Disclaimer: I'm sorry, I thought I was Martha Kauffman or David Crane for a moment there, but apparantly, I was wrong.
So leave me alone. =_(
Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews everyone!!!! I think this chapter's pretty stupid, but I don't really care because it has what I wanted in it...so...yeah.
Exintaris - thank you for pointing those out. I'll try to avoid them in the future!! =)
Liz - =D Thanks!!!
LiL KiM 2489 - sorry, I don't think I'm updating it very often, though, am I? =P
dupton - thanks!!! I love your fics too!! And Joey and Rachel - DUH yeah!!!!
love the story - lol nice nickname. and thank you to you too!!!
Now on with the story...
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I met my dad.
I didn't choose him as one of the people I could communicate with.
And I met him.
Five years.
And I met my dad, finally.
I saw him, and he saw me, and I hugged him, and we cried.
Yep, Jack Geller's dead.
He asked me what heaven was like.
I told him what I'm gonna tell you guys.
Heaven's pretty okay, really. The floor's brilliant, we don't need beds with all the fluff we've got.
I think I'm losing my cleaning touch. I drop a sauce of pizza [purposely, so I can get something to clean] and I go get a towel and run back and what do I see? Nothing. Just white cloud, like before. I swear, I hate that. Stupid cloudy stuff sucks it up or something. But it doesn't suck up stuff like tables and chairs or whatever....
Oh, and you know I told you that Nana told me that we get to communicate with five people we choose?
Well, I was wrong, actually. We get to communicate, yeah, yeah, but the worst part is, they don't remember my last visit the next time I come to visit. It's as if I didn't come before at all. They forget as soon as I leave, so that they don't tell everyone that people from heaven can communicate. Haha, they'd try to reach Elvis, wouldn't they? [AAAH! I met him last night!! He sang Burnin' Love at the Kareoke Bar!!!] And do you know HOW long a visit of mine lasts? Two hours. Yeah. And two hours a FORTNIGHT. Another thing I hate.
Okay, the positive stuff. Our houses are mixes of our old houses and our roomie's old house. That's nice, I guess.
And we get the stuff we want to get. Like, we just picture something, clearly, in our minds, and we get that. That THING. I've tried to get Chandler up here and he would've died that same night if the Heaven Governent hadn't found out and hadn't given him his life back to him. Anyway, I got a virtual player thing, and a great MP3 player and stuff like that. Cool, innit?
"Sometimes I get so wierd, I even freak myself out,
I laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby..."
-Anything But Ordinary
-Avril Lavigne
I think that that song's probably my room-mate's theme song. She's VERY wierd, and I'm sure I hear her giggling at around twelve midnight.
My roomie. Her name's Candyeidi. She says her name's the product of a Willy Wonka as a father and a Heidi lover as a mother. I call her Candy, it just suits her more. She's sweet, but sometimes sour, sometimes neither of them or sometimes really bland. That's probably why I call her wierd, I guess.
She's a great friend, really. She makes me laugh with fast thought replies and she reminded me to live my second life instead of looking back on the past. She's a lot like Phoebe. If Pheebs died they'd probably love each other, I bet. They're both suckers for ESP and aura-cleaning and stuff like that. But Candy's more down to earth than Pheebs...haha, down to earth...
But Candy's also not that much like Pheebs. She abides lots of rules unlike Phoebe, which I normally would like, but it's against the law to communicate with you guys. Because no one should know about this...[scroll down later] Anyway, Candy can't know about this or else she'd go rattling off to the police and they'd arrest me at once.
Okay...
Because no one should know about this. Because if this was known to everyone in the world, who KNOWS what they'd try to do. So I have to ask you guys a favor.
Do NOT tell ANYONE that you're reading this. I usually like referrals, but honestly, if anyone else knew about this and rattled it off to everyone, the whole world'd go into chaos and I'd DEFINITELY be arrested.
But you're welcome to give this address to Chandler Bing, Rachel Green, Phoebe Buffay-Geller, Joey Tribbiani or Ross Geller. I know they'd love to hear from me.
OH yeah!! I could write a note for them during my next visit!!! WHY didn't I think of this before?
Dadadadadadadadadadadadada...
I can't believe I forgot something!!!!!!
Okay, so it was a Saturday, and the five of them were together, having fun. They were all at Chandler's [and mine, once] apartment, watching a few movies. My daughter was at my parents' house. Things weren't looking that bad. Rachel had gotten a promotion and was positively beaming. Joey was smiling for her and Phoebe and Ross were grinning as well. Chandler was, too, but not as much as the rest.
Either he was so engrossed in the movie...
...or I really must've depressed him. I somehow had the gut feeling that it was the latter.
I stay there down with them. We were all laughing and everything, but none of them could hear me, feel me, touch me.
They had a food fight, too. Popcorn was being thrown everywhere and there were puddles of coke all over my carpeted floor.
I stared at them, angry. Who'd do such a stupid thing like that?
'Oh, yeah,' I remembered.
Them.
As they got up later, their t-shirts super sticky and their hair messy with a few bits of popcorn later, Chandler reminded them to help him clean up. [I knew I married him for a reason!]
They got their brooms and mops out and started mopping reluctantly.
"You know, guys," Ross started softly.
They stopped and looked at him.
"Monica would've made us do this earlier than Chandler did."
The others smiled. "Yeah..." remarked Chandler, his eyes quite bright, "Remember when we teased her for being so neat freaky?"
They nodded...and I did too. I could remember that time clearly.
"Yeah, she just HAD to get up from bed to get that pair of shoes from the living room!" Rachel squealed, laughing.
We joined in.
I smiled and lifted my hand to wave furiously, forgetting for a moment that they couldn't see me. I felt a gust of wind from my hand...
Rachel's hair got messed up.
"Erm, what was that?" she asked.
Phoebe was staring at her.
"She's here," she whispered, softly, quietly.
She turned to look at me. "Hey Mon."
I, in turn, said, "Hey Pheebs," to her.
"I can hear rustling..." Joey said slowly.
The rest of them came next to Phoebe.
"Hey guys," I said, louder than before.
"I can hear something too!!" Rachel smiled.
Ross glanced at the window. "B-but that's impossible. The window's closed, the television's off, and I'm sure there aren't any mice or cockroaches here..."
"Ewwwww!!!" I screamed.
Ross spun around.
"Monica?"
"You can hear me?!?!" I yelled.
"Yeah, Mon, we can hear you..." Chandler said. His eyes were wide.
I gave a huge smile. "YES!" I squealed, pumping my fists in the air, thus creating more wind.
"You're smiling, aren't you?" Chandler said, amused. His hair was ruffled.
"How can you tell?" I said loudly.
"I can hear it in your voice." he replied.
Moments passed by as I stared at all my friends and they stared back at me...well, where I was supposed to be, anyway.
"Oh my God, Mon, how?" Rachel was awestruck.
"You're a ghost, aren't you?" Phoebe bounced.
"Uh, yeah, I am," I laughed loudly.
I tried to hug them, and I made it even more windy, but I didn't care.
They couldn't see me, but they could definitely hear me.
Hours passed gaily and suddenly sounds of early morning activity filled the room.
"Okay, guys," I yelled, "I'd better go."
"We'd better, too," Rachel and Joey said at the same time, then glanced at each other and blushed. I giggled.
Ross and Phoebe nodded too. "So should we."
Chandler agreed. "I have to go pick up Becky."
I nodded. "Okay."
"Bye, Mon!" they chorused.
"Bye, guys," I yelled.
"Come down here tomorrow next week, can you?" Chandler asked.
I said the affirmative and left. My throat couldn't be more sore, my eyes couldn't be more wet, my stomach couldn't be aching any more than this, but I was happy.
Because for the first time in my life for years, I felt complete.
So leave me alone. =_(
Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews everyone!!!! I think this chapter's pretty stupid, but I don't really care because it has what I wanted in it...so...yeah.
Exintaris - thank you for pointing those out. I'll try to avoid them in the future!! =)
Liz - =D Thanks!!!
LiL KiM 2489 - sorry, I don't think I'm updating it very often, though, am I? =P
dupton - thanks!!! I love your fics too!! And Joey and Rachel - DUH yeah!!!!
love the story - lol nice nickname. and thank you to you too!!!
Now on with the story...
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I met my dad.
I didn't choose him as one of the people I could communicate with.
And I met him.
Five years.
And I met my dad, finally.
I saw him, and he saw me, and I hugged him, and we cried.
Yep, Jack Geller's dead.
He asked me what heaven was like.
I told him what I'm gonna tell you guys.
Heaven's pretty okay, really. The floor's brilliant, we don't need beds with all the fluff we've got.
I think I'm losing my cleaning touch. I drop a sauce of pizza [purposely, so I can get something to clean] and I go get a towel and run back and what do I see? Nothing. Just white cloud, like before. I swear, I hate that. Stupid cloudy stuff sucks it up or something. But it doesn't suck up stuff like tables and chairs or whatever....
Oh, and you know I told you that Nana told me that we get to communicate with five people we choose?
Well, I was wrong, actually. We get to communicate, yeah, yeah, but the worst part is, they don't remember my last visit the next time I come to visit. It's as if I didn't come before at all. They forget as soon as I leave, so that they don't tell everyone that people from heaven can communicate. Haha, they'd try to reach Elvis, wouldn't they? [AAAH! I met him last night!! He sang Burnin' Love at the Kareoke Bar!!!] And do you know HOW long a visit of mine lasts? Two hours. Yeah. And two hours a FORTNIGHT. Another thing I hate.
Okay, the positive stuff. Our houses are mixes of our old houses and our roomie's old house. That's nice, I guess.
And we get the stuff we want to get. Like, we just picture something, clearly, in our minds, and we get that. That THING. I've tried to get Chandler up here and he would've died that same night if the Heaven Governent hadn't found out and hadn't given him his life back to him. Anyway, I got a virtual player thing, and a great MP3 player and stuff like that. Cool, innit?
"Sometimes I get so wierd, I even freak myself out,
I laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby..."
-Anything But Ordinary
-Avril Lavigne
I think that that song's probably my room-mate's theme song. She's VERY wierd, and I'm sure I hear her giggling at around twelve midnight.
My roomie. Her name's Candyeidi. She says her name's the product of a Willy Wonka as a father and a Heidi lover as a mother. I call her Candy, it just suits her more. She's sweet, but sometimes sour, sometimes neither of them or sometimes really bland. That's probably why I call her wierd, I guess.
She's a great friend, really. She makes me laugh with fast thought replies and she reminded me to live my second life instead of looking back on the past. She's a lot like Phoebe. If Pheebs died they'd probably love each other, I bet. They're both suckers for ESP and aura-cleaning and stuff like that. But Candy's more down to earth than Pheebs...haha, down to earth...
But Candy's also not that much like Pheebs. She abides lots of rules unlike Phoebe, which I normally would like, but it's against the law to communicate with you guys. Because no one should know about this...[scroll down later] Anyway, Candy can't know about this or else she'd go rattling off to the police and they'd arrest me at once.
Okay...
Because no one should know about this. Because if this was known to everyone in the world, who KNOWS what they'd try to do. So I have to ask you guys a favor.
Do NOT tell ANYONE that you're reading this. I usually like referrals, but honestly, if anyone else knew about this and rattled it off to everyone, the whole world'd go into chaos and I'd DEFINITELY be arrested.
But you're welcome to give this address to Chandler Bing, Rachel Green, Phoebe Buffay-Geller, Joey Tribbiani or Ross Geller. I know they'd love to hear from me.
OH yeah!! I could write a note for them during my next visit!!! WHY didn't I think of this before?
Dadadadadadadadadadadadada...
I can't believe I forgot something!!!!!!
Okay, so it was a Saturday, and the five of them were together, having fun. They were all at Chandler's [and mine, once] apartment, watching a few movies. My daughter was at my parents' house. Things weren't looking that bad. Rachel had gotten a promotion and was positively beaming. Joey was smiling for her and Phoebe and Ross were grinning as well. Chandler was, too, but not as much as the rest.
Either he was so engrossed in the movie...
...or I really must've depressed him. I somehow had the gut feeling that it was the latter.
I stay there down with them. We were all laughing and everything, but none of them could hear me, feel me, touch me.
They had a food fight, too. Popcorn was being thrown everywhere and there were puddles of coke all over my carpeted floor.
I stared at them, angry. Who'd do such a stupid thing like that?
'Oh, yeah,' I remembered.
Them.
As they got up later, their t-shirts super sticky and their hair messy with a few bits of popcorn later, Chandler reminded them to help him clean up. [I knew I married him for a reason!]
They got their brooms and mops out and started mopping reluctantly.
"You know, guys," Ross started softly.
They stopped and looked at him.
"Monica would've made us do this earlier than Chandler did."
The others smiled. "Yeah..." remarked Chandler, his eyes quite bright, "Remember when we teased her for being so neat freaky?"
They nodded...and I did too. I could remember that time clearly.
"Yeah, she just HAD to get up from bed to get that pair of shoes from the living room!" Rachel squealed, laughing.
We joined in.
I smiled and lifted my hand to wave furiously, forgetting for a moment that they couldn't see me. I felt a gust of wind from my hand...
Rachel's hair got messed up.
"Erm, what was that?" she asked.
Phoebe was staring at her.
"She's here," she whispered, softly, quietly.
She turned to look at me. "Hey Mon."
I, in turn, said, "Hey Pheebs," to her.
"I can hear rustling..." Joey said slowly.
The rest of them came next to Phoebe.
"Hey guys," I said, louder than before.
"I can hear something too!!" Rachel smiled.
Ross glanced at the window. "B-but that's impossible. The window's closed, the television's off, and I'm sure there aren't any mice or cockroaches here..."
"Ewwwww!!!" I screamed.
Ross spun around.
"Monica?"
"You can hear me?!?!" I yelled.
"Yeah, Mon, we can hear you..." Chandler said. His eyes were wide.
I gave a huge smile. "YES!" I squealed, pumping my fists in the air, thus creating more wind.
"You're smiling, aren't you?" Chandler said, amused. His hair was ruffled.
"How can you tell?" I said loudly.
"I can hear it in your voice." he replied.
Moments passed by as I stared at all my friends and they stared back at me...well, where I was supposed to be, anyway.
"Oh my God, Mon, how?" Rachel was awestruck.
"You're a ghost, aren't you?" Phoebe bounced.
"Uh, yeah, I am," I laughed loudly.
I tried to hug them, and I made it even more windy, but I didn't care.
They couldn't see me, but they could definitely hear me.
Hours passed gaily and suddenly sounds of early morning activity filled the room.
"Okay, guys," I yelled, "I'd better go."
"We'd better, too," Rachel and Joey said at the same time, then glanced at each other and blushed. I giggled.
Ross and Phoebe nodded too. "So should we."
Chandler agreed. "I have to go pick up Becky."
I nodded. "Okay."
"Bye, Mon!" they chorused.
"Bye, guys," I yelled.
"Come down here tomorrow next week, can you?" Chandler asked.
I said the affirmative and left. My throat couldn't be more sore, my eyes couldn't be more wet, my stomach couldn't be aching any more than this, but I was happy.
Because for the first time in my life for years, I felt complete.