DISCLAIMER: All these Manhattan figurines belong to... Martha Kauffman!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is Chapter 4... the chapter you've all been waiting for! Thank you so much for everyone that reviewed... so keep on reviewing and I will write chapter five!!! This chapter takes place in Ross's apartment.

Monica Vs Monique

Monica was cooking up her famous dishes in Ross's aparment, when Ross came in the front door with Monique. Monique had short brown hair and brown eyes, like Monica.

"Hey, Monica," Ross called out to his sister, who was still cooking, "This is Monique - and Monique, this is Monica." Ross made the introduction.

"Where is the doormat?" asked Monique in a diva-like tone, "I always wipe my shoes before entering a house," she looked around the apartment with disgust, "I just hate germs," she continued.

"Hey, I don't live here!" Monica said, surprised by Monique's attitude.

Monique, who ignored what Monica had just said, was now staring at Monica with a shocked expression, "Oh my god - Monica! You know, you should always hold a frying pan at arms length. You don't want to add any more pus-filled boils to that already spotty face." Monique said knowingly.

Monica was really starting to lose her temper. Who was that girl? Monica thought angrily. She hasn't been here for two minutes, and she is already acting like she owns the place! It was time she had a word with Ross.

"Psst!" Monica hissed to get Ross's attention.

"What?!" Ross whispered.

Monique, was oblivious to the private conversation of Ross and Monica, because she was too busy examining the underside of the table.

"Come here!" Monica whispered urgently.

Monica searched around for a suitable place where Ross and her could chat privately. Monica finally resorted to the fridge. She opened the fridge door and grabbed Ross's head inside.

"Did you just hear what Monique said about my face?!" Monica said furiously.

"Erm...no?" Ross tried the innocent look. It didn't work.

"Listen to me!" Ordered Monica, "I don't like her one bit. You had better get her out of here before I put the boils on her face!"

"But I promised she could stay for dinner!" Ross protested, "...and you two could really hit it off - she loves cleaning as much as you do!"

"I don't care! She can stay for dinner, but after that she's outta here. Do you hear me?!"

"I can't hear much, cos my ears are getting slightly frozen here...." Ross said cheekily.

Monica pulled Ross out of the fridge.

Ross walked to the dinner table where Monique already sat.

"I cannot believe this, Ross!" Monique said in a loud whisper.

"What?!"

"This table is not even entirely symmetrical. I mean... what was she thinking?!" Monique speaking in an audible whisper.

"Dinner is served!" Monica announced.

"And about time too..." Monique muttered.

Monica placed a white dish onto the table.

"Ewwwww.... what is this?" Monique complained, pinching the slimy ball, between her index finger and thumb.

"It's frog legs. A delicacy from France." Monica said, with an air of someone was explaining to a child, that one plus one was two.

"You do know that frog legs has to be prepared with precision? I mean... what is this on my plate? Well, it isn't food to me!"

"What is with you? I am a chef you know!"

"Oh yeah, a chef at the 'Slimy Food 'r' Us' takeway." Monique said sarcastically.

"That's enough! Do you think you know how to cook any better???" Monica's temper was now rising.

"Oh, yes! I can cook, in fact - I can do anything that you can do - better than you!" Monique's voice raising, "Isn't that right, Ross?"

Ross, who had been silent all the time, now had Monique and Monica staring at him in fury. However, Ross had been silently tucking into his dinner.

"Erm... I dunno, but this tastes pretty damn good." Ross indicated to the frogs legs.

"ROSS!" Exclaimed Monique.

"Fine, lets have a contest!" Monica suggested angrily.

"I'll take you on!" Monique shouted.

"So, who judges?" Ross said, his mouth still full of frog legs.

"YOU!" Shouted Monica and Monique in chorus.

"What!?" Ross exclaimed, "That's ridiculous... you're my sister... and you're my girlfriend..."

"I don't care!" Monique spat out, now losing her cool, " I'm gonna bring her down big time!"

Ross lapsed into his own thoughts, hmmm... how can this competition be of my advantage? Aha! I've got it!

"Okay," Ross said steadily, "First of all, we'll have a cleaning contest. Monica cleans out my bedroom and Monique cleans out the living room... whoever tidies the most cleanest...and whoever uses the most effective cleaning agent... wins, erm..." Ross scanned around the apartment for a suitable prize, "...Um, this magnificent duster! Courtesy from me." Ross added rather unnecessarily.

"That duster is as good as mine!" Monica's competitive streak was showing.

"You better eat your words!" Monique equalled her rival in competitiveness.

"Harsh words! I like it!" Ross exclaimed, beginning to feel the heat of the contest, "Okay...1...2...3...GO!"

Monica and Monique crashed into each other as they made way for their destined cleaning areas. They scrubbed furiously at stubborn stains, they wiped, they vacuumed and in Monica's case, she painted the walls, (she went a little over the top, as usual.)

Ross just laid on the sofa watching soccer. This is great he thought to himself, It's like having cleaners without paying their wages! Ross praised himself for his cleverness.

Meanwhile, Monica was putting finishing touches to Ross's bedroom. When Monique came in.

"ROSS!" Monica screamed, "She's cheating! She's looking at my room!"

Ross stood at the doorway, "Let me see..." he said, pretending to flick through an imaginary book in the air, "Erm... nope, there's no rule against inspecting each other's rooms!"

"Besides... I'm finished!" boasted Monique.

"Finished?!" Monica was surprised, but soon recovered, "I mean... finished? So am I!"

It was Ross's turn to be surprised, "Finished?!" Ross clearly hadn't thought his plan through. Who was he going to declare winner now? He didn't want to offend Monique... and certainly didn't want to offend Monica... having seen her fiery temper...

"Well, oh yeah! I forgot... erm, uh... I've got that appointment.... for my um, brain. Yes - brain surgery! So, I guess I gotta go... bye!"

Ross tried to make a run for it, but Monica grabbed his shirt.

"Oh no, you don't !" Monica started.

"You're not going anywhere until you say that I am the winner!" Monique said bossily.

"Well... um..." Ross stuttered.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do in your bedroom tonight..." Monique said softly.

"I'll tell everyone about your dinosaur that you can't sleep without!" Monica teased.

"Hey! Leave Mr T-Rex out of this!" Ross shouted.

"Look. Honey. Just tell us which room you think is cleaner!" Monique said whilst stroking his hand.

Ross lasped into his thoughts, once again. How could I make this situation even more to my advantage? Aha! I've got it!

"Seeing as I really can't decide, as both the rooms are equally as clean as each other... I'll just have to see how good you are as cooks...."

"Cook??" Monique blurted out.

"What's the matter, Monique? Too scared to take me on?" Monica said challengingly.

"Yeah, right!" Monique said sarcastically.

"So, what do you want to eat, Ross?" asked Monica.

"Hmm..." Ross said whilst slumping into the armchair, "And I will have a salad with no mayo...."

"Coming right up!" Monica said cheerfully.

"And... chicken casserole dipped in curry with triangular shaped carrots." Ross requested to Monique.

"You've got it."

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