Hey, guys, I'm so sorry that this is so late. It's been so long. How are you? Yearning for my new chapter? I know. Here you are. It won't be so long next time. I'm planning to get this done very soon :) I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. I didn't really know what to put for Monica and Chandler's five years later. I'm planning my next chapter now, I'll write it soon and then you'll get to read it. I am sincerely sorry for the wait, my laptop died and it had all my plans and new chapters on it and I was supposed to get it recovered and all that shiz. I just made up some new plans today and shall be updating this one more regularly. I've been very neglectful of this story and I apologise. Anyway, I digress, onto the story!
Chapter Four
'Monica and Chandler'
Five years later…
"Mon! I need help!" Joey burst through the indigo-coloured front door of Chandler's house theatrically. "Guys? Anyone home?" He searched frantically, scanning every room in hope to find someone. Chandler strolled round the corner into the hall.
"Dude. We're all in the garden. It's Jack and Erica's birthday. Remember, five, like the card I bought for you to give them." Chandler huffed sarcastically, obviously stressed from the party and all the screaming children in the back garden.
"I just need a few minutes." Joey gazed up to Chandler with his shining hazel-coloured eyes.
"Ugh. Fine, come on." Chandler trudged down the corridor and through the French doors into the vast lawn area that was cluttered with various party games like the household favourite, pin the tail on the donkey, balloons, and so much food it could feed an entire army. Typical Monica, Joey thought.
"Yes!" Joey bounded down the corridor like a young child seeking sweets. He ran up to her. "Monica. I have a very serious question for you."
"Joey, not now. I'm busy." Monica was crouched, tending a small child that had scraped her knee in the excitement. "There you are, honey. All better now." Money chirped in a sickly-sweet tone and got up to turn to Joey. "Yes?"
"Right. So, its Lydia's birthday tomorrow and I just wanted to ask, is this a good plan?"
"Shoot." Monica answered, in a nonchalant manner.
"So before she wakes up, I'm going to make her a gorgeous breakfast in bed, pancakes with sliced peach and mango. She's trying to be healthy." He laughed at the prospect of health. "Later, after we've watched the full box set of favourite show, Modern Family, I'll take her shopping so she can buy a pretty dress and whatever else she wants because she's been through so much, I love her and she deserves the world. Then we'll go to the restaurant that I've booked a table at, again, her favourite." Joey fired, rhythmically, like a machine gun.
"Wow, Joe. That's the sweetest thing I've heard come out of your mouth. You love her. How's it going anyway, with you and Lydia?" Monica questioned.
"Amazing." Joey sighed happily "She's perfect. I think… I want to spend the rest of my life with her."
"Oh Joey. You're all grown up." Monica chuckled. She gazed out to the party. "No! No! Elizabeth! Its pin the tail on the donkey, not pin the tail on Jack." She rushed over.
Monica brought out a two-tier birthday cake. One tier was smothered with blue royal icing and the other with pink. There were piped decorations on the exterior of the top of the cake, rainbow sprinkles dusted the cake with colour.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Jack and Erica! Happy Birthday to you!" Everyone chorused, harmonically. Synchronised, Erica and Jack blew out the candles.
Jack and Erica are five. They've started school. They can talk. And walk. Ross and Rachel have missed so much. Paris. Joey scoffed. Why is Paris better than America? Baguettes? No. Women? No. Well, maybe. But no! Joey sighed, a long sorrowful sigh.
"What's up?" Chandler asked.
"I miss Ross and Rachel." Joey stared at the floor. A small, discrete smirk flickered across Chandler's face for a millisecond.
"I know, man. I do too." Chandler gave Joey a firm pat on the back and walked away.
It's just not fair. Joey continued to talk to himself inside his head. Please come back. Ross and Rachel. Please.