Old Friends, New Feelings
AN: Wow. Ok, thank you all for the reviews! I am going to continue on with this story. One thing I must ask you: please don't quit reading it based on this chapter. This chapter is awful (sorry) and I didn't even get what I wanted into it. So, hopefully, if I post this tonight, get this part off my chest, then the next chapter (which I promise will be 10x better) will come easier. Once again, I am very sorry. At least I got a chapter up. Oh yeah, and about the whole Ross thing. I hate that twist in the story now, but there's no going back now. So, I'll write it begrudgingly and please be gentle with me on that. Other than that, review and be brutally honest (I'm expecting it with this chapter)
Oh yes, and remember that I am evil.
Chapter Six
Gunther sighed and shook his head. The four friends were the only people left in the shop, and they had just ordered another cup of coffee. They'd looked so happy, so carefree, that he didn't have the heart to tell them the shop had officially closed an hour ago.
Racher and Ross were on the couch, with his arm around her neck. A little bit away from them sat Joey, and Phoebe was seated comfortably on the red armchair. They were deep in conversation, and every now and then laughter would erupt.
During these times, it became evident how much the gang missed their in-house jester. There was hint of worry, too since the gang thought the two, after reconciling, would stop by.
Finally at eleven, the gang decided to give Gunther a break and leave. But they soon realized that sleep was not going to happen any time soon with fourteen cups of coffee still digesting. They decided to take a walk. Even though New York is dangerous at night, they were hardly likely to get mugged with two strong men accompanying them. And if they did, Rachel and Phoebe had been taking self defense courses, so the four of them could easily take the criminal out.
At around four, freezing cold but still laughing, the friends decided to retire. Since it was so late, Phoebe and Ross decided they would spend the night at Rachel's, Ross in Rachel's room and Phoebe on the couch. So, together, they began the long climb.
To their astonishment, the first thing they saw when they turned down the hall was Chandler. He seemed to be absorbed in thought, and, while they watched curiously, lifted his hand to knock. At the same instant, the door swung open and Monica peek out curiously
"Hey guys!" Rachel exclaimed, "Sorry we missed you at the Coffeehouse, but we stayed pretty late. Where were you?"
Both Monica and Chandler jumped involuntarily at the sound of her voice
"Umm, hey Rach! We caught a ten o'clock movie, and the Coffeehouse was closed by the time we got there, so we just went for ice cream." Monica felt like she was making excuses, but she had no idea why.
"In fact, we were just looking for you, that's why I was in the hall." Now Chandler joined in, just as bemused as Monica.
"Really? Since when do you knock" inquired Phoebe curiously.
Chandler couldn't help it. His sarcastic side got the better of him, just like any other awkward situation. "Since now apparently, anyways, we should get to bed. It's four o' clock on a Thursday morning, and everyone but Joey has to get up early tomorrow. Let's sleep."
The group saw the sense in his word, and each retired to their beds. The coffee must have worn off, since four of them fell asleep right away.
Only Chandler and Monica lay in different beds, unable to sleep. Instead, they both looked up at the ceiling, wondering.
So, there it is. I promise I'll have it updated within a week, and if not, get on AIM and yell at me. Lilshootngstar01. Thank you for reading
AN: Wow. Ok, thank you all for the reviews! I am going to continue on with this story. One thing I must ask you: please don't quit reading it based on this chapter. This chapter is awful (sorry) and I didn't even get what I wanted into it. So, hopefully, if I post this tonight, get this part off my chest, then the next chapter (which I promise will be 10x better) will come easier. Once again, I am very sorry. At least I got a chapter up. Oh yeah, and about the whole Ross thing. I hate that twist in the story now, but there's no going back now. So, I'll write it begrudgingly and please be gentle with me on that. Other than that, review and be brutally honest (I'm expecting it with this chapter)
Oh yes, and remember that I am evil.
Chapter Six
Gunther sighed and shook his head. The four friends were the only people left in the shop, and they had just ordered another cup of coffee. They'd looked so happy, so carefree, that he didn't have the heart to tell them the shop had officially closed an hour ago.
Racher and Ross were on the couch, with his arm around her neck. A little bit away from them sat Joey, and Phoebe was seated comfortably on the red armchair. They were deep in conversation, and every now and then laughter would erupt.
During these times, it became evident how much the gang missed their in-house jester. There was hint of worry, too since the gang thought the two, after reconciling, would stop by.
Finally at eleven, the gang decided to give Gunther a break and leave. But they soon realized that sleep was not going to happen any time soon with fourteen cups of coffee still digesting. They decided to take a walk. Even though New York is dangerous at night, they were hardly likely to get mugged with two strong men accompanying them. And if they did, Rachel and Phoebe had been taking self defense courses, so the four of them could easily take the criminal out.
At around four, freezing cold but still laughing, the friends decided to retire. Since it was so late, Phoebe and Ross decided they would spend the night at Rachel's, Ross in Rachel's room and Phoebe on the couch. So, together, they began the long climb.
To their astonishment, the first thing they saw when they turned down the hall was Chandler. He seemed to be absorbed in thought, and, while they watched curiously, lifted his hand to knock. At the same instant, the door swung open and Monica peek out curiously
"Hey guys!" Rachel exclaimed, "Sorry we missed you at the Coffeehouse, but we stayed pretty late. Where were you?"
Both Monica and Chandler jumped involuntarily at the sound of her voice
"Umm, hey Rach! We caught a ten o'clock movie, and the Coffeehouse was closed by the time we got there, so we just went for ice cream." Monica felt like she was making excuses, but she had no idea why.
"In fact, we were just looking for you, that's why I was in the hall." Now Chandler joined in, just as bemused as Monica.
"Really? Since when do you knock" inquired Phoebe curiously.
Chandler couldn't help it. His sarcastic side got the better of him, just like any other awkward situation. "Since now apparently, anyways, we should get to bed. It's four o' clock on a Thursday morning, and everyone but Joey has to get up early tomorrow. Let's sleep."
The group saw the sense in his word, and each retired to their beds. The coffee must have worn off, since four of them fell asleep right away.
Only Chandler and Monica lay in different beds, unable to sleep. Instead, they both looked up at the ceiling, wondering.
So, there it is. I promise I'll have it updated within a week, and if not, get on AIM and yell at me. Lilshootngstar01. Thank you for reading