Disclaimer: Well, um, actually, I don't own "Friends". I simply write about
the characters to amuse myself. Heh heh.
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THE ONE WITH THE STORY ABOUT THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter Two: And they were off
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Ross clicked the phone back on the hook. Chandler now knew where his house was, and would be coming over with a sleeping bag in two hours. Rachel was already here, gossiping with Monica or whatever girls did when they were alone. Phoebe would arrive at the same time as Chandler.
"Ross, honey, when is your friend coming over? What's his name? Sander?" Ross' mom asked.
"Two hours. Chandler Bing," Ross answered.
"Now that's an odd name," his mother commented. "Anyway, have fun on your trip."
"I will, Mom," Ross answered dutifully.
"Well, I've got to stop by the office now, so how 'bout a kiss goodbye?"
"I'm not a baby, Mom," Ross said.
"Kiss me on the cheek," his mother commanded.
Ross obeyed, but as soon as his mother left he heard giggling, and Monica's voice mimicking his own. "'M not a baby, Mom." And more giggling.
Great. This camping trip would be absolutely delightful. Heh.
Ross went up to his room in search of something to do to pass the time before Chandler arrived. He considered looking over his model dinosaurs (okay, so they were toys), but Monica and Rachel would probably find some way to snoop on him and then suddenly the whole school would know that not only did Ross Geller keep dinosaur toys in his room, he played with them.
Okay. So not dinosaurs. He wandered over to his bookcase and pulled out a book. Books were safe enough. He supposed he could be doing homework, but contrary to recent rumors he did not enjoy homework. A book it was.
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Phoebe hurried the last few steps to the Geller Residence, as the mailbox so nicely pointed out, lugging behind her a sleeping bag as well as a bag of her other... stuff. She hoped she wasn't late. She pounded her finger down on the doorbell. A few minutes later Monica and Rachel opened the door.
"Phoebe, you're early!" Monica said.
Not late then, Phoebe decided.
"So, when do we leave?" Phoebe asked. This was exciting. She'd never gone camping with friends before. Sure she'd slept on doorsteps before but she'd never gone anywhere to camp.
"Um, in about another twenty minutes," Monica said. "Rachel came early too, but we need to wait for Ross' friend, whatever his name was."
"Okay." Phoebe plopped her stuff down on the couch and sat down next to it. "So now what?" she asked.
"I don't know," Monica said. "Er, you can meet my brother if you want."
Rachel giggled. "'M not a baby, Mom," she said, exchanging glances with Monica.
"Okay, I think there's something I don't get," Phoebe said. "Since neither of you are each other's Mom's and neither am I, who are you talking to?"
"Tell you later," Monica said as Ross walked down the stairs. He looked at Monica and banged his fists together twice.
"Mom and dad aren't here," Monica said. "You can flick me off normally now. Oh, and by the way, meet Phoebe—"
"Buffay," Phoebe supplied.
"—Phoebe Buffay. And Phoebe, meet my brother Ross."
"Hi," Phoebe said. Ross nodded in reply. Chandler had better be here soon. This pack of girls was beginning to grate on his nerves. Even if he had a crush on Rachel. How would he be able to stand them for a whole weekend? Of course, things would only get worse from there.
The twenty minutes until Chandler would arrive passed slowly. Ross read in his room while the three girls did—well, whatever girls did—in Monica's room. They were across the hall from him, and he could hear them giggle every once in a while. Probably laughing at him.
Twenty minutes passed. Then another fifteen. And then, finally, the doorbell rang.
Ross jumped up to get it. There was Chandler, holding an old sleeping bag and backpack. "Sorry I'm late," he said.
"No, no, that's fine. Come in." He turned and started up the stairs. He stopped about halfway up and yelled, "Mon! Chandler's here, we can go now!"
"Well, finally!" his sister called back. She lowered her voice and said something that Ross couldn't hear. Whatever it was, it made Rachel and Phoebe giggle. Ross rolled his eyes.
"So, where exactly are we going?" Chandler asked. "Because I don't know of any great camping spots in the Big Apple."
"We're driving out for a few hours until we're out of the city. There's this camping spot called Bear Mountains," Ross said.
"Bear Mountains. I'll sleep safe tonight!" Chandler remarked in his usual manner.
"Wait..." Rachel began. "WE'RE driving? As in us?"
"Oh! Oh! I knew someone once who died driving to a campsite!" Phoebe exclaimed. "He was seventeen."
"Thank you, Phoebe." Could this really get any worse?
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A tiring four hours later they arrived at Bear Mountains Campsite. The drive hadn't been too bad; Ross and Monica had shared the driving (it was their parents' car, and no one else was trusted enough to take the wheel).
Rachel was surprised by the cool, pine-scented air of Bear Mountains. This was nothing like New York City! This was amazing! She stretched her arms way above her head to relieve some of the stiffness of the drive.
She stopped when she caught Ross staring at her. Great. All she needed was Monica's geek-of-a-brother to have a crush on her.
"What now?" Rachel asked. "Don't we put up a tent, and make a fire, and toast marshmallows or whatever else you do when you camp?"
"I don't know," Monica said. "I've never been camping before. Ross, do you know?"
Ross shrugged. "Well, um, I've never camped either, but I read a little bit about it, and I don't think we need to put the tents up right now. We could, I don't know, go hike or something."
"And I have a question," Chandler said. "Who here has gone camping before? Because I sure haven't."
"I'm the only one who hasn't said that I haven't camped," Phoebe pointed out. "And I've slept on doorsteps before, but unless that's what you want to do tonight, I've never camped before either."
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Reviewer Replies:
Iluvjoey4life: Thank you, really glad you like it. Um, I guess I'm updating soon...
Freezyboncoolipants: The camping trip starts now, I hope you keep reading. About Phoebe... All I knew when I started writing this was that Chandler met Joey when he was looking for a roommate, the stuff in TOW the Prom Video. I'll try to keep it more realistic later on...
Exintaris: Thank you, but see Freezyboncoolipants reply for the stuff about Phoebe...
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THE ONE WITH THE STORY ABOUT THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter Two: And they were off
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Ross clicked the phone back on the hook. Chandler now knew where his house was, and would be coming over with a sleeping bag in two hours. Rachel was already here, gossiping with Monica or whatever girls did when they were alone. Phoebe would arrive at the same time as Chandler.
"Ross, honey, when is your friend coming over? What's his name? Sander?" Ross' mom asked.
"Two hours. Chandler Bing," Ross answered.
"Now that's an odd name," his mother commented. "Anyway, have fun on your trip."
"I will, Mom," Ross answered dutifully.
"Well, I've got to stop by the office now, so how 'bout a kiss goodbye?"
"I'm not a baby, Mom," Ross said.
"Kiss me on the cheek," his mother commanded.
Ross obeyed, but as soon as his mother left he heard giggling, and Monica's voice mimicking his own. "'M not a baby, Mom." And more giggling.
Great. This camping trip would be absolutely delightful. Heh.
Ross went up to his room in search of something to do to pass the time before Chandler arrived. He considered looking over his model dinosaurs (okay, so they were toys), but Monica and Rachel would probably find some way to snoop on him and then suddenly the whole school would know that not only did Ross Geller keep dinosaur toys in his room, he played with them.
Okay. So not dinosaurs. He wandered over to his bookcase and pulled out a book. Books were safe enough. He supposed he could be doing homework, but contrary to recent rumors he did not enjoy homework. A book it was.
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Phoebe hurried the last few steps to the Geller Residence, as the mailbox so nicely pointed out, lugging behind her a sleeping bag as well as a bag of her other... stuff. She hoped she wasn't late. She pounded her finger down on the doorbell. A few minutes later Monica and Rachel opened the door.
"Phoebe, you're early!" Monica said.
Not late then, Phoebe decided.
"So, when do we leave?" Phoebe asked. This was exciting. She'd never gone camping with friends before. Sure she'd slept on doorsteps before but she'd never gone anywhere to camp.
"Um, in about another twenty minutes," Monica said. "Rachel came early too, but we need to wait for Ross' friend, whatever his name was."
"Okay." Phoebe plopped her stuff down on the couch and sat down next to it. "So now what?" she asked.
"I don't know," Monica said. "Er, you can meet my brother if you want."
Rachel giggled. "'M not a baby, Mom," she said, exchanging glances with Monica.
"Okay, I think there's something I don't get," Phoebe said. "Since neither of you are each other's Mom's and neither am I, who are you talking to?"
"Tell you later," Monica said as Ross walked down the stairs. He looked at Monica and banged his fists together twice.
"Mom and dad aren't here," Monica said. "You can flick me off normally now. Oh, and by the way, meet Phoebe—"
"Buffay," Phoebe supplied.
"—Phoebe Buffay. And Phoebe, meet my brother Ross."
"Hi," Phoebe said. Ross nodded in reply. Chandler had better be here soon. This pack of girls was beginning to grate on his nerves. Even if he had a crush on Rachel. How would he be able to stand them for a whole weekend? Of course, things would only get worse from there.
The twenty minutes until Chandler would arrive passed slowly. Ross read in his room while the three girls did—well, whatever girls did—in Monica's room. They were across the hall from him, and he could hear them giggle every once in a while. Probably laughing at him.
Twenty minutes passed. Then another fifteen. And then, finally, the doorbell rang.
Ross jumped up to get it. There was Chandler, holding an old sleeping bag and backpack. "Sorry I'm late," he said.
"No, no, that's fine. Come in." He turned and started up the stairs. He stopped about halfway up and yelled, "Mon! Chandler's here, we can go now!"
"Well, finally!" his sister called back. She lowered her voice and said something that Ross couldn't hear. Whatever it was, it made Rachel and Phoebe giggle. Ross rolled his eyes.
"So, where exactly are we going?" Chandler asked. "Because I don't know of any great camping spots in the Big Apple."
"We're driving out for a few hours until we're out of the city. There's this camping spot called Bear Mountains," Ross said.
"Bear Mountains. I'll sleep safe tonight!" Chandler remarked in his usual manner.
"Wait..." Rachel began. "WE'RE driving? As in us?"
"Oh! Oh! I knew someone once who died driving to a campsite!" Phoebe exclaimed. "He was seventeen."
"Thank you, Phoebe." Could this really get any worse?
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A tiring four hours later they arrived at Bear Mountains Campsite. The drive hadn't been too bad; Ross and Monica had shared the driving (it was their parents' car, and no one else was trusted enough to take the wheel).
Rachel was surprised by the cool, pine-scented air of Bear Mountains. This was nothing like New York City! This was amazing! She stretched her arms way above her head to relieve some of the stiffness of the drive.
She stopped when she caught Ross staring at her. Great. All she needed was Monica's geek-of-a-brother to have a crush on her.
"What now?" Rachel asked. "Don't we put up a tent, and make a fire, and toast marshmallows or whatever else you do when you camp?"
"I don't know," Monica said. "I've never been camping before. Ross, do you know?"
Ross shrugged. "Well, um, I've never camped either, but I read a little bit about it, and I don't think we need to put the tents up right now. We could, I don't know, go hike or something."
"And I have a question," Chandler said. "Who here has gone camping before? Because I sure haven't."
"I'm the only one who hasn't said that I haven't camped," Phoebe pointed out. "And I've slept on doorsteps before, but unless that's what you want to do tonight, I've never camped before either."
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Reviewer Replies:
Iluvjoey4life: Thank you, really glad you like it. Um, I guess I'm updating soon...
Freezyboncoolipants: The camping trip starts now, I hope you keep reading. About Phoebe... All I knew when I started writing this was that Chandler met Joey when he was looking for a roommate, the stuff in TOW the Prom Video. I'll try to keep it more realistic later on...
Exintaris: Thank you, but see Freezyboncoolipants reply for the stuff about Phoebe...
