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THE ONE WITH THE STORY ABOUT THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter Four: So Maybe We're Lost
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"Okay, this is not good," Chandler said half to himself and half to Phoebe.
"What is not good?" Phoebe asked.
Chandler smiled a stiff, somewhat sarcastic smile that was more like a grimace than anything else. "There is no way they're going to find us."
"Oh, yeah, I noticed that a while ago."
Chandler stopped walking and swung around to face Phoebe. "What?! Why didn't you say anything?" he sputtered.
"Because we can't go BACK," Phoebe said. "I mean, if we did, we'd have to catch up with them, and that would be too hard. And since there really isn't anything else we could do, we might as well keep going and hope they find us."
"So tell me why I don't feel comforted?"
"Well, cause there's always that chance that they won't find us, and—"
"That's enough."
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"Okay, so, we're across. Like on the other side," Ross said.
"Hmm, I noticed," Monica said.
"I mean, where do we go from here?" Ross asked. "Do you think we should just go in a perpendicular line from here and hope that we intersect the trail at some point? Then we could locate Chandler and Phoebe, and keep going with the hike."
"D'you think you could say that so I understand?" Rachel said, sort of rolling her eyes at her friend's brother. But she wasn't ANGRILY rolling here eyes. She was sort of starting to like Ross. Sort of.
"He wants to know if we should go straight from here until we reach the path," Monica translated. "That's brilliant, Ross, but what if we can't find the path or Chandler and Phoebe?"
"Let's see," Ross said slowly, "We'd be in trouble."
"Thank you so much for that comment, Ross. I was just voicing the possible technical difficulties of your ingenious plan."
It was Ross' turn to roll his eyes. Why hadn't he just gone with Chandler? Why, why, why? He just didn't get along with Monica, and he was sure he never would. They were the epitome of brother-sister rivalry.
"Ross? Hello, Ross, wake up..." Rachel was saying. He was jerked out of his thoughts, feeling rather stupid. "We're walking now," Rachel said. "We decided that we might as well go in a perpendicular—er, do what you said."
"Okay," Ross said in his best 'cool' voice.
They started walking again. For once Rachel was behind Ross, and as she watched him battle his way through the brush, she began to think. He wasn't too bad, really. Sure, he was a bit geeky, but he was helpful, like when he had saved her from falling off the rock into the stream. Would Chip have done that?
Chip. Think about Chip, Rachel told herself. Not Ross. Thinking about Ross can only be bad.
So she stopped.
Ross, amazingly enough, was not thinking about Rachel. He was wondering what time it was, exactly, but he didn't have a watch. They were out later than he really wanted them to be—they'd spent more time hiking than he'd thought and they still had to put up the tent. And make a fire and figure out how to use the funny camping cooking utensils.
Monica might be slightly obsessive about cleaning, but Ross was slightly obsessive with being on time. He hated to be late, or to not have enough time to do something. And this was not looking good.
"Mon, how long do you think we've been out here?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe an hour and a half? I haven't been checking the time."
That meant an hour and a half going back, too. It would be getting dark when they got back. Ross didn't want to put up the tent—tents, he reminded himself—in the dark. He pointed this out to the girls.
"Not necessarily," Monica said. "We've been going in kind of a triangle, I think. So there should be less time going back."
"I hope so," Ross said.
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"This trail is definitely turning," Chandler said.
"I know."
"And it's starting to get dark."
"I know."
Chandler looked up for inspiration. Finding none he turned back to Phoebe. "Do you think we should go back and find the others?"
"Do you really think that would work? We'd probably get lost."
Chandler sighed. "But what if Ross and Rachel and Monica get lost?"
"Oh yeah. Us getting lost is really going to help that," Phoebe said, matching Chandler's usual sarcasm with her own. "They probably realized tat they're not going to find us and went back to the campsite."
"Hmm... maybe..."
Darkness was slowly but all to steadily making itself known, and Chandler was beginning to have trouble seeing Phoebe in the gloom of the trees. They really did have to get back...
Chandler could just imagine the scene when they got there. There would be a campfire—yes, a campfire—and the tents would be up and Ross and the two girls would be toasting marshmallows. Ross would greet him and say something like, "Where were you, dude?" And then he'd have some marshmallows—No, no, not marshmallows. They'd be making dinner. Somehow Chandler had forgotten dinner. But he was hungry.
The path was going down now, and Chandler, lost in thought and ignoring the ground below him, tripped over a rock. He almost landed on Phoebe, but she caught him, saying "Watch you step, Chandler."
And about a half and hour later, the path ended. It let out into the camping ground they had left from. Fires were blazing as people enjoyed the warm night, but the friends' campground was dark.
No marshmallows, no dinner, no Ross or Rachel or Monica. The tents weren't even up yet. Chandler groaned.
"Oh, I know," Phoebe agreed.
"Maybe they're just not here yet!" Chandler exclaimed.
"That seems a little obvious," Phoebe laughed.
"No, I mean maybe they're coming and they're actually not lost at all!"
"Probably," Phoebe said. "Do you know anything about setting up tents?"
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"We are so totally lost," Rachel said, trying not to chew on a nail. Guys hated it when girls had chewed up nails.
Monica and Ross just nodded. They were all tired and the trail seemed nowhere in sight. Even sight was becoming difficult as the darkness grew.
"There's got to be something we can do!" Monica tried to be optimistic.
"I know, I'll turn on my radar and find the path," Ross said in an annoyed tone. "Beep beep, there it is!"
"I was serious." Monica eyed her brother, somewhat dissapointed that he had turned her serious statement into a joke, but Rachel laughed a little. Monica turned her gaze to her best friend.
"Sorry, it was funny!" She could practically feel Ross smile. He loved it when she liked him.
"Wait, I have an idea!" Ross said. "I'll use my radar—heh, heh, um, no" he got to the point when Monica glared again "We still have enough light that if I maybe climbed up a tree I could see the path."
"That might work," Rachel said. Monica had to agree.
"Or better yet," she said, we can each climb a tree and look in three different directions."
Ross and Rachel agreed.
"Just be careful."
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Chandler was picking up firewood to cook his dinner while Phoebe tried to put up the tent. He began to carry a bundle of the wood back to the campsite.
He was very surprised when a deep voice said, "Hey, how you doin'?"
He turned to face whoever had spoken. The speaker, a semi-handsome guy of about Chandler's age, looked very surprised. His eyebrows shot up in astonishment.
"Sorry, dude, in the dark I thought you were a chick."
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THE ONE WITH THE STORY ABOUT THE CAMPING TRIP
Chapter Four: So Maybe We're Lost
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"Okay, this is not good," Chandler said half to himself and half to Phoebe.
"What is not good?" Phoebe asked.
Chandler smiled a stiff, somewhat sarcastic smile that was more like a grimace than anything else. "There is no way they're going to find us."
"Oh, yeah, I noticed that a while ago."
Chandler stopped walking and swung around to face Phoebe. "What?! Why didn't you say anything?" he sputtered.
"Because we can't go BACK," Phoebe said. "I mean, if we did, we'd have to catch up with them, and that would be too hard. And since there really isn't anything else we could do, we might as well keep going and hope they find us."
"So tell me why I don't feel comforted?"
"Well, cause there's always that chance that they won't find us, and—"
"That's enough."
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"Okay, so, we're across. Like on the other side," Ross said.
"Hmm, I noticed," Monica said.
"I mean, where do we go from here?" Ross asked. "Do you think we should just go in a perpendicular line from here and hope that we intersect the trail at some point? Then we could locate Chandler and Phoebe, and keep going with the hike."
"D'you think you could say that so I understand?" Rachel said, sort of rolling her eyes at her friend's brother. But she wasn't ANGRILY rolling here eyes. She was sort of starting to like Ross. Sort of.
"He wants to know if we should go straight from here until we reach the path," Monica translated. "That's brilliant, Ross, but what if we can't find the path or Chandler and Phoebe?"
"Let's see," Ross said slowly, "We'd be in trouble."
"Thank you so much for that comment, Ross. I was just voicing the possible technical difficulties of your ingenious plan."
It was Ross' turn to roll his eyes. Why hadn't he just gone with Chandler? Why, why, why? He just didn't get along with Monica, and he was sure he never would. They were the epitome of brother-sister rivalry.
"Ross? Hello, Ross, wake up..." Rachel was saying. He was jerked out of his thoughts, feeling rather stupid. "We're walking now," Rachel said. "We decided that we might as well go in a perpendicular—er, do what you said."
"Okay," Ross said in his best 'cool' voice.
They started walking again. For once Rachel was behind Ross, and as she watched him battle his way through the brush, she began to think. He wasn't too bad, really. Sure, he was a bit geeky, but he was helpful, like when he had saved her from falling off the rock into the stream. Would Chip have done that?
Chip. Think about Chip, Rachel told herself. Not Ross. Thinking about Ross can only be bad.
So she stopped.
Ross, amazingly enough, was not thinking about Rachel. He was wondering what time it was, exactly, but he didn't have a watch. They were out later than he really wanted them to be—they'd spent more time hiking than he'd thought and they still had to put up the tent. And make a fire and figure out how to use the funny camping cooking utensils.
Monica might be slightly obsessive about cleaning, but Ross was slightly obsessive with being on time. He hated to be late, or to not have enough time to do something. And this was not looking good.
"Mon, how long do you think we've been out here?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe an hour and a half? I haven't been checking the time."
That meant an hour and a half going back, too. It would be getting dark when they got back. Ross didn't want to put up the tent—tents, he reminded himself—in the dark. He pointed this out to the girls.
"Not necessarily," Monica said. "We've been going in kind of a triangle, I think. So there should be less time going back."
"I hope so," Ross said.
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"This trail is definitely turning," Chandler said.
"I know."
"And it's starting to get dark."
"I know."
Chandler looked up for inspiration. Finding none he turned back to Phoebe. "Do you think we should go back and find the others?"
"Do you really think that would work? We'd probably get lost."
Chandler sighed. "But what if Ross and Rachel and Monica get lost?"
"Oh yeah. Us getting lost is really going to help that," Phoebe said, matching Chandler's usual sarcasm with her own. "They probably realized tat they're not going to find us and went back to the campsite."
"Hmm... maybe..."
Darkness was slowly but all to steadily making itself known, and Chandler was beginning to have trouble seeing Phoebe in the gloom of the trees. They really did have to get back...
Chandler could just imagine the scene when they got there. There would be a campfire—yes, a campfire—and the tents would be up and Ross and the two girls would be toasting marshmallows. Ross would greet him and say something like, "Where were you, dude?" And then he'd have some marshmallows—No, no, not marshmallows. They'd be making dinner. Somehow Chandler had forgotten dinner. But he was hungry.
The path was going down now, and Chandler, lost in thought and ignoring the ground below him, tripped over a rock. He almost landed on Phoebe, but she caught him, saying "Watch you step, Chandler."
And about a half and hour later, the path ended. It let out into the camping ground they had left from. Fires were blazing as people enjoyed the warm night, but the friends' campground was dark.
No marshmallows, no dinner, no Ross or Rachel or Monica. The tents weren't even up yet. Chandler groaned.
"Oh, I know," Phoebe agreed.
"Maybe they're just not here yet!" Chandler exclaimed.
"That seems a little obvious," Phoebe laughed.
"No, I mean maybe they're coming and they're actually not lost at all!"
"Probably," Phoebe said. "Do you know anything about setting up tents?"
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"We are so totally lost," Rachel said, trying not to chew on a nail. Guys hated it when girls had chewed up nails.
Monica and Ross just nodded. They were all tired and the trail seemed nowhere in sight. Even sight was becoming difficult as the darkness grew.
"There's got to be something we can do!" Monica tried to be optimistic.
"I know, I'll turn on my radar and find the path," Ross said in an annoyed tone. "Beep beep, there it is!"
"I was serious." Monica eyed her brother, somewhat dissapointed that he had turned her serious statement into a joke, but Rachel laughed a little. Monica turned her gaze to her best friend.
"Sorry, it was funny!" She could practically feel Ross smile. He loved it when she liked him.
"Wait, I have an idea!" Ross said. "I'll use my radar—heh, heh, um, no" he got to the point when Monica glared again "We still have enough light that if I maybe climbed up a tree I could see the path."
"That might work," Rachel said. Monica had to agree.
"Or better yet," she said, we can each climb a tree and look in three different directions."
Ross and Rachel agreed.
"Just be careful."
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Chandler was picking up firewood to cook his dinner while Phoebe tried to put up the tent. He began to carry a bundle of the wood back to the campsite.
He was very surprised when a deep voice said, "Hey, how you doin'?"
He turned to face whoever had spoken. The speaker, a semi-handsome guy of about Chandler's age, looked very surprised. His eyebrows shot up in astonishment.
"Sorry, dude, in the dark I thought you were a chick."
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Reviewer Replies (So many! Again! Thanks, people...)
Iluvjoey4lyfe: Once again THANK YOU! :)
Freezyboncoolipants: The UGH thing just seemed Phoebe-ish... glad you enjoyed. Keep reading!
anonyme: Thanks. It looks like Joey has just entered the scene...
Mal: AM I going to put any of them together as a couple? Probably... you'll just have to read and find out who it is, though! Please read more!
lance: More Ross and Rachel is probably coming up... I could be a 'bit more raunchy', but I don't know if that really fits the geeky awkward high school Ross. But hey, Joey's here now...
less than three: I updated again... more R&R in here, sort of... hope you enjoyed this chapter too!
uranus: Glad you like this story... Agoin? I dunno...
