Chapter 7
Someone like you.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
A/N: Ok this Chapter is focused on the rest of the "friends" and from now on I will be flicking back and forth between their story and Phoebe's.
I just hope it isn't too confusing. If it is let me know and I can change it.
Oh and Exintaris, I am Scottish. Was it really that evident? lol :o) Also, I'm sorry about the occasional mix up of words or swapping "your" and "you're" But you must know what its like when you're brain goes faster than your typing :o)
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The noise in the hallway was deafening. Loud screams rang out, music blared, laughter and talking, all echoing the 4 walls. But none of the guys seemed to notice as they descended towards their dorm rooms to get the party started. This was just what a typical Friday night at NYU consisted of. But this was an extra special Friday night as it was Christmas day.
Normally everyone would have gone home to their families, but this year everyone decided they would stay on at college, all for the benefit of their friend Chandler.
His father had a midnight burlesque show to perform in Vegas, and his mother was on her honeymoon…her forth, and probably not her last. So he had no one to go home to, as per usual. Every year since he was a teenager was the same for him. There always seemed to be one reason or another that his parents were too busy to have him stay over. Not that it bothered him, he was used to it after all, but he hated having to spend it alone in his room, or over at the Geller's on Long Island, he always felt as though he was imposing on their special time. So when Mike had suggested they all celebrated together he jumped at the idea. This year he was determined to make the most of it, after all next year it may be back to eating macaroni and cheese in bed while watching Christmas episode re-runs of every horrendous cancelled show on TV.
Himself and his friend's had spent the whole morning slaving over a hot stove, cooking a huge turkey dinner in the small kitchen that they all shared. Each person had their own task to complete, his being mashing the potatoes, but all credit really had to go to Monica, who did the majority of it, much to her delight.
Afterwards they played a few games of twister, once their food had finally digested, but it became boring after a while, and with nothing else to do the group had split up into two and went their separate ways.
He had stayed behind with Ross, Monica and Rachel to help clear up. While Jason, Mike, James, Paul and Steven had gone onto a nightclub in town to celebrate the holiday's college style, which meant lots of beer, even more shots, and if lucky a few girls into the bargain.
He put his "wham" cd into his stereo and lay on his bed, singing along to "Club Tropicana" as he sunk onto the top of the bed sheet, his hands entwined behind his head.
"Club Tropicana, where all the drinks are free…"
He shut his eyes and pictured himself laying on a beach with gorgeous bikini clad waitress' serving him cocktails, while the sun beat down on his pale skin.
He hated the winter. All that snow and ice, cold hands, and red noses that dripped sporadically. He would much rather be in California right now, than stuck in a room in freezing Manhattan.
As he continued to sing along with George Michael with his eyes closed he didn't see or hear the group of people enter his room.
"Hey, Chan, look what we got!" James jumped onto the bed, bouncing until it settled, a brown back filled with what looked like bottles in his hand.
Everyone except Monica and Ross stood in the doorway, beers in their hands and girls on their arms.
"Great," He thought to myself. "Just when I get a minute of peace the rat pack decide to come home!"
"Yay!" he answered sarcastically. Not that anyone noticed, they were to liquored up to catch any kind of irony.
"As "Wake me up before you go go" Suddenly started to screech out the CD player everyone rolled their eyes and Jason ran over to switch it off, and swapped the album to Bon Jovi.
"That's better! Wohoo!" He clinked his glass beer bottle with the one that had just been handed to Chandler and started to dance around the room, whooping as loud as he could.
As the crowd of 30 or so people lolled around his bedroom Chandler had no option to go with the flow. He could hardly chuck them all out, and be the guy who ruined Christmas for everyone.
He stood quietly in the corner watching a handful of couples making out on the beds and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He had never had a steady girlfriend in the whole time he had been at University. Hell, he had never had a girlfriend, period!
There had been the occasion girl that was drunk enough to kiss him, but that's as far as it ever went. It wasn't so bad though, Ross was a virgin too, so it didn't make him look like such a fool, but it still didn't stop all his friends mocking him.
His friends were great. He loved every one of them, but they were so immature compared to him and Ross. All they lived for where parties and sex, beer and bed.
Ok so that was fun. But surely it couldn't be satisfying to know that's all you had? Didn't they want more? Hugs and kisses. Late night chats as you gazed longingly into each other's eyes. Learning all about each other for the first time and finding out you have things in common.
Surely it was this that was the key to life? Not meaningless trysts in the back seat of your friend's car, which you had borrowed for the special occasion.
No, he wanted more. He wanted something lasting, something spectacular. And until he found it he would remain the virgin boy that they revelled in calling him and Ross.
"Hey Chandler, what's with the long face?" Rachel, who appeared to be the only sober person in the room apart from him stood beside him with a glass in her hand.
"Me? Oh nothing. Just thinking about life." He answered truthfully, knowing she wouldn't mock him for it. She was such a nice person when you got past the vain exterior.
Rachel Greene was a 1st year student who had joined NYU along with Ross' younger sister Monica at the beginning of fall, and had settled into the party scene pretty well considering 1st years were frowned upon by seniors.
It was probably due to the fact she was beautiful and popular, and most certainly nothing to do with the fact she knew Ross.
The minute she had set foot on campus she had guys flocking around her like moths to a flame, but only one guy had caught her attention. Mike Collins. 2nd year student and Ross' roommate.
Mike just happened to be the best looking guy in his year, with the charisma to match. But he did have his flaws, flaws that Rachel constantly chose to ignore, for the sake of her reputation. So what if he liked alcohol more than life? And so what if there were rumours flying around about him being with other girls while he was with her? They were just jealous bitches that were trying to break them up as far as she was concerned. Love truly was blind.
Ross hated mike with a passion, but hid it well for Rachel's sake. She would never understand if he rocked the boat.
Ross Geller, in no uncertain terms was a geek. A fact, which Ross himself recognised to be true and he never once tried to deny it. Chandler was almost sure he was proud to be a nerd. Always putting his studies before anything else.
No one seemed to mind him, as long as kept the dinosaur talk to a minimum, which he found hard to suppress at times, much to his friend's disgust.
The only time he ever tried to act cool was when Rachel was around, not that she noticed his desperate attempts at wooing her. To her Ross was just Ross, Monica's bookish brother and her friend.
His sister Monica was the opposite. She wasn't very studious at all; even although she was extremely smart she had no desire to better herself.
Ever since she was a kid all she had wanted to do was cook, and in her opinion she didn't need some fancy degree to do that. She had only gone to NYU to be close to Rachel, terrified she would lose her only friend to college life, but this was a fact she kept to herself.
"Wow, that's heavy stuff for a Friday night. Anything you want to share?" Rachel watched him as he snapped back to reality.
"Nah, I would just bore you. Hey, where has Monica and Ross got to?" Chandler took a second glance around the room to make sure they definitely weren't there.
"Their Mom and Dad drove up to give them their presents and they all went into the city for ice cream and they haven't come back yet. They must have gone for a drive after."
"Ice cream? In the middle of winter?" Chandler looked puzzled.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, but hey it's the Gellers!" Chandler nodded, knowing full well what Rachel meant.
"Do you want to," Rachel got cut off with someone calling her name
"Rach! Come on, I have something to show you!" Mike grabbed her hand and smiled sneakily at her.
"Show me here,"
"Oh I don't think Chandler would want to see," He laughed and Chandler rolled his eyes.
"See you soon hun." Rachel gave a little wave before she allowed herself to be dragged to Mike's room.
"Yeah, c'ya." He answered solemnly even although she was already out of earshot.
He was about to get used to the loneliness again when he saw two familiar faces walk into the room.
"Hey buddy! What's up?" Chandler went over to meet them at the door.
"We just got back from my parents. We took a drive down to see the new extension they had built." Monica replied, rolling her eyes to let him know how boring it was.
"Well I was going to go to bed after I said hi, but it looks like I'll be staying here a little longer than I anticipated. I can't stand another night of those two playing adult hide and seek." Ross mumbled dejectedly.
"Ah yes. Romeo and Juliet just left to go to your room. You can stay here with me if it's that bad."
"Thanks, but the coast should be clear in about an hour, hopefully."
Monica and Ross tottered off to the desk that held a vast array of alcoholic beverages and helped themselves.
Chandler watched Monica as she guzzled down her Budweiser straight from the bottle.
She was so pretty, and he often imagined what it would be like to be with her, but she had made it clear from the start she wanted to be friends and no more, which was fine with him. There was no spark there after all, and that's what he was looking for.
As the clock struck 6am the party which had been going on for the last 4 hours was beginning to die down.
There were bodies passed out all over the place, one body being that of Monica's.
Ross had left to go to his room about an hour earlier, after seeing Mike appear back at the party, minus Rachel. His lecherous advances to anything in a skirt had pissed Ross so much he wasn't able to bear being around it anymore.
When everyone who was conscious was gone Chandler began to clear up the mess that had been left for him. If he didn't do most of it now he would have to do it when he woke up, and he knew he wouldn't be in the mood then.
He dumped the last of the empty bottles down the trash chute and turned to head back to finally get to his bed.
"Channnler!" He turned to see his roommate Jason stagger along the corridor, a bottle of beer still in his hand, lipstick smeared all over his face and a huge hicky on his neck.
"You see this?" Jason pointed to the love bite.
"Can't miss it buddy, but yeah, what about it?"
"You are going to have one of these tomorrow night!" He drunkenly slurred, as he got closer to Chandler.
"Her name's Phoebe and you're gonna love her!"
Chandler had no idea what his friend was getting at, or who this Phoebe girl was, and neither could he explain the shiver that ran the length of his spine when he heard her name.
Maybe Jason's intoxicated rambling would turn out to be more of a prediction.
"You're going to love her!"
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Ok guy's I need REVIEWS! Lol
Im really insecure about this fic, due to the fact im messing hugely with all the couples, and the fact it's the first time I've written something like this…so please reassure me I'm doing the right thing here lol
Mwah xxxx
Someone like you.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
A/N: Ok this Chapter is focused on the rest of the "friends" and from now on I will be flicking back and forth between their story and Phoebe's.
I just hope it isn't too confusing. If it is let me know and I can change it.
Oh and Exintaris, I am Scottish. Was it really that evident? lol :o) Also, I'm sorry about the occasional mix up of words or swapping "your" and "you're" But you must know what its like when you're brain goes faster than your typing :o)
~*~
The noise in the hallway was deafening. Loud screams rang out, music blared, laughter and talking, all echoing the 4 walls. But none of the guys seemed to notice as they descended towards their dorm rooms to get the party started. This was just what a typical Friday night at NYU consisted of. But this was an extra special Friday night as it was Christmas day.
Normally everyone would have gone home to their families, but this year everyone decided they would stay on at college, all for the benefit of their friend Chandler.
His father had a midnight burlesque show to perform in Vegas, and his mother was on her honeymoon…her forth, and probably not her last. So he had no one to go home to, as per usual. Every year since he was a teenager was the same for him. There always seemed to be one reason or another that his parents were too busy to have him stay over. Not that it bothered him, he was used to it after all, but he hated having to spend it alone in his room, or over at the Geller's on Long Island, he always felt as though he was imposing on their special time. So when Mike had suggested they all celebrated together he jumped at the idea. This year he was determined to make the most of it, after all next year it may be back to eating macaroni and cheese in bed while watching Christmas episode re-runs of every horrendous cancelled show on TV.
Himself and his friend's had spent the whole morning slaving over a hot stove, cooking a huge turkey dinner in the small kitchen that they all shared. Each person had their own task to complete, his being mashing the potatoes, but all credit really had to go to Monica, who did the majority of it, much to her delight.
Afterwards they played a few games of twister, once their food had finally digested, but it became boring after a while, and with nothing else to do the group had split up into two and went their separate ways.
He had stayed behind with Ross, Monica and Rachel to help clear up. While Jason, Mike, James, Paul and Steven had gone onto a nightclub in town to celebrate the holiday's college style, which meant lots of beer, even more shots, and if lucky a few girls into the bargain.
He put his "wham" cd into his stereo and lay on his bed, singing along to "Club Tropicana" as he sunk onto the top of the bed sheet, his hands entwined behind his head.
"Club Tropicana, where all the drinks are free…"
He shut his eyes and pictured himself laying on a beach with gorgeous bikini clad waitress' serving him cocktails, while the sun beat down on his pale skin.
He hated the winter. All that snow and ice, cold hands, and red noses that dripped sporadically. He would much rather be in California right now, than stuck in a room in freezing Manhattan.
As he continued to sing along with George Michael with his eyes closed he didn't see or hear the group of people enter his room.
"Hey, Chan, look what we got!" James jumped onto the bed, bouncing until it settled, a brown back filled with what looked like bottles in his hand.
Everyone except Monica and Ross stood in the doorway, beers in their hands and girls on their arms.
"Great," He thought to myself. "Just when I get a minute of peace the rat pack decide to come home!"
"Yay!" he answered sarcastically. Not that anyone noticed, they were to liquored up to catch any kind of irony.
"As "Wake me up before you go go" Suddenly started to screech out the CD player everyone rolled their eyes and Jason ran over to switch it off, and swapped the album to Bon Jovi.
"That's better! Wohoo!" He clinked his glass beer bottle with the one that had just been handed to Chandler and started to dance around the room, whooping as loud as he could.
As the crowd of 30 or so people lolled around his bedroom Chandler had no option to go with the flow. He could hardly chuck them all out, and be the guy who ruined Christmas for everyone.
He stood quietly in the corner watching a handful of couples making out on the beds and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He had never had a steady girlfriend in the whole time he had been at University. Hell, he had never had a girlfriend, period!
There had been the occasion girl that was drunk enough to kiss him, but that's as far as it ever went. It wasn't so bad though, Ross was a virgin too, so it didn't make him look like such a fool, but it still didn't stop all his friends mocking him.
His friends were great. He loved every one of them, but they were so immature compared to him and Ross. All they lived for where parties and sex, beer and bed.
Ok so that was fun. But surely it couldn't be satisfying to know that's all you had? Didn't they want more? Hugs and kisses. Late night chats as you gazed longingly into each other's eyes. Learning all about each other for the first time and finding out you have things in common.
Surely it was this that was the key to life? Not meaningless trysts in the back seat of your friend's car, which you had borrowed for the special occasion.
No, he wanted more. He wanted something lasting, something spectacular. And until he found it he would remain the virgin boy that they revelled in calling him and Ross.
"Hey Chandler, what's with the long face?" Rachel, who appeared to be the only sober person in the room apart from him stood beside him with a glass in her hand.
"Me? Oh nothing. Just thinking about life." He answered truthfully, knowing she wouldn't mock him for it. She was such a nice person when you got past the vain exterior.
Rachel Greene was a 1st year student who had joined NYU along with Ross' younger sister Monica at the beginning of fall, and had settled into the party scene pretty well considering 1st years were frowned upon by seniors.
It was probably due to the fact she was beautiful and popular, and most certainly nothing to do with the fact she knew Ross.
The minute she had set foot on campus she had guys flocking around her like moths to a flame, but only one guy had caught her attention. Mike Collins. 2nd year student and Ross' roommate.
Mike just happened to be the best looking guy in his year, with the charisma to match. But he did have his flaws, flaws that Rachel constantly chose to ignore, for the sake of her reputation. So what if he liked alcohol more than life? And so what if there were rumours flying around about him being with other girls while he was with her? They were just jealous bitches that were trying to break them up as far as she was concerned. Love truly was blind.
Ross hated mike with a passion, but hid it well for Rachel's sake. She would never understand if he rocked the boat.
Ross Geller, in no uncertain terms was a geek. A fact, which Ross himself recognised to be true and he never once tried to deny it. Chandler was almost sure he was proud to be a nerd. Always putting his studies before anything else.
No one seemed to mind him, as long as kept the dinosaur talk to a minimum, which he found hard to suppress at times, much to his friend's disgust.
The only time he ever tried to act cool was when Rachel was around, not that she noticed his desperate attempts at wooing her. To her Ross was just Ross, Monica's bookish brother and her friend.
His sister Monica was the opposite. She wasn't very studious at all; even although she was extremely smart she had no desire to better herself.
Ever since she was a kid all she had wanted to do was cook, and in her opinion she didn't need some fancy degree to do that. She had only gone to NYU to be close to Rachel, terrified she would lose her only friend to college life, but this was a fact she kept to herself.
"Wow, that's heavy stuff for a Friday night. Anything you want to share?" Rachel watched him as he snapped back to reality.
"Nah, I would just bore you. Hey, where has Monica and Ross got to?" Chandler took a second glance around the room to make sure they definitely weren't there.
"Their Mom and Dad drove up to give them their presents and they all went into the city for ice cream and they haven't come back yet. They must have gone for a drive after."
"Ice cream? In the middle of winter?" Chandler looked puzzled.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, but hey it's the Gellers!" Chandler nodded, knowing full well what Rachel meant.
"Do you want to," Rachel got cut off with someone calling her name
"Rach! Come on, I have something to show you!" Mike grabbed her hand and smiled sneakily at her.
"Show me here,"
"Oh I don't think Chandler would want to see," He laughed and Chandler rolled his eyes.
"See you soon hun." Rachel gave a little wave before she allowed herself to be dragged to Mike's room.
"Yeah, c'ya." He answered solemnly even although she was already out of earshot.
He was about to get used to the loneliness again when he saw two familiar faces walk into the room.
"Hey buddy! What's up?" Chandler went over to meet them at the door.
"We just got back from my parents. We took a drive down to see the new extension they had built." Monica replied, rolling her eyes to let him know how boring it was.
"Well I was going to go to bed after I said hi, but it looks like I'll be staying here a little longer than I anticipated. I can't stand another night of those two playing adult hide and seek." Ross mumbled dejectedly.
"Ah yes. Romeo and Juliet just left to go to your room. You can stay here with me if it's that bad."
"Thanks, but the coast should be clear in about an hour, hopefully."
Monica and Ross tottered off to the desk that held a vast array of alcoholic beverages and helped themselves.
Chandler watched Monica as she guzzled down her Budweiser straight from the bottle.
She was so pretty, and he often imagined what it would be like to be with her, but she had made it clear from the start she wanted to be friends and no more, which was fine with him. There was no spark there after all, and that's what he was looking for.
As the clock struck 6am the party which had been going on for the last 4 hours was beginning to die down.
There were bodies passed out all over the place, one body being that of Monica's.
Ross had left to go to his room about an hour earlier, after seeing Mike appear back at the party, minus Rachel. His lecherous advances to anything in a skirt had pissed Ross so much he wasn't able to bear being around it anymore.
When everyone who was conscious was gone Chandler began to clear up the mess that had been left for him. If he didn't do most of it now he would have to do it when he woke up, and he knew he wouldn't be in the mood then.
He dumped the last of the empty bottles down the trash chute and turned to head back to finally get to his bed.
"Channnler!" He turned to see his roommate Jason stagger along the corridor, a bottle of beer still in his hand, lipstick smeared all over his face and a huge hicky on his neck.
"You see this?" Jason pointed to the love bite.
"Can't miss it buddy, but yeah, what about it?"
"You are going to have one of these tomorrow night!" He drunkenly slurred, as he got closer to Chandler.
"Her name's Phoebe and you're gonna love her!"
Chandler had no idea what his friend was getting at, or who this Phoebe girl was, and neither could he explain the shiver that ran the length of his spine when he heard her name.
Maybe Jason's intoxicated rambling would turn out to be more of a prediction.
"You're going to love her!"
~*~
Ok guy's I need REVIEWS! Lol
Im really insecure about this fic, due to the fact im messing hugely with all the couples, and the fact it's the first time I've written something like this…so please reassure me I'm doing the right thing here lol
Mwah xxxx