This is it, folks. I want to thank everyone who's read this. The feedback kept me going. Anyway, I want to list all the songs used: Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon, Rexall by Dave Navarro, Boiler by Limp Bizkit, I Will Deny by Dwarves, My Way Out by David Usher, the chapter title Don't Call Me Baby was a line from a dance song from a long time ago that I don't remember. Anyway, here's the epilogue. I read a fanfic a while back with Ross and Chandler's band, except Chandler's fucking every girl in sight. I'm not saying whoever it was copied me but isn't that the highest compliment? Anyway, please enjoy. I don't have many ideas except for Star Wars fics right now. Smell ya later.
Epilogue
Mom! Lynne stole my make up again!
Monica and Chandler exchanged a look, as if to say, you wanna take this one? Monice turned around to see their oldest daughter, Maggie, and the second youngest, Lynne, standing in the doorway. Lynne was smeared with lipstick and bright blue eyeliner.
Lynne, we told you, you can use Maggie's make up, but ask first. Can you remember that for the next time? Lynne pouted and stared at the toes of the scuffed dress up shoes she'd inherited from Maggie.
It had been fourteen years since that fateful night at Barrymore's music hall. Maggie was twelve, Julie, ten, Lynne, six, and Ashley was only three. They had married exactly nine months before Maggie had been born. They always told her she was their best wedding present.
Monica sighed, the warm summer breeze ruffling the frayed edge of her shorts. At 32, she still looked 19 (at least in his eyes), save for the smile lines that had begun to crease her cheeks.
After they played at Barrymore's, they'd recorded their album and a few hits. They recorded four more, more hits followed, and in 1995, Ross left to finish college. Chandler started his own record company and had signed a number of successful acts. They lived comfortably in the suburbs, had a mini van and a big stupid dog they loved dearly anyway. She was happier than she ever thought was possible.
Monica reached over and squeezed Chandler's hand. He smiled at her and gave her a peck. They both turned at watched the sunset, and as he settled an arm around her, drawing her close, she never felt so complete.