Hey, I'm soooo sorry about the wait. Things have been really hectic lately
since they made me editor of the newspaper and you know how things go. Well
let's see, when we last left the story Rachel and Chandler found something
in their apartment and believe me it's a good thing. Anyways, enough of me
talking, on with the show . . . !
DISCLAIMER: If you think I own them then your not bright now aren't you?
JUST FRIENDS?
Chapter 9: The One with the Not Very Described Car Trip
The room was filled to the brim with candles. That was the first thing both Chandler and Rachel had noticed. "Oh my god," said Rachel, hands going to cover her mouth in awe. Chandler turned to her with his own look of disbelief. The room, as previously stated, was filled with candles. It made the entire apartment look almost golden, golden and CLEAN I might add. In the center of the apartment was a dinner for two, looked like maybe chicken or something. "Who could've done this," said Rachel, approaching the dinner. Chandler, for once at a loss for words, shrugged. This however was before he noticed a piece of paper on the counter. It simply stated:
Chandler and Rachel -
ENJOY!
Sincerely
A Friend
"Rach, there's a note here as well," called Chandler, showing her the tiny piece of paper. Rachel took it and when she looked up she had a devilish grin on her face. "Well Mr. Bing, I say we take advantage of this little 'miracle.' " Chandler also smiled, before leading her to the dinner. They sat down and enjoyed each other's company, meanwhile back in the bedroom . . .
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Joey had way lost the time. "Aw man, you mean I gotta stay in here?" he whined to no one. He had been about to step out the door until Chandler had opened it and but of course there was no way out. He stamped his foot on the ground and rubbed his chin in thought. "They're gonna come in here and do stuff," he whined once more. There really wasn't anyway out. Before Joey could do anything the door started to open. Joey, not knowing what to do, leapt into the closet and quickly closed it.
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When Chandler and Rachel had finished the dinner, another thing caught Rachel's eye. "Hey Chandler, look there's a trail of rose petals to the bedroom," she said, grinning. Chandler, getting the idea, got up and picked up Rachel. He kissed her deeply as he carried her damsel in distress style into the bedroom.
Once inside, he put her on the bed. She looked up at him and then her hand brushed against the gifts. "PRESENTS!" she squealed, moving out of the way and therefore causing Chandler to fall flat on his face. "I love you too Rach," he mumbled. He got up and saw that indeed there was two presents with a tag on them. Chandler picked up the one that has his name on it. Rachel took no time and had hers opened faster than most normal people blink. It was a small Tiffany's box and enclosed inside was a silver teardrop necklace. "This is beautiful," gushed Rachel, who turned to Chandler. She looked down at Chandler's gift, which was from Barney's, a soft, navy blue scarf. "Who did this?" asked Chandler.
"How many times have we asked that question?" said Rachel, putting her arms around Chandler. Chandler shrugged and kissed Rachel. In the process of doing this, he set her lightly on the bed. "Hee hee," came an all too familiar giggle from the closet. Chandler stopped.
"What's wrong?" asked Rachel. Chandler looked at the closet and sighed. "And behind door number two is a Mr. Joey Tribbiani." Rachel gasped when the door was flung open to reveal none other that Joey. "Joey! What are you doing here!!" screamed Rachel, leaping off the bed. "I was in here and you guys came in and I couldn't leave," he whined yet again. Chandler stared at him. "Why were you here in the first place?"
Joey looked down at the ground and fidgeted. Rachel's eyes lit up as she put two and two together. "Joey. Did you do all this for us?" she asked, softly. Joey shyly nodded. "Joey, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!" said Rachel, hugging Joey. Joey just grinned. Chandler also gave him a hug. "Joe, this is great but I hope you don't take this the wrong way but . . ." said Chandler leading Joey to the door and giving him a knowing glance. Joey grinned and nodded. He made his way out the door and a few seconds could hear Rachel and Chandler doing . . . stuff.
Normally the lewd Joey would want to film them or something along that lines but this Joey was different. He just turned on his heel and waltzed out the door. Of course not before he grabbed some food. This Joey was also hungry.
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THE NEXT MORNING:
Chandler awoke to the sounds of the shower. His blurry vision caught sight of a couple of suitcases. 'That's right. We're going to Rachel's parent's house today." He got up, groggily. He was really tired from the night before. The shower turned off and not too long after there appeared Rachel dressed and ready to go.
"Oh good your up, we need to get a move on. Ross and Phoebe are getting the car," she said, talking a mile a minute. Chandler held his hand up to stop her from talking before pulling her into his arms and giving a soft kiss. She melted, as if on cue. "Yeah, uh, you just come on down as soon as you dressed," she said, dreamily. She walked out of the room, tripping over herself. As soon as Chandler heard the door shut, he started to dance, "I still got it!!"
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"Monica, can we make a pitstop? Please!" whined Joey, fidgeted in the backseat. Monica groaned loudly. "Joey we're almost there and we just made a pitstop! I am NOT stopping," she yelled. "Wow, driving Monica, not that much fun, can we go back to drunk Monica?" said Phoebe, who was sitting in the front seat. Monica glared at Phoebe. They were about 15 minutes away from Westchester and tempers were running high. Ross was pouting since no one would let him drive because then they'd be late by two days. Rachel was a nervous wreck due to the fact that her father was sick and Chandler had taken the task of consoling her. Monica was determined to get them to Rachel's house if it killed her and Joey, well Joey was just Joey.
When they pulled up to Rachel's huge house, Joey and Rachel were about to burst, in two different way though. Monica parked the car and they left the task of the luggage up to the 'strong men', Chandler and Ross. When they reached the door, Rachel rang the doorbell and within minutes a maid answered it. "Ms. Rachel! How nice it is to see you again, please come this way, you mother and sisters are waiting for you," she said. "Rosie! Oh it's nice to see you too. Debbie here too, wow nice to know she could find it out her busy schedule to come," mumbled Rachel, walking into the spacious house with the others in tow. The house was . . . big. That's the only word that could really describe it. It definitely showed Mr. Green's wealth that's for sure. They followed Rachel into the sitting room where her mom and her two sisters' were sitting, Jill and Debbie. "Rachel, dear, so glad you could come on short notice."
"Of course Mom. How is he?" asked Rachel, sitting down. Rachel's mom sighed. "He's fine now, fine enough to order everyone around." Rachel smiled, weakly. "What has he got Mom?" she asked. Again she sighed. "Your father's sick of . . ."
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Fill in the blanks! What should Rachel's dad be sick of?? Email me at angeleyes887@hotmail.com and tell me what you think!
Later ~Ally~
DISCLAIMER: If you think I own them then your not bright now aren't you?
JUST FRIENDS?
Chapter 9: The One with the Not Very Described Car Trip
The room was filled to the brim with candles. That was the first thing both Chandler and Rachel had noticed. "Oh my god," said Rachel, hands going to cover her mouth in awe. Chandler turned to her with his own look of disbelief. The room, as previously stated, was filled with candles. It made the entire apartment look almost golden, golden and CLEAN I might add. In the center of the apartment was a dinner for two, looked like maybe chicken or something. "Who could've done this," said Rachel, approaching the dinner. Chandler, for once at a loss for words, shrugged. This however was before he noticed a piece of paper on the counter. It simply stated:
Chandler and Rachel -
ENJOY!
Sincerely
A Friend
"Rach, there's a note here as well," called Chandler, showing her the tiny piece of paper. Rachel took it and when she looked up she had a devilish grin on her face. "Well Mr. Bing, I say we take advantage of this little 'miracle.' " Chandler also smiled, before leading her to the dinner. They sat down and enjoyed each other's company, meanwhile back in the bedroom . . .
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Joey had way lost the time. "Aw man, you mean I gotta stay in here?" he whined to no one. He had been about to step out the door until Chandler had opened it and but of course there was no way out. He stamped his foot on the ground and rubbed his chin in thought. "They're gonna come in here and do stuff," he whined once more. There really wasn't anyway out. Before Joey could do anything the door started to open. Joey, not knowing what to do, leapt into the closet and quickly closed it.
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When Chandler and Rachel had finished the dinner, another thing caught Rachel's eye. "Hey Chandler, look there's a trail of rose petals to the bedroom," she said, grinning. Chandler, getting the idea, got up and picked up Rachel. He kissed her deeply as he carried her damsel in distress style into the bedroom.
Once inside, he put her on the bed. She looked up at him and then her hand brushed against the gifts. "PRESENTS!" she squealed, moving out of the way and therefore causing Chandler to fall flat on his face. "I love you too Rach," he mumbled. He got up and saw that indeed there was two presents with a tag on them. Chandler picked up the one that has his name on it. Rachel took no time and had hers opened faster than most normal people blink. It was a small Tiffany's box and enclosed inside was a silver teardrop necklace. "This is beautiful," gushed Rachel, who turned to Chandler. She looked down at Chandler's gift, which was from Barney's, a soft, navy blue scarf. "Who did this?" asked Chandler.
"How many times have we asked that question?" said Rachel, putting her arms around Chandler. Chandler shrugged and kissed Rachel. In the process of doing this, he set her lightly on the bed. "Hee hee," came an all too familiar giggle from the closet. Chandler stopped.
"What's wrong?" asked Rachel. Chandler looked at the closet and sighed. "And behind door number two is a Mr. Joey Tribbiani." Rachel gasped when the door was flung open to reveal none other that Joey. "Joey! What are you doing here!!" screamed Rachel, leaping off the bed. "I was in here and you guys came in and I couldn't leave," he whined yet again. Chandler stared at him. "Why were you here in the first place?"
Joey looked down at the ground and fidgeted. Rachel's eyes lit up as she put two and two together. "Joey. Did you do all this for us?" she asked, softly. Joey shyly nodded. "Joey, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!" said Rachel, hugging Joey. Joey just grinned. Chandler also gave him a hug. "Joe, this is great but I hope you don't take this the wrong way but . . ." said Chandler leading Joey to the door and giving him a knowing glance. Joey grinned and nodded. He made his way out the door and a few seconds could hear Rachel and Chandler doing . . . stuff.
Normally the lewd Joey would want to film them or something along that lines but this Joey was different. He just turned on his heel and waltzed out the door. Of course not before he grabbed some food. This Joey was also hungry.
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THE NEXT MORNING:
Chandler awoke to the sounds of the shower. His blurry vision caught sight of a couple of suitcases. 'That's right. We're going to Rachel's parent's house today." He got up, groggily. He was really tired from the night before. The shower turned off and not too long after there appeared Rachel dressed and ready to go.
"Oh good your up, we need to get a move on. Ross and Phoebe are getting the car," she said, talking a mile a minute. Chandler held his hand up to stop her from talking before pulling her into his arms and giving a soft kiss. She melted, as if on cue. "Yeah, uh, you just come on down as soon as you dressed," she said, dreamily. She walked out of the room, tripping over herself. As soon as Chandler heard the door shut, he started to dance, "I still got it!!"
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"Monica, can we make a pitstop? Please!" whined Joey, fidgeted in the backseat. Monica groaned loudly. "Joey we're almost there and we just made a pitstop! I am NOT stopping," she yelled. "Wow, driving Monica, not that much fun, can we go back to drunk Monica?" said Phoebe, who was sitting in the front seat. Monica glared at Phoebe. They were about 15 minutes away from Westchester and tempers were running high. Ross was pouting since no one would let him drive because then they'd be late by two days. Rachel was a nervous wreck due to the fact that her father was sick and Chandler had taken the task of consoling her. Monica was determined to get them to Rachel's house if it killed her and Joey, well Joey was just Joey.
When they pulled up to Rachel's huge house, Joey and Rachel were about to burst, in two different way though. Monica parked the car and they left the task of the luggage up to the 'strong men', Chandler and Ross. When they reached the door, Rachel rang the doorbell and within minutes a maid answered it. "Ms. Rachel! How nice it is to see you again, please come this way, you mother and sisters are waiting for you," she said. "Rosie! Oh it's nice to see you too. Debbie here too, wow nice to know she could find it out her busy schedule to come," mumbled Rachel, walking into the spacious house with the others in tow. The house was . . . big. That's the only word that could really describe it. It definitely showed Mr. Green's wealth that's for sure. They followed Rachel into the sitting room where her mom and her two sisters' were sitting, Jill and Debbie. "Rachel, dear, so glad you could come on short notice."
"Of course Mom. How is he?" asked Rachel, sitting down. Rachel's mom sighed. "He's fine now, fine enough to order everyone around." Rachel smiled, weakly. "What has he got Mom?" she asked. Again she sighed. "Your father's sick of . . ."
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Fill in the blanks! What should Rachel's dad be sick of?? Email me at angeleyes887@hotmail.com and tell me what you think!
Later ~Ally~