Hey everyone. I'm so sorry about the wait and about the last chapter being so short. I have a question for you all to see what you think. Should Aunt Karen and Joey get together? What do you think? This is a different sort of chapter, just something I thought would be interesting. Tell me if you like the idea, and if you want more like this.

THANKSGIVING

Dear Diary:

Sometimes my father has childlike solutions to adult problems. I thought that the first Thanksgiving spend with Dad would be a horrible experience thanks to the whole Kathy situation, but the whole "box" idea was brilliant in it's own way.

Sarah couldn't help feeling a little strange at the whole situation. There was Monica and that Dr. Burke character that everyone was saying how horrible it was. I guess I was out of the loop on that one.

Rachel and Ross started arguing at the table about something so stupid that I didn't know what to say. He kept insisting that she had no sentimental value and she was upset about that and left the room.

I looked over at the box. Poor Uncle Chandler. He really did deserve to be punished, but it wasn't fair that he didn't get any food while the rest of us were sitting here enjoying a nice meal.

I turned to my father. "Dad, don't you think that…"

"I didn't have any food to eat when we were being robbed and I was locked in the cabinet."

I nodded, despite the fact that I still didn't understand the whole story behind it.

Rachel suddenly came barging back into the room.

"This is a movie stub from our first date, and this is the egg shell from the first time you made me breakfast in bed, and this is from the museum when we were…together…"

"Just say it," I interrupted. "The first time you slept together." I hate it when people try to change things so it sounds like your talking about something else when you are actually talking about sex, and everyone knows that you are talking about sex.

Rachel looked at me with a glare in her eye that could have melted ice. I shrugged and went back to eating. Dad was also looking at me funny, but I didn't care. I was getting a little tired of the two of them tiptoeing around the subject. They obviously were still in love with each other and I was getting sick and tired of the whole situation. I mean I'm in high school and I don't see that much drama in the hallways.

Rachel continued on her rant as I finished eating. I stood up and walked over to Uncle Chandler's box.

"Well, I can see why you don't celebrate Thanksgiving. It is a damn foolish holiday if all anyone does is fight."

Uncle Chandler didn't say anything and I didn't speak. It was strange living with my father and his roommate, but I was dealing with it.

Chandler was funny, kind, and good-looking in his own way. Dad was different than I had thought.

There was a knock on the door and I watched as Dad walked over and answered it. My eyes widened and a smile ran across my face. It was Aunt Karen.

I had told her about Thanksgiving and had invited her to come and visit with Dad and his friends. She didn't know a lot of people in the city.

"Hey there girl," Aunt Karen said pulling me into a tight bear hug. I loved Aunt Karen with all my heart and hoped that she and my father could come to some sort of arrangement, cause I couldn't stand to lose them both.

"Where's Chandler?" Aunt Karen asked looking around. I cleared my throat and pointed at the box.

"Why is he…?"

"He's being punished."

"For what?"

"Dad has his reasons."

"Your father is forcing him to do this?"

"No, let's just say that Uncle Chandler did something unforgivable and he is proving to my father just how important their friendship is to him."

Aunt Karen nodded her head slowly in understanding. "Interesting."

Aunt Karen went and sat on the couch with Phoebe and Rachel. Monica and that Dr. Burke guy were out on the balcony talking. I watched them for a few minutes before going into the kitchen and talking with my Dad, who was still eating.

"Dad, I think that Uncle Chandler is doing the right thing here. I know that he did something bad, but at least he told you about it instead of hiding it."

Dad looked up at me and nodded in silence.

"And hey it could have been worse. He could have slept with me."

Dad's eyes went wide and he glared at the box, almost like he was trying to set it on fire.

"I was just kidding," Dad's eyes went back to me. "I think I am going to go over there with Aunt Karen."

I got up slowly and walked over to the large comfy chair and listened to the adult conversation.

I felt left out.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. I hoped that something amazing would happen when I came to New York City to live with my father, but so far nothing amazing had happened.

I heard about my seven other aunts on my father's side, and how protective he is of them. Yet I still haven't met them and it is driving me insane.

I just want something exciting to happen, but around this bunch it is usually all drama. Ross and Rachel broke up, Ross and Rachel are angry at each other, "We were on a break," I mean come on. Ross cheated on Rachel, whether they were on a break or not he shouldn't have slept with another woman.

That is all I ever hear around these people. I seriously think I need to find friends my own age and never come to some sort of get together without them.

Dr. Burke walked in and mumbled some apologies before leaving, and then Monica walked in and sat on the couch.

"It was weird," she said to herself as she leaned back. Still out of the loop, I walked over to Uncle Chandler's box and sat down next to it. At least he couldn't stop me from talking or interrupt me.

"Hey," I said, "how ya doing? Hopefully still alive. I guess that I will talk to you since you have no choice but to listen."

I smiled at myself. This could be a lot of fun.

"I am so bored, like out of my mind bored. I thought that this was supposed to be a time where the family got closer, and I was looking forward to meeting my other relatives, but no. Father has to go and arrange this little shindig and bring me where I have absolutely no one to talk to and nothing to contribute. Monica actually shooed me out of the kitchen earlier when I asked to help. I am sixteen years old people, treat me like it."

I was really getting into my rant and not listening to anyone else. The other adults were sitting around and talking about random things and watching the television.

"I can't believe that they are watching television when they are living a real life drama. I am just waiting for some sort of a fistfight to happen. The parade was nice today though."

I smiled to myself. I had caught my dear Uncle Chandler watching the parade earlier when none of the other guys were around. It was cute…and a little scary.

There was a knock at the door that threw me out of my thoughts. Dad opened it and there was the woman who was doing this to Uncle Chandler, Kathy.

For some strange reason seeing her made me angry, but I wasn't sure why. Probably because of what she did behind my father's back, although he was cheating on her so she should be justified, but…that is getting way too complicated.

Kathy walked over and took the seat I vacated.

Everyone walked into the kitchen and just watched the scene unfold. It was sad, and there was nothing Uncle Chandler could do about it.

Basically she said that she didn't want to come between two friends and that she was leaving him. It was a real tearjerker.

I looked up at my father and could almost see tears in his eyes. He was moved by how much Uncle Chandler actually cared for him that he wouldn't say anything while the woman he loved was telling him that she was leaving him.

Kathy left and Uncle Chandler waved good-bye with one finger. It was the undoing for my father. He let him out of the box and told him to go after her.

It was a bittersweet reunion, but I couldn't see it because of all the others in my way. I turned my gaze elsewhere and caught a glimpse of something I hoped I would never see.

Some ugly naked guy across the way was sitting in a chair hanging out and drinking a beer. That guy really needs to buy curtains…or clothes.

Now I am sitting here on my little sofa bed listening to my father snore in the other room and Uncle Chandler breathe softly.

If I had a choice, I would marry someone like Uncle Chandler simply because of the soft breathing. I wonder if I snore? I hope not.

It's getting late and I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. With Uncle Chandler dating Kathy and Dad sleeping in, I don't know.

Sarah Tribbiani