Chapter 2

"There's a 75 chance that the bacteria will survive!" Monica Geller rolled her eyes hearing her brother, Ross, finish his boring story. "I mean, how impossible-"

"Ross I'm begging you to stop!"

"Okay, okay… fine!"

The coffee house was full at that time of day, and Monica sensed some women looking over the couch to check Ross out.

"How you are able to attract a lot of girls still is a mystery to me," she said putting down her cup, "Maybe they don't hear you talk often."

Ross shot her a look, "I'm not the geek you think I am to them."

"Then why can't you speak less about science when you're with me?"

Ross just kept looking at her coldly, "Because they don't talk to me about the right way of folding table napkins."

Monica shot him an icy cold stare.

Within seconds, their mutual 'war' was broken by a guy who sat in between them. "Are you playing a game?" he said.

"No Chandler, Monica was just showing me how to make a swan out of a paper napkin!" he sarcastically replied.

"And Ross was telling me a story about bacteria," so did she. Chandler looked at them both, sensing the anger they had for one another; he stood up and sat on the armchair by the couch, "Both seem fun. But I wouldn't want to be caught in crossfire."

Ross shifted his gaze from Monica to Chandler, "Anyway, what's up? How was your interview?"

"I'd like to say great but my natural instincts beat the hell out of me."

"What?" Monica asked.

"After the interview, I started gagging my interviewer around and apparently, he was too serious to like it. Ugh, it's my fourth interview already since graduation and all those were ruined by me."

Ross chuckled, "Dude I think you need to take a downer before your interview."

"Easy for you to say. So how are the bones in the museum? Did any dog come by to claim them?"

Ross just rolled his eyes once again.

Being the only two kids of Jack and Judy Geller, Ross and Monica never cease to get in each other's nerves. Although, they must admit, living near each other surely was a big help. Whatever they do, they still end up enjoying each other's company.

Monica was a neurotic, obsessive-compulsive cook; while her brother was a womanizing (I guess you can say that) paleontologist, believed to be a rare kind.

Together with Ross' college roommate and best friend, they formed a posse joined by the likes of two other people whom they've encountered in their life in New York City; Phoebe, an uncanny masseuse, and Joey, an aspiring actor.

"Mon, mom called me the yesterday. We have a lunch at Cold Spring on Sunday," Ross announced looking up from the paper he was reading on Monica's couch.

Monica, who just entered the apartment, threw the key on the counter, "Tomorrow?"

Ross scratched his head and checked the date on the paper. "I guess…"

"Cold Spring huh? That's a country club I haven't heard of in years."

"Apparently, mom and dad have been going there often and they think it's time for us to meet them."

"Hello children!" Chandler greeted as he entered.

"Come on Chan, just a punch?" Joey trailed behind, wearing a superman costume.

Chandler turned to him and laughed, "Dude I'm telling you, you will get hurt with that. Just because you're wearing Superman's costume, it doesn't mean you're shielded from pain!"

"It depends; this is Chandler's punch we're talking about. Maybe it will!" Monica mocked.

Ross laughed from behind and earned an evil stare from Chandler.

"Well Mon, if you think you're so great," he said, finally punching Joey at the stomach.

Joey kept silent and winced. Two seconds later, he stood up and smiled, bobbing his head, "It works!"

Monica and Ross glared at Chandler, laughing.

"Oh come on- Monica, you try it!" Chandler whined.

Monica went to Joey and punched his stomach. This time, Joey squinted in pain and kept his balance by holding the counter. "Okay that hurt!" She smiled proud at Chandler, while he just rolled his eyes.

"I've got a gig tomorrow," Phoebe entered the scene.

"Hey Phoebes!" Joey looked behind.

"Wow, nice touch, tough man! Have you spotted any kryptonite yet?"

Joey smirked.

"Where's your gig Phoebes?" Monica asked while fixing a glass of orange juice.

Phoebe sat on the couch beside Ross, "I'm finally singing in Central Perk!"

"Aw Phoebes!" Ross hugged his giddy friend, "What time will it be?"

"Around noon?"

"We have a lunch at a country club," Monica unhappily told her.

Phoebe frowned, "Fine! Go have lunch with snotty rich people and ignore my music!"

"Phoebes, we'd really like to go but our parents requested us over." Ross explained.

"Okay people," Chandler yelled, "and Superman," looking at Joey, "off we go to the coffeehouse!"

All agreed and left for Central Perk.

Edited after a year. Feel free to review with your comments and suggestions :) They help me... A LOT:)