Wrong Side of the Tracks
Well, here you go! I didn't know exactly what t put, but whatever! : )
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"Chandler, what's going on?" Monica asked tightening her robe around herself. Chandler shook his head.
"I don't know! That's the problem!" He said sitting on her couch. Monica sat next to him. "I mean, I love Erica. I love her more than anything. She is so perfect for me in so many ways. We just, connect, you know?" He said moving his arms around. Monica motioned for him to continue.
"But....?" She urged.
"But I don't know if she is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." Chandler sighed. Monica sat back and stared at him. "Have-have, you ever met someone who was so perfect it made you sick?" Chandler asked. Monica nodded.
"Yea. Lots of times." Monica said casually.
"Well, I think that if Erica and I were a married couple, we would be the people who everyone despised, because of her always wanting to be perfect. I feel like I'm strapped." Chandler said helplessly. Monica gave him a weird look.
"And this is just now coming to you because?" She asked. Chandler took her hand.
"Because someone from my past showed up, and I can't stop daydreaming about what life would be like if I had chosen a different road." He said looking into her eyes. The way he looked at her made Monica feel like she was the only person in this world. "And it's not like I haven't felt this way forever. I mean, I never thought of myself being engaged to Erica when we began dating. I was going through a dry spell and wanted it right then and now. She was just an amazing person. But, I find myself seeing all of her faults recently. And I don't think I like what I see. Crap, is this making any sense?" He finally asked. Monica smiled.
"It's cold feet." She reassured him. Chandler looked at her deeply.
"If it's cold feet and not love, why do I want to kiss you?" He asked.
"If it's love and not old feet, why aren't you kissing me yet?" Monica shot back. Chandler smiled and leaned in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. It was simple. But after they had pulled apart, both craved more. Chandler leaned more on her, kissing her lips, then her neck; eventually both lay down on Monica's gray couch. Chandler moved his hand down her chest and past her stomach, but Monica stopped him. She pushed him up and she sat up.
"You're engaged." Monica said coldly. Chandler put his head in his hands, and then looked over at Monica.
"What am I going to do?" Chandler asked sadly. Monica put her arms around him hand hugged him.
"You need to do what's best. If you don't want to marry Erica, then you need to tell her the truth. As hard as that may be." Monica gulped. "But if you do want to marry Erica, because you love her, then you need to marry her."
"I'm sorry to bring this up to you." Chandler apologized. "It looks like I have some thinking to do." He said, standing. He took his coat. "Thank you for being such a great friend." Chandler showed himself to the door and Monica silently cried. She wanted him so badly, but Erica was rightfully his, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it. Monica finally pried herself off of her couch and went to bed.
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People never really knew a whole lot about Phoebe. She was a laidback woman with hippy ways. But one thing was for certain; she never did too well in love. Phoebe always set her standards high and challenged herself a lot. She would go above and beyond to get what she wanted; it was how she was raised. Love was no exception for her. She always seemed to go for the men who were involved or seriously out of her league. She wondered if she was cursed to wander this sorry excuse for a world alone.
There was one person who she had eyes for. His name was Jacob Sienna. He was a sweet man. He came to the strip club with his buddies all the time, but not to check out the strippers. He was on a "designated driver" club. He joined it after getting out of rehab. He and his friends would sit there all night prowling around for people who were overly intoxicated and drive them home. He and Phoebe just clicked.
He had promised her a life full of love and support. He wasn't rich, which was a ways away from the men Phoebe went for, and he wasn't married or involved. Phoebe had struck gold. The two were inseparable. Phoebe had never been IN love, but if she had to take a guess at what it felt like, this would have been it. She was about to quit and live with him forever, when it happened.
He was being so good at staying sober. 167 days sober. She had been so proud of him. But temptation got the best of him, and he fell back into his old ways and fell into a pit of darkness and alcoholism. He was speeding home that night; he was so ashamed and disappointed in himself. He turned a corner too quickly and slammed into a minivan. The six-member family was all pushed back and down a hill, eventually rolling into a shallow river: upside down. As for Jacob? He survived. He later learned that the family consisted of a mom, a dad, a three year old, a twelve year old and a newborn. They were traveling from New York to a few states and then Florida for their first trip to Disney World.
Jacob was put into critical for about two weeks before they released him, just in time for his trial. Phoebe came to visit him everyday, telling him that she was there for him and that she would wait for him. The trial ended and Jacob was sentenced to life, no parole. Phoebe promised she would wait, but after a year it seems like waiting is no use, and with one night, Phoebe's hopes and Phoebe's dreams of knowing what true love was vanished into thin air.
Phoebe stepped into the little coffee shop she had usually passed by every day, but decided to actually go in. It was called the Central Perk, and she thought it gave off a very cozy vibe. Her lover, Homer Seymour had a visitor when Phoebe arrived, his wife had gotten home early. Needless to day Phoebe had been cussed at and objects thrown at her, but she was okay. She walked up to the counter where a man was sitting reading a newspaper.
"Could I get a jelly donut?" She asked. The white haired man (Gunther, in case you don't know.) looked at her and pointed.
"That man over there just ordered the last two, but he never eats both of them. I'm sure he will give you one if you pay him for it." The man said. Phoebe looked over t he man who was reading a magazine. Then she saw the donut. Oh, she wanted that donut. She thanked Gunther and walked over to the man.
"Excuse me sir, but could I please buy one of the donuts from you?" She asked. She felt so dumb for asking such an absurd favor. The man looked up.
"Sure." He said slowly. Phoebe looked at him and blushed a little.
"Take a picture, it will last longer." She joked.
"I'm sorry, you are just so gorgeous." He exclaimed. She looked at him strangely.
"And how many girls have you said that to tonight, Joseph Tibbianni?" She asked. Joey looked at her funny.
"How do you know my name?" He asked. Phoebe took his magazine and pointed to the man on the front, who just so happened to be him.
"I watch your show, too." She smiled. "How much do I owe you?" She asked.
"It's free." Joey said simply. Phoebe laughed at took her donut to the couch. She licked her lips and took a large bit, and in doing so, a stream of jelly fell down her blouse. She hurried over to the napkin area, just to see there were no napkins. Looking around, she saw Joey had a bunch of napkins. Casually, she walked back over to him. Without taking his eyes off of the magazine, he handed her a napkin.
"Rule number one of Jelly Donuts: Never eat them without supervision of a napkin." He informed her. Phoebe tried desperately to get the red stain out, but it was no use. She smiled at him for his generosity.
"I'll remember that." She smiled. Soon, she found herself sitting across from him and both were in deep conversation about their lives. He didn't even seem to care when she told him she was a stripper. An hour came, and went. Another hour came, and went. Finally, Gunther came over to tell them he was closing. Phoebe looked at Joey and smiled.
"Thank you." She began.
"For what?" He asked. Phoebe smiled.
"For treating me like a human being." She said before she left. Joey watched her walk away, and suddenly a feeling that he had never felt before came over him. And now he was determined to find out just what that feeling was....
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Chandler came into his apartment just how he had left it, but now Erica seemed angry.
"Where were you?" She asked. Chandler looked at her.
"I went for a walk." He wasn't lying all the way. After he went to Monica's he DID go for a walk.
"Well, I was worried sick, and now I feel sick." She informed him. Chandler looked at her. She did look pale. She looked tired too. He walked over to her. He was happy with his decision to stay with her. He was happy with her. Both of them sat on the couch.
"What's wrong?" Chandler asked concerned. Erica began to stutter and hold off tears.
"I'm, I'm pregnant." She finally got out. Chandler smiled.
"But honey, that's great!" Chandler exclaimed. Erica shook her head.
"No it's not...."
"Yea it is! We are going to be a family. We are going to have a little girl or boy and..." He began. Erica stood up.
"WE are not! Because..." She cried. Chandler had already caught no, but needed to hear the words, he needed to know if it was true. "Because it's not yours."
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XOXOElizabethXOXO
I know it doesn't seem like something Erica would do, but wait to find out WHY she did what she did before you diss it, okay? THANK YOU! sorry r n r fans, they were kind of busy if you know what I mean!
Well, here you go! I didn't know exactly what t put, but whatever! : )
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"Chandler, what's going on?" Monica asked tightening her robe around herself. Chandler shook his head.
"I don't know! That's the problem!" He said sitting on her couch. Monica sat next to him. "I mean, I love Erica. I love her more than anything. She is so perfect for me in so many ways. We just, connect, you know?" He said moving his arms around. Monica motioned for him to continue.
"But....?" She urged.
"But I don't know if she is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." Chandler sighed. Monica sat back and stared at him. "Have-have, you ever met someone who was so perfect it made you sick?" Chandler asked. Monica nodded.
"Yea. Lots of times." Monica said casually.
"Well, I think that if Erica and I were a married couple, we would be the people who everyone despised, because of her always wanting to be perfect. I feel like I'm strapped." Chandler said helplessly. Monica gave him a weird look.
"And this is just now coming to you because?" She asked. Chandler took her hand.
"Because someone from my past showed up, and I can't stop daydreaming about what life would be like if I had chosen a different road." He said looking into her eyes. The way he looked at her made Monica feel like she was the only person in this world. "And it's not like I haven't felt this way forever. I mean, I never thought of myself being engaged to Erica when we began dating. I was going through a dry spell and wanted it right then and now. She was just an amazing person. But, I find myself seeing all of her faults recently. And I don't think I like what I see. Crap, is this making any sense?" He finally asked. Monica smiled.
"It's cold feet." She reassured him. Chandler looked at her deeply.
"If it's cold feet and not love, why do I want to kiss you?" He asked.
"If it's love and not old feet, why aren't you kissing me yet?" Monica shot back. Chandler smiled and leaned in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. It was simple. But after they had pulled apart, both craved more. Chandler leaned more on her, kissing her lips, then her neck; eventually both lay down on Monica's gray couch. Chandler moved his hand down her chest and past her stomach, but Monica stopped him. She pushed him up and she sat up.
"You're engaged." Monica said coldly. Chandler put his head in his hands, and then looked over at Monica.
"What am I going to do?" Chandler asked sadly. Monica put her arms around him hand hugged him.
"You need to do what's best. If you don't want to marry Erica, then you need to tell her the truth. As hard as that may be." Monica gulped. "But if you do want to marry Erica, because you love her, then you need to marry her."
"I'm sorry to bring this up to you." Chandler apologized. "It looks like I have some thinking to do." He said, standing. He took his coat. "Thank you for being such a great friend." Chandler showed himself to the door and Monica silently cried. She wanted him so badly, but Erica was rightfully his, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it. Monica finally pried herself off of her couch and went to bed.
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People never really knew a whole lot about Phoebe. She was a laidback woman with hippy ways. But one thing was for certain; she never did too well in love. Phoebe always set her standards high and challenged herself a lot. She would go above and beyond to get what she wanted; it was how she was raised. Love was no exception for her. She always seemed to go for the men who were involved or seriously out of her league. She wondered if she was cursed to wander this sorry excuse for a world alone.
There was one person who she had eyes for. His name was Jacob Sienna. He was a sweet man. He came to the strip club with his buddies all the time, but not to check out the strippers. He was on a "designated driver" club. He joined it after getting out of rehab. He and his friends would sit there all night prowling around for people who were overly intoxicated and drive them home. He and Phoebe just clicked.
He had promised her a life full of love and support. He wasn't rich, which was a ways away from the men Phoebe went for, and he wasn't married or involved. Phoebe had struck gold. The two were inseparable. Phoebe had never been IN love, but if she had to take a guess at what it felt like, this would have been it. She was about to quit and live with him forever, when it happened.
He was being so good at staying sober. 167 days sober. She had been so proud of him. But temptation got the best of him, and he fell back into his old ways and fell into a pit of darkness and alcoholism. He was speeding home that night; he was so ashamed and disappointed in himself. He turned a corner too quickly and slammed into a minivan. The six-member family was all pushed back and down a hill, eventually rolling into a shallow river: upside down. As for Jacob? He survived. He later learned that the family consisted of a mom, a dad, a three year old, a twelve year old and a newborn. They were traveling from New York to a few states and then Florida for their first trip to Disney World.
Jacob was put into critical for about two weeks before they released him, just in time for his trial. Phoebe came to visit him everyday, telling him that she was there for him and that she would wait for him. The trial ended and Jacob was sentenced to life, no parole. Phoebe promised she would wait, but after a year it seems like waiting is no use, and with one night, Phoebe's hopes and Phoebe's dreams of knowing what true love was vanished into thin air.
Phoebe stepped into the little coffee shop she had usually passed by every day, but decided to actually go in. It was called the Central Perk, and she thought it gave off a very cozy vibe. Her lover, Homer Seymour had a visitor when Phoebe arrived, his wife had gotten home early. Needless to day Phoebe had been cussed at and objects thrown at her, but she was okay. She walked up to the counter where a man was sitting reading a newspaper.
"Could I get a jelly donut?" She asked. The white haired man (Gunther, in case you don't know.) looked at her and pointed.
"That man over there just ordered the last two, but he never eats both of them. I'm sure he will give you one if you pay him for it." The man said. Phoebe looked over t he man who was reading a magazine. Then she saw the donut. Oh, she wanted that donut. She thanked Gunther and walked over to the man.
"Excuse me sir, but could I please buy one of the donuts from you?" She asked. She felt so dumb for asking such an absurd favor. The man looked up.
"Sure." He said slowly. Phoebe looked at him and blushed a little.
"Take a picture, it will last longer." She joked.
"I'm sorry, you are just so gorgeous." He exclaimed. She looked at him strangely.
"And how many girls have you said that to tonight, Joseph Tibbianni?" She asked. Joey looked at her funny.
"How do you know my name?" He asked. Phoebe took his magazine and pointed to the man on the front, who just so happened to be him.
"I watch your show, too." She smiled. "How much do I owe you?" She asked.
"It's free." Joey said simply. Phoebe laughed at took her donut to the couch. She licked her lips and took a large bit, and in doing so, a stream of jelly fell down her blouse. She hurried over to the napkin area, just to see there were no napkins. Looking around, she saw Joey had a bunch of napkins. Casually, she walked back over to him. Without taking his eyes off of the magazine, he handed her a napkin.
"Rule number one of Jelly Donuts: Never eat them without supervision of a napkin." He informed her. Phoebe tried desperately to get the red stain out, but it was no use. She smiled at him for his generosity.
"I'll remember that." She smiled. Soon, she found herself sitting across from him and both were in deep conversation about their lives. He didn't even seem to care when she told him she was a stripper. An hour came, and went. Another hour came, and went. Finally, Gunther came over to tell them he was closing. Phoebe looked at Joey and smiled.
"Thank you." She began.
"For what?" He asked. Phoebe smiled.
"For treating me like a human being." She said before she left. Joey watched her walk away, and suddenly a feeling that he had never felt before came over him. And now he was determined to find out just what that feeling was....
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Chandler came into his apartment just how he had left it, but now Erica seemed angry.
"Where were you?" She asked. Chandler looked at her.
"I went for a walk." He wasn't lying all the way. After he went to Monica's he DID go for a walk.
"Well, I was worried sick, and now I feel sick." She informed him. Chandler looked at her. She did look pale. She looked tired too. He walked over to her. He was happy with his decision to stay with her. He was happy with her. Both of them sat on the couch.
"What's wrong?" Chandler asked concerned. Erica began to stutter and hold off tears.
"I'm, I'm pregnant." She finally got out. Chandler smiled.
"But honey, that's great!" Chandler exclaimed. Erica shook her head.
"No it's not...."
"Yea it is! We are going to be a family. We are going to have a little girl or boy and..." He began. Erica stood up.
"WE are not! Because..." She cried. Chandler had already caught no, but needed to hear the words, he needed to know if it was true. "Because it's not yours."
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XOXOElizabethXOXO
I know it doesn't seem like something Erica would do, but wait to find out WHY she did what she did before you diss it, okay? THANK YOU! sorry r n r fans, they were kind of busy if you know what I mean!