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Chapter 1
An Accident
It was a regular Friday evening. Everybody was suppose to be over at Monica and Chandler's Apartment. Monica, of course, was rapidly adding finishing touches to her apartment. She wanted the apartment to look perfect. Spick and span. Monica was known for her organized and clean personality. It could not be ruined.
Chandler was playing a video game on the couch. He was just wasting time because he really had nothing else to do. Monica would never let him clean. That was her job. Or that's what she always said. Chandler knew that they would come through the door anytime now. He glanced quickly at the clock and it read 5:58. As soon as the information hit his brain, he resumed the game.
"Please turn off that game, Chandler. They're almost about to come."
"Okay, Mrs. Cleany."
"Oh, stop it. You know that cleaning is my passion."
"No, it isn't."
"Then obviously you don't know me very well because it is."
"No, cleaning and organizing are your passions."
Monica let out a laugh. Chandler always trying to make a joke. Monica knew that they were about to be here any minute, but she decided she would quickly clean the floor. She ran into the bathroom and got on her knees to open the counter. There was an almost-empty bottle of bleach. Monica wondered why it was almost empty. She had only bought it two days ago. But then again, she could go through tons of bottles of bleach in a week, literally. She unscrewed the bottle and went back into the kitchen. It smelled clean. She was proud. She threw some bleach on the floor and placed the bottle on the table. She went and got a mop out of the closet and mopped like there was no tomorrow.
The door opened and Rachel came in. She was in a black skirt with a grey shirt on. She was also soaked in water.
"The storm out there is bad, Monica."
Monica paused from mopping and scanned Rachel.
"Obviously."
Rachel wiped her feet on the 'Welsome' carpet. She paused and read it again.
"I like your new carpet Mon, but what does the word 'Welsome' mean?"
Chandler blushed and sank into the couch. Monica pointed at Chandler and Rachel said, "Oh."
The door opened and Joey came in. He, obviously, was dry living in front of them. He walked in and smiled.
"I guess he storm is pretty bad, huh, Rachel?"
"Just a little, Joey," she said sarcasticly.
Joey ran over and sat next to Chandler. Joey got a controller and started to play the video game.
"The place looks really nice, Mon," said Rachel putting her coat on the coat hanger.
Monica thanked her and put the bleach and mop away, She came back in and washed her hands vigorously with soap and warm water. Monica snatched a paper towel from the roll and dried her hands with it.
"Where's Phoebe and Ross?" asked Monica throwing away the now wet paper towel.
"You know, I really don't know. It's..." Rachel paused as she looked at the clock. "it's already 6:08."
"Should I call them?" asked Monica with the telephone already at hand.
"No, it's probably just the storm. It's actually pretty bad. I've heard that power has already gone out in some parts of the city. And that's rare cause it's New York!"
Monica nodded. She hoped that everything was okay.
"Look, Mon, don't worry. They'll be fine becau..."
Ross came in abruptly. He also was soaking wet.
"Sorry, but it's pouring outside. My shoes are all watery! My shoes!"
Rachel smiled and went to go pour herself a cup of juice.
"Hey, do you know where Phoebe is? I was going to call, but Rachel said it was probably just the rain."
"No, but I'm sure Rachel's right. The storm is really bad. I've even heard that power has already..."
"...gone out in some parts of the city." finished Joey. "We've already heard it, pal."
Ross looked confused, but then the phone rang. Rachel lurched towards the phone and spilt the cup of juice.
"I got it! she screamed.
Monica sighed. All of that cleaning. She went and got a mop and started to clean it up. Everything was silent. Then there was a loud clash of thunder. The power then went out. A number of things happened in just a mere second. Monica dropped the mop, Ross stopped taking off his shoes, Joey screamed like a girl, Chandler threw the controller in the air (which probably hit Joey in the head), and Rachel dropped the phone.
"The phone went out, but a doctor from the hospital just called. Before the phone went out..."
Rachel stopped and started to sob. Monica feared the words that were about to come out of Rachel's mouth. She had expected them from the moment the power had gone out. Monica started to grasp the reality. It was real. It had happened. Nothing could change it. For a second Monica thought her life was over. And as Monica thought this, so did everybody else. Everything was quiet except the sobs of Rachel.
Rachel gasped for air. She tried to fight back the tears, but they kept rushing out of her eyes like a fountain. She couldn't believe what the doctor had told her. And yet everybody in the room knew. Even though Rachel hadn't said anything. Rachel tried to stand up and croaked," It's Phoebe...she...she...she was in...Phoebe was in a car accident...and she died..."
Throughout the entire room was nothing, but silence. Phoebe was gone.
To be continued