Fabulous Life

This is a story about Monica, Chandler, Rachel, Ross... (Later Phoebe and Joey) when they are famous. Monica and Chandler are terribly famous actors. Ross is a famous director, dabbling between the small and big screens. Rachel is a fashion designer. Monica and Ross are brother and sister and Monica and Rachel are best friends. Also Ross and Rachel are going out. They have been for the last two years. Monica and Ross do not know Chandler but Rachel knows him from her childhood (parents knew each other and so on). They are not good friends but are aquantices... that's pretty much what you need to know for now... so please Read and Review! Oh and it will be pretty romantic, nothing to dramatic but well I'll see how it goes.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from friends... or any other actors or actresses I mention nor do I own any magazine title ECT!

Chapter One: The Oscars

"Oh God, not again, I am not stealing Ashton away from Demi. I am also not dating Justin Timberlake... I'll leave that to Cameron. Uh, I hate tabloids!" Shouted a very frustrated Monica Geller. After her recent breakup with longtime beau Michael, she had become once again the center of tabloid rumors. It was these types of things that made her wonder why she had ever wanted to be famous. With that she walked away from the news stand and back to her Mercedes. She had only gone out of her house to get her morning coffee before she had to get ready for tonight. Tonight was to be the biggest night of her life or in other words the Oscars. To make matters worse she was nominated and she had to go. She would rather stay at home with her dogs and watch the ceremony from there.

Across town Chandler Bing was sitting at his kitchen counter reading the newspaper.

"Damnit, I am not dating Sandra Bullock. She's dating that James guy not me. Why, why do people do this? My life is not some freaking reality show." God, he thought, why do people care so much about me? Me, Chandler Bing, the loser whose parents are freaks. Who could have imagined. And with that thought he began to read something other than the gossip column.

"Good Morning Los Angeles. Its 9am on this beautiful March Morning..." Oh Shit, thought Rachel Green, I only have seven hours until the Oscars and I still don't know what I am going to wear. I also have to bring Mon her dress selection and then we have to get hair and make up. Oh god... I better call Ross to see what he's wearing so that we don't clash, and to see what time he's picking me and Mon up at. Ok 5,4,6,8,7,3,2...

"Bring... Bring... Brin," "Hello" answered a very groggy sounding Ross Geller. "Hey baby" "Oh, Hey Rach." "Hon, I was wondering what you were wearing tonight?" "Oh yea that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you mind if I wear the new Gucci style instead of Rachel Bella?" "Hon, I don't mind. But what color are the suit, shirt, and tie" "Black, white, and Black" "OOoo, that's so easy to color coordinate with! And what time are you picking us up at?" "3 ish" "Ok, see ya then. Bye Babe" Click Ok I guess I should get up now, thought Ross. And with that he was up drinking his coffee and watching the discovery channel.

"Morning Monica! Are you ready for some major fashion get up? Well if you aren't I don't even care, ok well Can you answer me. Mon?" "Yea, Rach I'm up in my room. Have you decided what to wear tonight, and more importantly what I'm going to wear tonight?" "Of course darling, I'm wearing a light pink vintage and you my darling can choose between a hot new dress, the blue one I showed you from the runway catalogue or the black vintage. How prepared am I!" From this point on it was all clothing, hair, and makeup.

Chandler Bing woke up from his "cat" nap and looked down at his watch. "Oh damn, it's already 2:30 and I haven't even begun to get ready." He rushed up stairs, put on the Armani suit his stylist had laid out for him and threw some gel through his hair and was out the door.

At 2:45 Ross was putting the finishing touches on his hair. Messy or slick, he thought. Definitely messy. He thought again, chicks dig messy. He tousled his hair and ran out the door to the awaiting limo. "Beverly Hills Drive please." And off to Monica's he went.

"Mon, Ross and the Car will be here any minute are you ready?" "Yea I just have to put on my shoes." "OOOoo, the strappy ones." "Yup" "I love those ones, oh wait I mean lets get a move on Geller."

Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong "It's Ross. Let's go!" "Alright, I'm ready. Let's go."

"Our next guest is the new hot thang in acting and in appeal... Mr. Chandler Bing," shouted a very enthusiastic Joan Rivers. "So Chandler what are you wearing? It is a very hot suit. I mean very hot." "It's Armani's new collection. And I may add I feel quite hot in it myself." Now that's a lie, he thought. "So no date tonight Chandler?" "Well I was hoping you'd be available." "Oh well it was nice talking with you come back to me at the Emmys." "You'll be my first stop."

"So, all three of you came together?" asked the ET correspondent Mary Hart. "Yes were here to support Mon." stated Rachel. "Oh yes, Monica I hear your one of the top choices to win." "Well many other women had great performances. All of which, in my eyes, are better than mine. It would be an honor if I won." Which I won't, she added in her head. "So girls what are you wearing? Rachel Bella by chance?" "Actually no we are both wearing vintage and Ross is wearing Gucci." "Oh well what a surprise Rachel because the new line is just fab." "Well thank you so very much but we better be going it's almost show time."

Monica, Ross, and Rachel walked to their seats three row back from the stage. While sitting down Rachel noticed the seat next to her was filled by an old friend Chandler Bing. Oh right, she thought, he is like uber successful. "Um, excuse me, Chandler Bing?" "Yes" "Hi, it's Rachel Green." "Oh, Hey, How's it going? I hear you are the brain behind Rachel Bella. My mom was telling me all about you. I'm guessing our moms talk." "Yes, I suppose. My mom was also telling me about your success in the movies." "Wow, so how's it been? Seeing anyone?" "Why yes. Do you know the director, Ross Geller? "Uh huh" "Well that's my boy friend of about a year. His sister, Monica, is also my best friend." "Oh I have heard about her. Nominated, right? She's smoking hot" At that moment Mon peered behind Rachel and said, "And I would be Monica and can hear what you say" "Oh, sorry. Well it was nice talking to you but the shows about to start. Rach call me I'd love to catch up." "Yea, me too."

The moment had come for Monica. As she watched last years best male performance winner, Sean Penn, walk up onto the stage she began to feel the first twinge of nausea. As he began to speak she felt her body become numb. Not now Monica, she thought. "And the winner is..." Now here it comes, she thought again. "Angelina Jolie" Oh great, she thought, I lost again. I can't wait for what my mother says. I thought she'd be happy that I was even nominated. That in itself is a very high honor, but no, I have to win. Well there's always next year. No wait, I'll lose again next year.

At the Vanity Fair Party Chandler was standing by himself watching the world around him. Wow, she really is smoking, thought Chandler; I wish she'd just look my way. Hey, I could casually go talk to her. Maybe congratulate her on being nominated; no she might be sad she lost. I'll tell her she should have one instead of Angelina. Yup, that's perfect. "Um, excuse me Monica. I just wanted to tell you that..." "What?" "Um, that you were great and you should have won. I saw the movie and you were just perfect." "Well thanks Chandler, right?" "Yea, I was also wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner sometime. Nowhere fancy and nowhere well known don't want to get spotted do we?" "Um, that'd be great. When?" "How bout tomorrow, 6ish, I'll pick you up." "That'd be great, see you then Chandler."

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