"So you got it? You know what we're going to do?" Chandler asked, a hand on Joey's shoulder. Joey nodded slowly, a confused expression on his face.
"Uh, yeah...sure," Joey said. "What...what was that again?"
"Joey-!" Chandler cried.
"No, no, I get it, I get it!" Joey said, laughing. Chandler stared at him; a piercing stare. Joey cried, "Okay, man, stop staring at me already!" Chandler rolled his eyes, as Rachel, Phoebe, and Monica emerged from the trees. Chandler immediately took his hand off of Joey when he saw the odd expression on Monica's face. He grinned sheepishly.
"You told him?" Monica asked, gesturing to Joey. Chandler nodded.
"Yeah," Chandler said, nodding. "Now go, you guys, because if Ross comes he'll think-"
"He'll think what?" a voice asked. Shocked, the five friends turned around to see Ross, a confused expression on his face. "What were you guys talking about? I heard my name... and what are the girls' doing here?" He looked at Monica suspiciously.
"What?" she said, raising her arms in defense. She forced herself to roll her eyes, and told Rachel and Phoebe, "C'mon, we gotta go find their flag."
"Chandler," Ross began to say, once they were out of earshot, "what do you think you're doing? D-Don't you want to win this? Or...wait, what did you tell them?" Then he cried, "Did you reveal where our flag is?"
"No!" Joey and Chandler cried at once. Then Chandler said, "But they were, uh, really...suspicious looking when they almost said where their, um, flag...was. So, I - I mean, Joey and me - know where it is... So now we can win the Second Gellar Cup! Yes, that's it!" Ross looked at him with wondering eyes, then smiled.
"Let's go get that flag!" he cried triumphantly.
"Now that's the spirit!" Joey cried enthusiastically, grinning.
That was close, Chandler thought. Real close...
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"My brother is an idiot," Monica muttered under her breath. Then she turned around to face Rachel and Phoebe and told them, "C'mon. We have to 'fake' that we are looking for their flag... I can't believe I'm doing this! Letting the guys win, I mean!" He moaned in agony. Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you letting the guys win?" Rachel asked. "The real Monica wouldn't do that. Trust me, when I tried to convince her into letting me borrow her shoes... Wow, I think I still have that bruise!"
"More like 'bruises'," Phoebe interrupted, smiling slightly.
"Okay, okay," Monica said. "Okay! I get it, I get it!"
"So why?" Rachel asked, bugging her. She smiled teasingly. "Is it Chandler?" After Monica didn't say anything, Rachel gasped. "So it IS Chandler! Oh my gosh, Monica, why didn't you say anything about it?"
After a moment, Monica cried, "I don't know! But it happened! Well, it was really an accident, but, hey, it happened!"
"Okay, we're supposed to be pretending to look for the flag here," Phoebe said, interrupting them both. "So, can we please look for it? I mean... never mind!"
"Yes, okay, Phoebe, go, go," Monica muttered, rolling her eyes. Then suddenly, all three girls heard a cheerful joyous rejoice. Monica stopped. "Was that...Ross? Or no?"
"Oh my god," Rachel said. "Did they just find our flag?" The girls hurriedly ran over to their spot. Ross, Chandler, and Joey were cheering. Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe threw away their smiles, and put on fake, sad faces. Monica pretended to moan in agony.
"No!" she cried. "This sucks...we lose again?" She didn't even remember if she had won the first time. Had she? She looked at Rachel, and Rachel shrugged, looking lost. Phoebe did as well. "Well, congrats, you guys...I guess." Monica had muttered the last part. Chandler budged her, pointing out that her little 'faking' wasn't going so well. Monica sighed, annoyed.
"We win!" Ross cried. He walked up to the girls and cried, "In your faces!"
"Okay, uh, Ross?" Chandler said, raising an eyebrow. "The 'rubbing in' part? Yeah...not going too well."
"C'mon, man, be happy!" Ross cried. "We won! We get the Second Gellar Cup!" Chandler put an arm around Monica, forgetting that Ross was there. Ross turned to Phoebe and asked, "So where is it? The cup, I mean? C'mon, Pheebs!"
"Okay, okay, gosh, it's in the car!" Phoebe cried, both of their eyebrows raised. Phoebe ran to the car, everyone following her. Monica swore to herself silently that she was never going to play Capture the Flag...ever again.
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The End.