I don't own Friends.

Okay, I don't know exactly when Ross and Emily got married, but I made up a date all on my own. If anyone knows the correct date, please let me know. Enjoy!

Sorry so short though. Have a nice day.

February20

Dear Diary,

Life is swell…okay, not really. I miss Chandler. I miss my father. I miss everything about New York.

The only good part is knowing that with me away, it gives Chandler a chance to find someone new and move on with his life. He deserves to be happy.

Why couldn't he be happy with me?

I'm making lots of new friends at my new school. At least here no one looks at me like I'm a freak, especially since I don't have to worry about Dad showing up during English class with my lunch and then hitting on my teacher while I'm trying to learn about Shakespeare.

I have a few new friends now, even a guy friend who likes me. His name is Jonathan and he reminds me of Chandler in so many ways, but I don't want anyone buy Chandler.

I know that I'm obsessing, but I just can't change how I feel.

I got a letter today. Turns out that Ross and Emily are getting married. This can only spell disaster. It is obvious that both Ross and Rachel still have feelings for each other and this whole marriage thing is a bad idea.

It may just be me, but I'm sure that something bad is going to happen at this wedding.

Aunt Karen seems a little depressed herself, but she still smiles a lot. I wonder what's wrong with her, but I don't think I really want to know. Personally, I think she misses fighting with my father. They always had the most interesting fights.

I miss my father too, but I'll get to see him at the wedding. He is one of the best men at the wedding, since Ross couldn't decide between him and Chandler.

I would say more, but Jonathan is here now waiting to study for the upcoming science test. I really need to go.

Maybe I'll invite him to go with me to the wedding. I'm sure he wouldn't want to miss this action. Besides…it's in England and I've always wanted to go there.

And just maybe Chandler will be jealous.

Sarah Tribbiani