dear life. "Well, it was an accident!" His eyes were as large as dinner plates. "Well, I was looking over the edge of the bridge, and all of a sudden WHOSH! It landed in the river. But look! I got you a new one!" I rattled off.
Now it was Allen's turn to shrug. "Whatever, I got that when Dad didn't want it anymore." I sighed with relief.
The rest of the night was crazy. I burnt my hand on macaroni, and then the whole cabin dropped to their knees to find my mom's dropped contact lens. Joey and Allen and Trevor and I put more clothes on the moose head over the sink.
But there would be more wild goings-on the next day...
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Well, there you are, readers! Hope you liked! Give me a review, please-oh-please!
Until Then, I Remain Your Ever Bored Fan-Fic Author,
Skye Rocket
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I don't own Friends. You knew that, right? I don't own Yellowstone. You knew that, too. I don't own anything in conclusion. But I KNOW that you knew that.
A/N: Hope you liked the previous chapter. Because I am having loads of fun writing this. Maybe because I have nothing better to do...
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Day Three
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The light from the outside was shining through the window onto the bed. No, make that the floor. I was on the floor? I must have fallen out during the night. Glancing at my watch, I saw the time. Leave it to me to get up at seven o'clock on a vacation day. I stood up feebly and walked out the door into the kitchen.
The first people I saw that morning were Monica and Chandler. They were asleep on the sofa, her head lying on his shoulder. 'They look so in love,' Conscience said softly in my head. I nodded and picked up the remote and sat it on the table. I opened the fridge and noticed my soda had been taken out of the cooler and put inside. I took out a can and opened it was quietly as I possibly could, also picking up my bottle of vitamins and managed to take it without gagging (a miracle!)
I cleared my throat, and immediately wanted to slug myself. Chandler shifted, though still asleep. I silently congratulated myself on being the champion of all that was quiet. But fate would have it...
I was doing a bit of a victory dance there for a minute, forgetting my orange soda was in my hand. As I danced around happily, the soda sloshed onto my shirt. I cursed a bit to loudly and Monica and Chandler began to stir. I froze.
"What was that?" Monica asked groggily.
"I don't know," Chandler replied, just as tired. I was rooted to the spot, and my face was burning. I stood there in my soda-stained sweatshirt and pajama pants, waiting for them to notice that I was standing there.
Finally Monica caught sight of me standing there in a stupefied state. I knew that she and Chandler were staring at me.
"Oh, I'm sorry I woke you up," I whispered. I gingerly screwed the lid back onto my vitamins and sat it back behind me next to the sink.
"What are you doing up anyway?" Chandler hissed back. I grimaced.
"Taking my vitamins. I couldn't sleep." Yeah, as if that would be a valid explanation as to why I was sneaking around at seven AM on a Monday summer day. "And-and, I was going to watch some TV, but I got in here and well, you guys seemed like you were sleeping very well..." Hmmm, they seemed to be buying it.
"Well, guess I'll be going now!" I squeaked. But then a thought snapped in my head. "Wait, I owe you a new carton of eggs. I'll put some shoes on and I'll be right back, then," I said before Monica or Chandler could protest. I hurried in and slapped on some shoes and grabbed a five dollar bill.
As soon as I got into the kitchen I made for the bathroom so I could put my contacts on. The truth was that I needed desperately to get out of there. I was so embarrassed at waking them up. Leave it to me to break up an ultimately romantic moment.
But you know, I was one of those people who could go to a Disney movie and find a romantic tidbit to latch onto. Of course, I was that girl that would rather play football with the guys than go shopping and paint my nails. No one knew that I was a sucker for romance at heart, and that was fine with me.
I sneaked out of the door in a long step, leaving a dumbstruck couple on the sofa. Outside, there was a light rain falling and I darted through one block to the small town's grocery store.
When I got inside, retro music was playing at a low tone from a cheap speaker mounted on the wall. I shuffled inside and searched for the egg section. After walking around for fifteen minutes and glancing at postcards, I found them, shoved in a small corner in the back of the store.
"Finally..." I muttered. I snooped around the refrigerated case until I spotted the best box of eggs I had ever seen. They were large, grade A eggs with no cracks or anything. And thinking twice (being the little romantic I am), I went to the candy aisle and snatched up a bag of little candy hearts.
I checked out as the incompetent woman at the checkout lane fumbled over typing in what I was buying. As soon as I was able to get out of there, I had to run through the street and back to the cabin. I opened the door to find Chandler and Monica still sitting in the same place on the sofa.
I had done it again! My eyes flew open in shock as he gave her a sweet little kiss, and I didn't even hear the door shut gently behind me. But I suppose they did.
"Jane. You're back," Chandler said quietly. I was the ultimate wrecker of romance. I nodded sheepishly.
"Sorry. Again," I stammered. "Uh, I got you some eggs. And these!" I held up the bag of candy.
"Aww, that was sweet of you," Monica said. I grinned.
"Well," I began, unable to help myself. "I'm sorry I keep ruining you guy's romantic moments." I made a soft squeaking sound that neither of them heard, they were too busy just staring at me.
"Uh, that's okay," Chandler said. I tossed the candy to him and stumbled into Kelsey and I's room. She was awake and sitting up, reading some mystery book she had found the night before on our bookshelf in the cabin, and her eyes were huge. She covered her mouth, as if ready to begin retching at that very minute. I sat down hard on the bed.
"Come on, Mom has some breakfast stuff in the kitchen," I hissed. She nodded and gulped, setting the book on top of our dresser.
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After sharing my beloved chocolate cupcakes with Phoebe, everyone had finally gotten up and around, not to mention dressed. Mom waved around a little map on purple paper and handed it to Allen and Trevor.
"That's where you guys, me and dad are going today," she said to the boys. Kelsey raised an eyebrow.
"What about me and Jane?" she asked, concerned. Dad hesitated.
"Well, last night, we talked to them, and Joey and Phoebe said they'd take you on the Old Faithful geyser walk. We're taking the guys fishing." I gasped, but he held up a hand. "We only have two poles, Jane. Chill out." I grumbled but settled back.
And then, twenty minutes later, Phoebe, Joey, Rachel, Kelsey and I were in that SUV that was sitting outside, driving to see the geysers.
As soon as we got there, I slathered my face and hands with sunblock. I never wore shorts, and that day I was thankful that Yellowstone summer was not hot. I wore my usual tie-dyed shirt, jacket, jeans and my trusty hat. I took a huge gulp of water and we set off.
*~*Ten Minutes Later*~*
"So, what do you guys like to do for fun at home?" Rachel asked in a feeble attempt to make conversation. I shrugged.
"We go to the creek," Kelsey said. "It's pretty much the only thing to do that we don't have to pay for." Joey snickered.
"Where are you from? Kansas?" he asked with a snort of laughter. I glanced at Kelsey.
"Yes," we said together. As we walked down the boardwalk above the billions of gallons of water under the thin ground of Yellowstone, none of us said much of anything. As Kelsey and I took numerous pictures of the geysers, Phoebe, Rachel and Joey began to chat to each other about unrecognizable topics.
"This sucks," I muttered. Kelsey nodded as we came to a river. I saw a glint of something that looked like metal.
"Hey, look at that," I said softly, gesturing at the river, looking over the edge of the bridge. But just then, a huge gust of wind blew up...
The hat on my head sailed down, into the river and I watched in shock as became waterlogged and floated quickly down the river, off into the distance...
"It's just a hat, right?" Phoebe asked.
"No, no, oh no!" I squeaked. "That was Allen's hat, and now I have to get him a new one!" I buried my head in my arms.
"Look, they have a gift shop on the way back to the car, you can get him one there," Kelsey said. I shrugged, and gazed off to where the hat was caught against a fallen tree limb in the river. Crazy ideas swam through my head, and I took a step forward.
"There might be a way to get it," I claimed absently. Kelsey grabbed me by the arm.
"Don't, please?" she begged. I sighed unhappily and looked forlornly at the hat, bobbing up and down in the river. I shook my head and kept on walking.
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"Joey!" Rachel barked. "I cannot believe you did that..." Joey shrugged.
"It was an accident!"
"You can't accidentally try to feed a piece of bread to a buffalo!" she hissed. I really was trying not to pay attention.
It had all started when Joey saw a buffalo standing right next to the boardwalk. He had forced us all to stop, even after Phoebe urged him not to. He had had a large smile on his face as he took a piece of bread out of Phoebe's backpack and brandished it at the huge mammal who started walking over curiously.
My thoughts of getting a new hat vanished as the massive beast approached and were replaced with thoughts of being mutilated by a huge hulking animal. 'Give Mallory my stereo' I thought, thinking absently of my cousin.
It was then when Rachel kicked into action, lunging at the piece of bread in Joey's steady hand. She yanked it away and tossed down to the ground, stomping on it madly. She grabbed at Joey's wrist and led us down to the picnic area, which is where we were now.
"I still can't believe you did that," Kelsey mused, her head resting in her hands. Phoebe looked longingly at the top of the huge mountain a few thousand feet away. I drummed my fingers on the side of my water bottle as Rachel continued to stare angrily at Joey.
"Let's go," Phoebe said impatiently. Rachel sighed and stood up.
"Fine."
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"Sheesh, I am so tired," I complained as we clumped up a hill to the Old Faithful Inn to visit the gift shop.
"Me too," Phoebe said.
Inside the hotel we were greeted by a cool blast of air conditioning. I looked up to see the wooden ceiling a few hundred feet above me. Staircases, railings, they were all made of wood. Before I could examine things even more closely, Kelsey seized my arm and dragged me into the shop.
Once I was in the giftshop, I took a ten-dollar bill out of my pocket and set off to look for a hat for Allen. Hopefully he wouldn't pound me over the loss over a plain little blue one. At least it wasn't on of the ones he got from our grandparents after a trip to Alaska, right?
They had a super deal on hats, five dollars apiece. So I decided I'd buy Trevor one, and me one too. After all, Jane was never complete without a hat, was she? I picked out one with a fish on it for Allen, a laughing buffalo for Trevor and a wolf for myself.
After we had paid, it took forever to round everyone up to get out of there. Joey had purchased a huge stuffed bear ("It's so cute!" he reasoned.). Phoebe bought inscence, and Kelsey found the perfect dream catcher.
"I'm still waiting for the perfect thing," Rachel said on the way back to the car. I nodded.
"That's a good idea," I said politely.
"That's what the smart shopper does," Kelsey added.
"Exactly!" Rachel said excitedly. Kelsey laughed and the two began chatting together about searching for the best bargains. I sighed and fished a Jolly Rancher out of my bag. I didn't like shopping, unless I was in the mood.
So I settled back for the ride home.
"Joey, this bear is shedding all over the car," Phoebe complained, and it was true: the bear's honey-colored fur was floating around, caught by the air conditioning and settling on the seats and the floor, not to mention on our clothes.
"Well, I'm not cleaning it up," I piped up, absentmindedly playing with my hair.
"It's not like we have a vacuum cleaner with us," Kelsey said.
"Monica probably has one," Rachel muttered as she stared out the window into a huge valley.
"This rocks," I said softly.
"Yeah," Kelsey agreed.
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As soon as we got back to the cabin, Joey had snatched the vacuum cleaner out of the little box Monica had stored it in. Monica, Ross and Chandler had gone off for a hike in the woods, and Allen, Trevor, Mom and Dad were still fishing, I'd bet.
My stomach ached for food.
"Kelsey," I shouted to my friend into the bedroom.
"Huh?" she asked loudly.
"I'm hungry. And not for candy!" I said, walking into the room.
"Well, your mom and dad left the money jar in their room, I think." The money jar was a jar (uh, yeah, obviously) that my parents kept money in just in case anyone needed it (usually for emergencies only, though, no quick shopping).
"Um, okay then. Maybe someone will want to go with us." I walked into Joey's room.
"Hey Jane," he said.
"Hey. Do you want to go for a walk with me and Kelsey?"
"Yeah, sure." And with that, the three of us headed out, Kelsey clutching the money jar. So for the second time that day, I clumped into the grocery store.
"This place is so small," I said. And I wasn't lying, the town was a little speck on a map. Kelsey picked out a bag of plain chips, and I chose some tortilla chips and salsa. Joey, meanwhile, was buying loads of candy and stuff. After I chose a few bottles of juice and a large bag of gummi worms, we went to pay.
But oh boy, if you thought nothing interesting was going to happen, you were wrong...
"Hey," Joey said to the woman working at the desk.
"Hello," she said flatly without looking up.
"My name's Joey."
"That's nice." It was at this point that Joey leaned over and whispered something to the woman, whose eyes bulged. She shoved him away and slapped him. Kelsey panicked and grabbed Joey's arm and hustled him out the door as I grabbed the bag and darted out the door after them.
When we had gotten home, I took a box of macaroni and cheese out of one of the bags of groceries my parents had bought and sat on the floor. Kelsey stumbled over to the stack of books that she had set the night before on the shelf under Ross' plastic dinosaurs. Joey wandered off to his room as Kelsey walked to hers carrying two paperbacks.
I picked my CD player up off of the kitchen table and put it on, beginning to loudly (and very badly) sing along to my Linkin Park CD.
How about a lesson for you? When people might just walk through the door and see you singing your little heart out, it's probably not a good time to play rock star. With that said...
After the water was in the pot and was boiling, I decided to go and watch TV. After all, this cabin got HBO. I was about to sit down and probably watch The Perfect Storm for the billionth time. But as I was about to sit, I saw Monica, Trevor, Allen, Mom, Dad, Ross and Chandler standing there, staring at me with amused expressions.
My face no doubt turned bright red as seven pairs of eyes focused on me.
"I was just...making dinner," I ventured. They nodded, and the boys sniggered as they ran off to play with their little Lego men. And to add to this already mortifying situation, Chandler spoke up.
"That was very...nice," he said, trying to hold back a giggle. I sighed and muttered a phrase that would probably get me grounded. I don't take embarrassment well.
And sure enough, when I turned the TV on, I was greeted by several shouting men on a boat, AKA The Perfect Storm. Ross, Monica and Chandler settled next to me on the floor. Just great. I prayed no one would mention my little concert.
"Hey, Allen!" I yelled.
"Huh?"
"How many fish did you catch?" He came running into the room along with Trevor.
"Oooh, The Perfect Storm!" he squeaked. I shrugged.
"We've only seen it a billion times," I mused thoughtfully. He nodded. "But did you have fun fishing?"
"Yeah! I got a hook stuck in my hat!" Suddenly I remembered: the hat! And I guess Allen did too. "Hey, where's my blue hat?" he asked. "Where is it, Jane?"
"Uh, Allen..." I said. I picked up the paper bag with the hats in it and clutched it for dear life. "Well, it was an accident!" His eyes were as large as dinner plates. "Well, I was looking over the edge of the bridge, and all of a sudden WHOSH! It landed in the river. But look! I got you a new one!" I rattled off.
Now it was Allen's turn to shrug. "Whatever, I got that when Dad didn't want it anymore." I sighed with relief.
The rest of the night was crazy. I burnt my hand on macaroni, and then the whole cabin dropped to their knees to find my mom's dropped contact lens. Joey and Allen and Trevor and I put more clothes on the moose head over the sink.
But there would be more wild goings-on the next day...
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