Disclaimer: Same old song and dance. I do not own these characters. (
Guys, I'm very sorry it has taken me so long to update. I do intend to finish this story but I procrastinate a lot on top of having a lot of schoolwork and having to work a lot. Here is the next chapter. I promise - next chapter is coming soon!! Please R&R.
FEAR Chapter 4 - The Visit
Before long, the entire gang had arrived at Monica and Chandler's apartment to help them clean it up. After making sure everyone knew what was going on, Monica made it clear that she didn't want to spend the whole day discussing it. "After all. . . it's probably nothing. . . Just some psycho trying to scare us," she said, forcing a smile.
Everyone agreed. For awhile, they cleaned while joking around and trying to act like everything was normal. Monica scrounged around and was unable to find enough food that had been spared by the intruder to make lunch, so she ordered Chinese take-out. Phoebe performed several new songs for them, and then said excitedly, "I have news!"
"What? What?" Everyone wanted to know.
"Mike asked me to marry him last night!" she shrieked, holding out her left hand where a diamond ring glittered on it. The gang gasped and crowded around her.
"Details!" Rachel demanded. "We need details, Pheebs! How did it happen? Where did he ask? When did he ask? How may carats is that? It looks like at least 2!!"
"Well, it's the usual romantic atmosphere . . . he picked me up from my apartment, and gave me a dozen red roses. . ."
"Awww!" Monica and Rachel chorused.
"And we went to the Rainbow Room . . ."
"Okay, Pheebs, you just crossed the line of 'usual, ordinary' into 'ridiculously expensive'," Chandler informed Phoebe.
Phoebe giggled. "Well, after we finished dinner and we were drinking a glass of wine. . . he told me how much he loved me, and how glad he was that he didn't lose me, and what an idiot he was to have almost done so. And then he took out the ring and asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes, and. . . now we're engaged! YAY!"
Everyone took turns hugging Phoebe and congratulating her. "I hope you're as happy as Monica and I are," Chandler told her sincerely.
"Me too," Pheebs agreed.
"Well, this is a cause for celebration," Monica said. "I refuse to sit around here all day when you have this fantastic news, Phoebe, just because some psycho is trying to scare me. I say you call Mike, and while we wait on him we'll have coffee at Central Perk. and then we'll all go out to a celebratory dinner."
"Are you sure, Mon?" Ross asked. "We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to."
"But I do want to!" Monica protested. "I don't want to be scared into staying here for the rest of my life! Life is for living!"
Everyone agreed, and as they were gathering up their things to go, Chandler took Monica aside and quietly said, "I have a few things to do, for work, so I'm going to take care of them first. I'll be down there by the time Mike gets there though; it'll probably take him at least half an hour to get here."
"I can wait for you," Monica started to protest, but Chandler shook his head. "Go on. . .you deserve some fun. . . and I'll be down in a little while."
Monica grudgingly agreed, and they all left except Chandler. Not five minutes later, the intercom buzzed. "Yes?" he said into it.
He listened to the response and frowned. "Well, I certainly didn't expect to hear from you. . . come on up, and we can talk." He buzzed the guest in.
About 45 minutes later, Mike had arrived at Central Perk and everyone was still waiting for Chandler. Monica had been having such a good time she hadn't realized how much time had passed. When she looked at her watch, her chest tightened with worry and fear. "I better go check on Chandler, see what's taking him so long. . .he probably just got caught up in his work." She laughed nervously.
"I'll go with you," Ross said, and they walked up to the apartment together.
When they arrived, Monica took a deep breath and opened the door.
She screamed and Ross gasped.
The apartment was wrecked again. . . only this time it looked like a major struggle had gone on, and the mess was mainly in the kitchen area.
In the middle of the tile was a large pool of blood.
Monica fainted.
More soon. . . I promise!!!
Guys, I'm very sorry it has taken me so long to update. I do intend to finish this story but I procrastinate a lot on top of having a lot of schoolwork and having to work a lot. Here is the next chapter. I promise - next chapter is coming soon!! Please R&R.
FEAR Chapter 4 - The Visit
Before long, the entire gang had arrived at Monica and Chandler's apartment to help them clean it up. After making sure everyone knew what was going on, Monica made it clear that she didn't want to spend the whole day discussing it. "After all. . . it's probably nothing. . . Just some psycho trying to scare us," she said, forcing a smile.
Everyone agreed. For awhile, they cleaned while joking around and trying to act like everything was normal. Monica scrounged around and was unable to find enough food that had been spared by the intruder to make lunch, so she ordered Chinese take-out. Phoebe performed several new songs for them, and then said excitedly, "I have news!"
"What? What?" Everyone wanted to know.
"Mike asked me to marry him last night!" she shrieked, holding out her left hand where a diamond ring glittered on it. The gang gasped and crowded around her.
"Details!" Rachel demanded. "We need details, Pheebs! How did it happen? Where did he ask? When did he ask? How may carats is that? It looks like at least 2!!"
"Well, it's the usual romantic atmosphere . . . he picked me up from my apartment, and gave me a dozen red roses. . ."
"Awww!" Monica and Rachel chorused.
"And we went to the Rainbow Room . . ."
"Okay, Pheebs, you just crossed the line of 'usual, ordinary' into 'ridiculously expensive'," Chandler informed Phoebe.
Phoebe giggled. "Well, after we finished dinner and we were drinking a glass of wine. . . he told me how much he loved me, and how glad he was that he didn't lose me, and what an idiot he was to have almost done so. And then he took out the ring and asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes, and. . . now we're engaged! YAY!"
Everyone took turns hugging Phoebe and congratulating her. "I hope you're as happy as Monica and I are," Chandler told her sincerely.
"Me too," Pheebs agreed.
"Well, this is a cause for celebration," Monica said. "I refuse to sit around here all day when you have this fantastic news, Phoebe, just because some psycho is trying to scare me. I say you call Mike, and while we wait on him we'll have coffee at Central Perk. and then we'll all go out to a celebratory dinner."
"Are you sure, Mon?" Ross asked. "We don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to."
"But I do want to!" Monica protested. "I don't want to be scared into staying here for the rest of my life! Life is for living!"
Everyone agreed, and as they were gathering up their things to go, Chandler took Monica aside and quietly said, "I have a few things to do, for work, so I'm going to take care of them first. I'll be down there by the time Mike gets there though; it'll probably take him at least half an hour to get here."
"I can wait for you," Monica started to protest, but Chandler shook his head. "Go on. . .you deserve some fun. . . and I'll be down in a little while."
Monica grudgingly agreed, and they all left except Chandler. Not five minutes later, the intercom buzzed. "Yes?" he said into it.
He listened to the response and frowned. "Well, I certainly didn't expect to hear from you. . . come on up, and we can talk." He buzzed the guest in.
About 45 minutes later, Mike had arrived at Central Perk and everyone was still waiting for Chandler. Monica had been having such a good time she hadn't realized how much time had passed. When she looked at her watch, her chest tightened with worry and fear. "I better go check on Chandler, see what's taking him so long. . .he probably just got caught up in his work." She laughed nervously.
"I'll go with you," Ross said, and they walked up to the apartment together.
When they arrived, Monica took a deep breath and opened the door.
She screamed and Ross gasped.
The apartment was wrecked again. . . only this time it looked like a major struggle had gone on, and the mess was mainly in the kitchen area.
In the middle of the tile was a large pool of blood.
Monica fainted.
More soon. . . I promise!!!