Alright! Jenni's starting a new fic when her other one's not done! This is CRAZY!!! Either way, this is an idea most people already know…well, some, as I asked for their opinion…I'm going for teenager…and hush hush up! No one must know!! (until I write it that is…)
The characters are all around…32-34 years old…so, about the ages they are on the show at the moment :) Oh! And um Ross and Monica ARE related, but only cousins…cuz it just makes it easier :P aaaand Chandler doesn't know the 'gang'. Oh! I don't know how schools down there go, but up here, they're as I describe. So, apologies for inaccuracies. (I bolded everything so that it caught your eye…smart eh? :P…teeheehee)
Disclaimer: *hands in the air* I DIDN'T TAKE THEM OKAY?! STOP FEELING ME UP YOU BIATCH!! *huffs* FINE! They're in that overly large cardboard box…NO THEY'RE NOT NAKED!
(sorry, it's 10:49PM and I'm in a strange mood) See, disclaimers can be interesting :D
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He heard the door slam and couldn't help but roll his eyes. His dad always complained about how hard work was and blew it off when he said school was stressing him out.
"Colby! Get down here!"
"Coming Dad…" Colby sighed, pushed his books and binders off to one side and headed downstairs. "What?" He asked, bounding down the steps.
"I told you to make dinner! Why is there nothing on the table?" Chandler asked, flustered.
Colby stared at him, then blinked.
"Don't look at me like that! I told you I'd be home late, and that I wanted you to make dinner!" He let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. "Whatever. Thank God for microwavable foods." He grabbed some packages out of the fridge and tossed them into the microwave. "How was school today? Get any homework yet?"
"It was boring. Although, we did get a new home ec. teacher. Homework…um, I have some math left to do, but that's about it."
"Home ec. huh? What was wrong with your other teacher?"
"Apparently she was only temporary until this teacher came in. I can't remember her name though…"
"Good job paying attention in class son."
"Well, she didn't write it on the board!" He said, half-jokingly. "Well, you have to go meet her anyways, there's a meet the teachers thingy this week."
"Hm. What day?"
"Wednesday afternoon to night."
Chandler thought this through for a moment, "Yeah, I can go."
"Alright. I'll give you the sheet when I get it."
*beep beep beep beep beep*
"Dinner's ready!" Chandler called out as if he were calling a bunch of children to dinner.
"I'm right here dad. There's no one else you need to call."
"I know…" Chandler sighed. His son never seemed to appreciate his jokes. Then again, did teenagers ever appreciate anything associated with their parents?
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Chandler bustled around, cleaning and tidying up the house. There wasn't much for him to do. Bills were paid, laundry was done, not even dishes to clean! He sighed and went upstairs to his bedroom to change into more comfortable clothing. He looked around his room and took in how bare it was. Nothing he kept was particularly 'prized' and nothing meant a lot to him. Except for a picture in a homemade picture frame. It was of him and is ex-girlfriend. Sara, his highschool sweetheart. He sighed. He hadn't spoken to her since she moved, and that was over 15 years ago.
I wonder if her parents still hate me…he pondered. It really wasn't my fault! Just because I PRODUCE sperm… She seduced me…she knows it…too bad they don't. Chandler hung up his suit and threw his socks in the hamper. Sitting down again, he allowed himself to be lost in a familiar daydream.
A pretty girl, gorgeous smile standing in front of him under the moonlight waiting for the proper goodbye after the perfect date. He saw himself lifting his hand up and grazing her cheek, then lean in for a soft, sweet kiss.
The scene felt as surreal as a fairy tale. Dating was as far off as the land where fairies, save the tooth fairy, existed.
Chandler sighed again, allowing his shoulders to slump. He felt even more lonely now than he ever did. I'm 34, I work at a job that doesn't reward me in any way but money and I barely even have any friends, let alone girlfriend. Even his own son had someone.
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"So, is she really hot?" Laurie asked, in a mock jealous voice.
"Uh yeah! Probably the one and only teacher to fit into that category! Well, except for that fashion teacher of yours." Colby answered, with brute honesty.
"Thanks hon, I needed that."
"Oh, well, she's got nothing on you!" Born a sweet talker baby.
Laurie giggled, "Thanks. Why are you taking that class anyways? You don't even like cooking and let alone sewing."
"I have to! I need it to graduate. Plus, I don't sew. It's just cooking and learning about nutrition for me." He winced as he said that, "Besides, you said girls like men who can cook."
"Mm, that I did…So, are we still on for Wednesday?"
"You bet sweetie. I'll pick you up at around 5:30. How does that sound?"
"Great." Her smile radiated over the phone, "I can't wait!"
"Me neither. One month!"
"I bet that's a milestone for you." Laurie joked, knowing the ways of her man.
"Naw, you didn't know about this one girl…" He sighed, "She actually broke up with me."
Laurie burst out laughing, "Are you serious?! Why was I never told of this?" She asked, laughter still in her voice, "Oh, right. We can't destroy the reputation of the player!" She joked.
"Oh shut up. I'm not that bad." Colby replied, defensive.
"That's true. Well, I've got to get going. Math homework awaits."
"Alright sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye"
"Night." Colby said and hung up the phone. Before the earpiece even had time to cool off, the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Hey Colby! What's up?"
"Not much Dan. How about you?"
"Same here buddy. Hey, did we have any homework in Biology?"
"Um, just reading the first two chapters."
"Alright. Yo. I hear the new cooking teacher's some eye candy huh?"
Colby couldn't help but laugh. Never was a teacher the center of two telephone calls, "Yeah man. I've got her right after lunch."
"You're kidding! You're lucky man."
A chuckle came out of him once more, "Sure dude, whatever. I've got to get going alright?"
"Yeah man, whatever. See you tomorrow."
"See ya."
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Monica barely managed to hang up her jacket before she collapsed. Sure, she had taught classes before, but always without the overhanging feeling that she would have to teach those same classes day after day. Man, being a substitute has its pros. She had four classes. Two in the morning and two in the afternoon. A class of each grade 9, 10, 11 and 12. She sighed and let her hair down so that it cascaded over her shoulders. I don't know why I keep it long, she thought, I always have to keep it up…She combed her fingers through her hair and kicked off her 'comfort shoes', but not without making a mental note to put them back on the shoe rack when she came back.
She wandered through the hall into the bedroom of her two-bedroom apartment. Like I'll ever use the other room, she thought despairingly. She changed out of her work clothes and put on some fleece sweats and a baby T. She wandered through her living room and turned on the TV.
"6:30, nothing but news." She said to herself. "Always something interesting going on in New York."
She made her way back into the kitchen, placed her shoes and the rack, and stood, hands on hips, staring into her kitchen. For the first time in her life, she didn't want to cook.
"Leftovers baby." She walked briskly over to her fridge, pulled out a doggy bag and emptied its contents into a bowl. "Microwaves. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you guys." She chuckled to herself, "Look at me, talking to my microwave." She stuck her bowl inside and shut the door. "I really need to get out more." She shook her head and set it to three minutes.
No sooner did she sit down, the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hey Mon! Or should I say, Ms. Geller."
"Hey Rach. Oh wait, Ms. Green."
"How was your first day? Hectic?"
"You got that right." A sigh seemed to emphasize her point. "Man. I've forgotten how rude teenagers can be!"
"And to think we were teenagers once huh?"
"Yeah…"
"Mm, speaking of which, I hear you're the new 'hot teacher' at school. You, my friend, have taken my place." Rachel seemed to be glad to be rid of such position.
Monica scoffed, "What are you talking about?!"
"You didn't see?"
"No, actually, I didn't."
"All the boys were staring at you."
"Really." Monica answered, incredulously. "Well, I'll keep a look out tomorrow."
Rachel laughed at the other end. "What's so funny?"
"Did I just hear your microwave beep woman? Are you giving in?!?!"
"Oh be quiet. I'm tired. Plus, it's your fault."
"How is it my fault?!"
"You didn't eat enough yesterday, and then you make me take home the doggy bags!"
"Pfft. Whatever woman, you used a microwave."
Monica couldn't help but laugh, "Well, since my food is now 'cooked'," she joked, making quotes with her fingers, "I'm going to go eat."
"Alright. See you tomorrow hon. Bright and early!" Her voice still showed her obvious amusement.
"Unfortunately." Both women shared a giggle, "Bye!"
"Bye." Monica hung up the phone and shook her head. Leave it up to Rachel Green to make fun of her microwave use. As she got out her utensils, she felt unusually lonesome. Sighing, she got the bowl out of the microwave and ate dinner alone.
A.N. Well, that's the start! Can you see it forming?! Like the grease spots in YOUR microwave?! Please leave a review! Thankies! Oh! To those who actually read Attraction x2, it will be continued when I have inspiration again mmkay? Maybe…just maybe if you review this one, I might think about reviving that one! :P TTFN!