Chapter 16
I'm so sorry I didn't get this Chapter up last night as promised, but today is my Birthday, yayyyy, so ive been doing a lot of celebrating ;o) I think im going to have about another 5 chapters after this one, but im thinking about a "sequel" right now :o)
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Monday was the most uncomfortable day anyone of the friends had ever encountered. Monica and Chandler had left Stuarts house as soon as they could after the "incident". They said their goodbyes and Chandler promised to keep in touch, but he knew he never would. He had found it hard enough to look his cousin in the eye that morning, never mind spending the rest of his life doing so.
Chandler and Monica didn't speak all the way back to the hotel, neither had anything to say to each other, but neither knew why the other felt that way. All both knew was that they were mad, and a little sad into the bargain.
When they got back both Rachel and Ross where still in bed. They crept around the room, trying their hardest not wake them, but the attempt was in vain as Ross appeared in the doorway. Chandler felt a little relieved by his friends presence, at least now he had someone to talk to.
"Morning guys, your home early! Did you miss me?" Ross tried to make a joke but it died terribly. Monica and Chandler both looked at him in a non- responsive manner.
"What happened to you?" He nodded towards Chandler. "I know she's got a hangover, but what's with your long face?"
"I just didn't get much sleep, that's all," Chandler looked bewildered at Monica as she snorted at his answer and disappeared into her room.
"That's one hell of a sorehead she's got!" Ross commented on Monica's moodiness.
Chandler ignored him and entered his room, leaving Ross at a loss to the goings on. The whole day passed with the same bad atmosphere looming in the air. It was just lucky they were all leaving for home in less than 10 hours. Back to normality, or so they thought!
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Joey was still lying curled up in foetal position on Monica and Rachel's sofa. He hadn't moved since he had fallen there the day before. His eyes were open, but he was so non-responsive it was hard to tell if he was awake or not. He stared unemotionally at Monica's coffee table, never once blinking or diverting his eyes. He had too much on his mind. Thoughts of Phoebe were plaguing his brain, like a bad nightmare, only in real time. The frustration was building in him like a bomb waiting to go off, and it was about to explode at any moment.
Joey jumped from the sofa and kicked the coffee table across the room with all the force he could summon. He gazed fixedly at the upturned table and its contents strewn across the floor and burst into a high pitched wailing. He had never once in his life lost his temper the way he just had. He was always the calm and composed one of his friends and family, but now he didn't care about any of that. He wanted her back so badly he was willing to forsake anything. Losing Phoebe was like losing a limb, he didn't know how to live without it, but he had to adjust, he had no other option.
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Phoebe had spent the last two days stuck in the apartment, alone, bored and very, very scared. She had begun to set off for the supermarket the day before, but as she reached the street fear arose in her causing her to have a panic attack. She could have sworn she was about to die, that's what it felt like at least. It had been one of the most terrifying experience's she had encountered. Well, excluding her attacks. She just wished Joey had been there to make it all better, but he wasn't. To top it all off she was feeling Ill, like she was about to get a cold. Her body ached and she felt nauseous. She didn't even know where her nearest doctors office was, let alone get there in one piece. Everything was going downhill, including her mood. Depression was hitting her like a whirlwind, dragging her down into a dark place. Could she possibly get out of it alone?
~*~
The phone was ringing out, and Ross could hear it, but in his sleep he couldn't summon the energy to lift the handset. After a few more rings and a lot of sleep-filled deliberation Ross jolted himself from the bed and answered. An American woman's voice rang in Ross' ears, sending shivers down his spine. "Phoebe?"
"Good Morning Mr Gellar, this is your wake up call"
Ross let his body de-tense. "Oh, yeah right, I forgot I ordered that!"
"Will that be all Sir?" The woman asked.
"Yeah, thanks" Ross hung up and lay back in bed, staring at the white artexed ceiling.
He didn't know why he assumed so quickly the woman on the phone was Phoebe, but deep down he knew he wished it were her. In just a few hours they would all be back in New York and able to help Joey in his search. Ross had thought it strange he hadn't called yet to let the rest know what was happening. He took it as a bad sign, he knew if Joey had found Phoebe he would have been straight on the phone. He sighed and got out of bed, shut over the suitcase lid and went to wake the others. He was still in shock from the phone call, but that was nothing compared to the shock he was about to get at the airport!
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"This is the final boarding call for flight BA717 to JFK, please check in at gate 14"
"Guys get a move on! I refuse to be the last one on that plane!" Monica went off on her usual tirade.
"Hold on Mon, my cell is ringing" Rachel dropped her bag and answered it much to everyone's disgust.
Rachel walked away from the group so she could talk in private. She saw on the caller ID who was on the other end of the line and she didn't want anyone to hear her conversation.
Split screen to show Marie too
"Hi Marie, how are you?
"Hi Rachel, I'm great, thank you for asking. Listen this is just a short call. I had a call from head office in Paris and one of the managing directors has taken ill during the night. We are going to have to bring you in sooner than first imagined."
"oh my God how soon?" Rachel got a worried expression on her face.
"Well that is the problem. We need you tomorrow at the latest. We have a ticket waiting at Glasgow International for you. The flight leaves in an hour. Im so sorry it's a bit of a bomb shell."
Rachel was lost for words as Marie's last sentence ran though her mind. How the hell was she going to manage this?
"Marie, im two seconds away from getting on a plane to America!" Rachel still wasn't sure if she was going to get on the flight yet.
"Rachel you need to tell me now if you're taking this job. I have an A4 pad full of names that would jump at a chance like this." Marie's tone was turning into one that scared Rachel.
"I'm in!" Rachel took a deep breath, realising what she had just agreed to.
"Good, ill see you at Prada's head office in a few hours. Have a safe journey. Bye"
Marie hung up the phone, leaving Rachel dumbfounded. What was she going to tell everyone? How would they take it? Rachel walked back to her waiting friends.
"Guys I have something to tell you. I'm not going back to America with you!"
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Keep reviewing, I really appreciate all my feed back :o)
I'm so sorry I didn't get this Chapter up last night as promised, but today is my Birthday, yayyyy, so ive been doing a lot of celebrating ;o) I think im going to have about another 5 chapters after this one, but im thinking about a "sequel" right now :o)
~*~
Monday was the most uncomfortable day anyone of the friends had ever encountered. Monica and Chandler had left Stuarts house as soon as they could after the "incident". They said their goodbyes and Chandler promised to keep in touch, but he knew he never would. He had found it hard enough to look his cousin in the eye that morning, never mind spending the rest of his life doing so.
Chandler and Monica didn't speak all the way back to the hotel, neither had anything to say to each other, but neither knew why the other felt that way. All both knew was that they were mad, and a little sad into the bargain.
When they got back both Rachel and Ross where still in bed. They crept around the room, trying their hardest not wake them, but the attempt was in vain as Ross appeared in the doorway. Chandler felt a little relieved by his friends presence, at least now he had someone to talk to.
"Morning guys, your home early! Did you miss me?" Ross tried to make a joke but it died terribly. Monica and Chandler both looked at him in a non- responsive manner.
"What happened to you?" He nodded towards Chandler. "I know she's got a hangover, but what's with your long face?"
"I just didn't get much sleep, that's all," Chandler looked bewildered at Monica as she snorted at his answer and disappeared into her room.
"That's one hell of a sorehead she's got!" Ross commented on Monica's moodiness.
Chandler ignored him and entered his room, leaving Ross at a loss to the goings on. The whole day passed with the same bad atmosphere looming in the air. It was just lucky they were all leaving for home in less than 10 hours. Back to normality, or so they thought!
~*~
Joey was still lying curled up in foetal position on Monica and Rachel's sofa. He hadn't moved since he had fallen there the day before. His eyes were open, but he was so non-responsive it was hard to tell if he was awake or not. He stared unemotionally at Monica's coffee table, never once blinking or diverting his eyes. He had too much on his mind. Thoughts of Phoebe were plaguing his brain, like a bad nightmare, only in real time. The frustration was building in him like a bomb waiting to go off, and it was about to explode at any moment.
Joey jumped from the sofa and kicked the coffee table across the room with all the force he could summon. He gazed fixedly at the upturned table and its contents strewn across the floor and burst into a high pitched wailing. He had never once in his life lost his temper the way he just had. He was always the calm and composed one of his friends and family, but now he didn't care about any of that. He wanted her back so badly he was willing to forsake anything. Losing Phoebe was like losing a limb, he didn't know how to live without it, but he had to adjust, he had no other option.
~*~
Phoebe had spent the last two days stuck in the apartment, alone, bored and very, very scared. She had begun to set off for the supermarket the day before, but as she reached the street fear arose in her causing her to have a panic attack. She could have sworn she was about to die, that's what it felt like at least. It had been one of the most terrifying experience's she had encountered. Well, excluding her attacks. She just wished Joey had been there to make it all better, but he wasn't. To top it all off she was feeling Ill, like she was about to get a cold. Her body ached and she felt nauseous. She didn't even know where her nearest doctors office was, let alone get there in one piece. Everything was going downhill, including her mood. Depression was hitting her like a whirlwind, dragging her down into a dark place. Could she possibly get out of it alone?
~*~
The phone was ringing out, and Ross could hear it, but in his sleep he couldn't summon the energy to lift the handset. After a few more rings and a lot of sleep-filled deliberation Ross jolted himself from the bed and answered. An American woman's voice rang in Ross' ears, sending shivers down his spine. "Phoebe?"
"Good Morning Mr Gellar, this is your wake up call"
Ross let his body de-tense. "Oh, yeah right, I forgot I ordered that!"
"Will that be all Sir?" The woman asked.
"Yeah, thanks" Ross hung up and lay back in bed, staring at the white artexed ceiling.
He didn't know why he assumed so quickly the woman on the phone was Phoebe, but deep down he knew he wished it were her. In just a few hours they would all be back in New York and able to help Joey in his search. Ross had thought it strange he hadn't called yet to let the rest know what was happening. He took it as a bad sign, he knew if Joey had found Phoebe he would have been straight on the phone. He sighed and got out of bed, shut over the suitcase lid and went to wake the others. He was still in shock from the phone call, but that was nothing compared to the shock he was about to get at the airport!
~*~
"This is the final boarding call for flight BA717 to JFK, please check in at gate 14"
"Guys get a move on! I refuse to be the last one on that plane!" Monica went off on her usual tirade.
"Hold on Mon, my cell is ringing" Rachel dropped her bag and answered it much to everyone's disgust.
Rachel walked away from the group so she could talk in private. She saw on the caller ID who was on the other end of the line and she didn't want anyone to hear her conversation.
Split screen to show Marie too
"Hi Marie, how are you?
"Hi Rachel, I'm great, thank you for asking. Listen this is just a short call. I had a call from head office in Paris and one of the managing directors has taken ill during the night. We are going to have to bring you in sooner than first imagined."
"oh my God how soon?" Rachel got a worried expression on her face.
"Well that is the problem. We need you tomorrow at the latest. We have a ticket waiting at Glasgow International for you. The flight leaves in an hour. Im so sorry it's a bit of a bomb shell."
Rachel was lost for words as Marie's last sentence ran though her mind. How the hell was she going to manage this?
"Marie, im two seconds away from getting on a plane to America!" Rachel still wasn't sure if she was going to get on the flight yet.
"Rachel you need to tell me now if you're taking this job. I have an A4 pad full of names that would jump at a chance like this." Marie's tone was turning into one that scared Rachel.
"I'm in!" Rachel took a deep breath, realising what she had just agreed to.
"Good, ill see you at Prada's head office in a few hours. Have a safe journey. Bye"
Marie hung up the phone, leaving Rachel dumbfounded. What was she going to tell everyone? How would they take it? Rachel walked back to her waiting friends.
"Guys I have something to tell you. I'm not going back to America with you!"
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