TOW Everything Is Different
Prologue
Chandler sighed to himself as he flipped through the big book of yellow pages. What had he gotten himself into? Why had he been so eager to be the one to plan his wife's birthday party? "Stupid moron," he muttered to himself, as he continued flipping through the pages of caterers that filled the Manhattan phone book. Her best friend had offered on more than one occasion to help Chandler make the necessary arrangements, but Chandler had refused. He wanted his wife to know he loved her, and this party would the perfect way to show her just how much. But the actual planning was becoming a lot more difficult than he had anticipated.
He finally decided that he would just have to pick one randomly, otherwise he'd never get anything accomplished. He closed his eyes, and without further hesitation, let his finger land on the page. He silently prayed he hadn't just selected some caterer in the ghetto, then laughed to himself as he realized there probably weren't any caterers in the ghetto. "Okay, be serious, Chandler..this is no time for jokes," he said to himself. He looked to see which service was going to be the lucky bunch to cater his wife's party. "Hmph..B&B Catering...how original." He momentarily thought of continuing his search; to find a place that at least had a unique name, but realized it was just a waste of time. He grabbed his pen and jotted down the phone number, then placed the phone book back on the shelf. He knew what his wife's reaction would be if she came home and found it was out of place.
He went back into the kitchen, grabbing the phone on the way. He quickly dialed the number, while he sat down at the table.
"Thank you for calling B&B Catering," a female voice said on the other end of the line.
"Hi, my name is Chandler Bing...and I..." He started.
"Hi Chandler Bing! I'm glad you called, how can I help you today?"
He couldn't help but smile at the woman's cheerful personality. "Well, I would like for your company to cater a birthday party I'm throwing for my wife."
"Awwww, what a sweet husband you are! You've called the right place. Would it be convenient for you to come in so we can get started on the arrangements?"
"Sure, that would be fine. I'm free later this afternoon, if you have time then." Chandler replied.
"Yep, you can meet with my partner at 3:00. How does that sound?"
"Oh, I won't be meeting with you?" Chandler felt a twinge of disappointment.
"Well, actually my partner plans the parties. But once that is taken care of, then I'll be around to help out too."
"Oh, okay, that sounds good." He was relieved, but still a little upset that she wouldn't be the one to help make the all of the arrangements. He liked this woman's energy and she sounded like she'd be perfect to plan the party. He didn't know anything about this
"partner"of her's.
"Okay, well I'll make a note for her to expect you at 3:00." The woman told him. "Thanks for calling, Chandler Bing!"
"Wait, wait..." Chandler interjected before she could hang up.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Phoebe. Phoebe Buffay. And you're meeting with my partner. Monica Burke."
AN: Okay, I know this is short, but this is just the introduction. Plus I haven't written a fic in over two years, so its going to take me a little while to get back into the swing of things! Please review and tell me if you'd like for me to continue, I already have the whole thing planned out, but if no one is interested, then I won't type it up! Thanks for reading!
Prologue
Chandler sighed to himself as he flipped through the big book of yellow pages. What had he gotten himself into? Why had he been so eager to be the one to plan his wife's birthday party? "Stupid moron," he muttered to himself, as he continued flipping through the pages of caterers that filled the Manhattan phone book. Her best friend had offered on more than one occasion to help Chandler make the necessary arrangements, but Chandler had refused. He wanted his wife to know he loved her, and this party would the perfect way to show her just how much. But the actual planning was becoming a lot more difficult than he had anticipated.
He finally decided that he would just have to pick one randomly, otherwise he'd never get anything accomplished. He closed his eyes, and without further hesitation, let his finger land on the page. He silently prayed he hadn't just selected some caterer in the ghetto, then laughed to himself as he realized there probably weren't any caterers in the ghetto. "Okay, be serious, Chandler..this is no time for jokes," he said to himself. He looked to see which service was going to be the lucky bunch to cater his wife's party. "Hmph..B&B Catering...how original." He momentarily thought of continuing his search; to find a place that at least had a unique name, but realized it was just a waste of time. He grabbed his pen and jotted down the phone number, then placed the phone book back on the shelf. He knew what his wife's reaction would be if she came home and found it was out of place.
He went back into the kitchen, grabbing the phone on the way. He quickly dialed the number, while he sat down at the table.
"Thank you for calling B&B Catering," a female voice said on the other end of the line.
"Hi, my name is Chandler Bing...and I..." He started.
"Hi Chandler Bing! I'm glad you called, how can I help you today?"
He couldn't help but smile at the woman's cheerful personality. "Well, I would like for your company to cater a birthday party I'm throwing for my wife."
"Awwww, what a sweet husband you are! You've called the right place. Would it be convenient for you to come in so we can get started on the arrangements?"
"Sure, that would be fine. I'm free later this afternoon, if you have time then." Chandler replied.
"Yep, you can meet with my partner at 3:00. How does that sound?"
"Oh, I won't be meeting with you?" Chandler felt a twinge of disappointment.
"Well, actually my partner plans the parties. But once that is taken care of, then I'll be around to help out too."
"Oh, okay, that sounds good." He was relieved, but still a little upset that she wouldn't be the one to help make the all of the arrangements. He liked this woman's energy and she sounded like she'd be perfect to plan the party. He didn't know anything about this
"partner"of her's.
"Okay, well I'll make a note for her to expect you at 3:00." The woman told him. "Thanks for calling, Chandler Bing!"
"Wait, wait..." Chandler interjected before she could hang up.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Phoebe. Phoebe Buffay. And you're meeting with my partner. Monica Burke."
AN: Okay, I know this is short, but this is just the introduction. Plus I haven't written a fic in over two years, so its going to take me a little while to get back into the swing of things! Please review and tell me if you'd like for me to continue, I already have the whole thing planned out, but if no one is interested, then I won't type it up! Thanks for reading!