*****DISCLAIMER***** The creators of this story do not own the characters and/or writers of Friends! And no we do not keep them locked up at night to do our evil bidding, so please, stop the phone calls!
Chapter 17
All day at work, the only thing Chandler could think
about was the way Monica had been acting. He had a
pretty important meeting that day, but decided, hey
screw it! This job had pushed him around enough, he
was gonna go home early and spend the day with his
wife.
"Hey Alex," Chandler called to his coworker, "tell
the boss I'm going home sick."
"Mmmhmm...." Alex said, without looking up from his
magazine. Chandler knew he could count on Alex not to
ask for too much information.
"Thanks man." Chandler said, heading out the glass
doors to his car. Monica and I are going to be happy
again, he thought, smiling.
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"Mon....you gotta tell him." Rachel said.
"Rachel....do you realize how many times you've said
that to me today??" Monica asked through her teeth.
"No Monica. How many?" Rachel said sarcastically, not
expecting an answer. But what she probably didn't
think of was this was Monica she was talking to.
"51 and a half times. Including the time you wrote it
down on a panty liner and stuck it to the top of my
forehead."
"51 and a half??" Rachel asked.
"Yes I stopped you at one time." Monica stated.
"C'mon Monica....please....you have to tell him."
"52."
"Please Monica....let's practice...."
"Fine....Chandler....I had an affair...." she said quietly.
"No honey, say it confidently say 'Chandler I had an
affair!'" Rachel said.
"I'm not being triumphant here, Rachel. It's more
like 'Chandler....honey....I had an affair."
"You what?" Chandler said from the door. Rachel and
Monica gasped and turned around to look at Chandler.
He dropped his briefcase on the ground and stared at
Monica.
"I had an affair."
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Joey looked in the mirror and gelled his hair
quickly. He had never felt this way about a woman
before....he had made sure his appearance looked okay so
he could get some but....he had never made sure he looked
okay just for a woman coming over.
The doorbell rang and Joey took one last glance in
the mirror.
"Hey Pheebs." He said charmingly when he opened the
door.
"Hi Joey." Phoebe said, holding a wrapped box out in
front of her.
"What's this?" Joey asked, taking the box.
"Oh just a present for little Drakey," Phoebe smiled,
"well let him open it!!"
"Phoebe....I dunno much about kids but....I think he's a
little....uh....young to open presents." Joey whispered, as
if it would hurt Drake's feelings to hear it.
"Well then you open it!!" Phoebe said, jumping up and
down, clapping her hands.
"Ohh ok!" Joey said, then opened the present. "Awwww!
It's a little....mini radio...."
Phoebe laughed. "No Joey, it's not a mini radio. It's
a baby monitor. So if Drake ever needs you, like he's
crying or anything, you'll hear him."
"Ohhh I see. So do they have to implant chips into us
or anything 'cause the last time I had to do that...."
"Uhh....no chips....just....two monitors, one with you, one in
his room...." Phoebe said, giving Joey a strange look.
"Pheebs....that's....that's so nice of you. Thank you so
much!" He said, hugging here. He really only wanted an
excuse to hug her, to be close to her, to smell her
hair.
"No problem. I figured you might need one. But
anyways, I have a date with this guy tonight, he's
really nice so I should probably be leaving." Phoebe
said with a smile. Joey's face suddenly got pale.
"Oh. You....you have a date." He whispered.
"Yeah....I'm sorry I can't stay I just....oh hold on, my
phone's ringing." Phoebe picked up her phone. "Hey!
What's up? Uh huh....yeah....oh....but you....oh. Well, see you
later."
"Who was that?" Joey asked, praying to himself that
it was her date calling to cancel.
"Oh it was just one of my clients. Calling to say
they couldn't make it tomorrow. Well, I'd better be
going, bye Joey." She hugged him one more time then
walked out quickly.
Joey closed the door and sat down on the couch. What
had he gotten himself into now? He picked up the
phone.
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Phoebe walked in her apartment and took off her shoes
and earrings.
"Why did you lie? Why didn't you just tell him the
truth?" Phoebe asked herself, walking over to the
answering machine.
"You have 2 new messages." It said in its mechanic
voice.
"Message One: Hey Phoebe, it's Cory. I just wanted to
call and apologize again for not being able to make
our date tonight. Maybe we could go out some other
time? I dunno, I just feel bad because we had talked
about this for a while. But, yeah call me back when you
get this, bye."
"Message Deleted." Phoebe smiled as she presses the
Delete button.
"Message Two: Phoebe....this is Joey. I really have no
idea why I'm calling, I mean I know you're not home.
You're....on your date. I don't know what's wrong with me
lately, but there's something I have to get off my
chest and I really think you're the only person I can
tell. It's just....Phoebe, I-BEEEEEP."
Joey had run out of time before he finished the
message....Phoebe thought. What the hell did he have to
say to her? She was almost scared to call him, what if
it was bad?
Phoebe picked up the phone and dialed Joey's number.
Chapter 17
All day at work, the only thing Chandler could think
about was the way Monica had been acting. He had a
pretty important meeting that day, but decided, hey
screw it! This job had pushed him around enough, he
was gonna go home early and spend the day with his
wife.
"Hey Alex," Chandler called to his coworker, "tell
the boss I'm going home sick."
"Mmmhmm...." Alex said, without looking up from his
magazine. Chandler knew he could count on Alex not to
ask for too much information.
"Thanks man." Chandler said, heading out the glass
doors to his car. Monica and I are going to be happy
again, he thought, smiling.
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"Mon....you gotta tell him." Rachel said.
"Rachel....do you realize how many times you've said
that to me today??" Monica asked through her teeth.
"No Monica. How many?" Rachel said sarcastically, not
expecting an answer. But what she probably didn't
think of was this was Monica she was talking to.
"51 and a half times. Including the time you wrote it
down on a panty liner and stuck it to the top of my
forehead."
"51 and a half??" Rachel asked.
"Yes I stopped you at one time." Monica stated.
"C'mon Monica....please....you have to tell him."
"52."
"Please Monica....let's practice...."
"Fine....Chandler....I had an affair...." she said quietly.
"No honey, say it confidently say 'Chandler I had an
affair!'" Rachel said.
"I'm not being triumphant here, Rachel. It's more
like 'Chandler....honey....I had an affair."
"You what?" Chandler said from the door. Rachel and
Monica gasped and turned around to look at Chandler.
He dropped his briefcase on the ground and stared at
Monica.
"I had an affair."
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Joey looked in the mirror and gelled his hair
quickly. He had never felt this way about a woman
before....he had made sure his appearance looked okay so
he could get some but....he had never made sure he looked
okay just for a woman coming over.
The doorbell rang and Joey took one last glance in
the mirror.
"Hey Pheebs." He said charmingly when he opened the
door.
"Hi Joey." Phoebe said, holding a wrapped box out in
front of her.
"What's this?" Joey asked, taking the box.
"Oh just a present for little Drakey," Phoebe smiled,
"well let him open it!!"
"Phoebe....I dunno much about kids but....I think he's a
little....uh....young to open presents." Joey whispered, as
if it would hurt Drake's feelings to hear it.
"Well then you open it!!" Phoebe said, jumping up and
down, clapping her hands.
"Ohh ok!" Joey said, then opened the present. "Awwww!
It's a little....mini radio...."
Phoebe laughed. "No Joey, it's not a mini radio. It's
a baby monitor. So if Drake ever needs you, like he's
crying or anything, you'll hear him."
"Ohhh I see. So do they have to implant chips into us
or anything 'cause the last time I had to do that...."
"Uhh....no chips....just....two monitors, one with you, one in
his room...." Phoebe said, giving Joey a strange look.
"Pheebs....that's....that's so nice of you. Thank you so
much!" He said, hugging here. He really only wanted an
excuse to hug her, to be close to her, to smell her
hair.
"No problem. I figured you might need one. But
anyways, I have a date with this guy tonight, he's
really nice so I should probably be leaving." Phoebe
said with a smile. Joey's face suddenly got pale.
"Oh. You....you have a date." He whispered.
"Yeah....I'm sorry I can't stay I just....oh hold on, my
phone's ringing." Phoebe picked up her phone. "Hey!
What's up? Uh huh....yeah....oh....but you....oh. Well, see you
later."
"Who was that?" Joey asked, praying to himself that
it was her date calling to cancel.
"Oh it was just one of my clients. Calling to say
they couldn't make it tomorrow. Well, I'd better be
going, bye Joey." She hugged him one more time then
walked out quickly.
Joey closed the door and sat down on the couch. What
had he gotten himself into now? He picked up the
phone.
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Phoebe walked in her apartment and took off her shoes
and earrings.
"Why did you lie? Why didn't you just tell him the
truth?" Phoebe asked herself, walking over to the
answering machine.
"You have 2 new messages." It said in its mechanic
voice.
"Message One: Hey Phoebe, it's Cory. I just wanted to
call and apologize again for not being able to make
our date tonight. Maybe we could go out some other
time? I dunno, I just feel bad because we had talked
about this for a while. But, yeah call me back when you
get this, bye."
"Message Deleted." Phoebe smiled as she presses the
Delete button.
"Message Two: Phoebe....this is Joey. I really have no
idea why I'm calling, I mean I know you're not home.
You're....on your date. I don't know what's wrong with me
lately, but there's something I have to get off my
chest and I really think you're the only person I can
tell. It's just....Phoebe, I-BEEEEEP."
Joey had run out of time before he finished the
message....Phoebe thought. What the hell did he have to
say to her? She was almost scared to call him, what if
it was bad?
Phoebe picked up the phone and dialed Joey's number.