The gang and I were all sat around in Central doing our own thing as we chilled out from the long day at work. Ross started making a tune and soon enough the rest of us followed. We got a few looks but didn't care as we actually sounded good. We finish on the same note before going back to what we were doing, smiles on our faces.
Ross goes to start it back up again but we all quickly stop him. "No where done with that." I smile at Chandler before going back to the book I was currently reading. Ma had sent it to me and it was called The Ice man: Confessions of a Mafia contract killer by Phillip Carlo.
After we all left Central we ended up back at Monica's since she needed help making lasagnes for her Aunt Syl. I was finishing off the washing up while Monica was on the phone with her aunt. "Stop Yelling. All I'm saying it if you had said Vegetarian lasagne, I would have made vegetarian lasagne. Well, the-the meat's only every third layer. Maybe you can scrape." I snort at that and dry my hands. I pick up three of the now cooled and wrapped lasagnes and take them over to Joey and Chandler's. I write some heating instructions on a sticky note and add it the the top of one of them and place it in the freezer while the other goes in the fridge.
I take the last one to mine and put it in my fridge as well. Now Mon just had to figure out what to do with the rest. I walk back into Mon's. "Want to give one the the maintenance guy?"
"Mr, Treeger? I don't see why not." I smile and try to commit the name to memory. I had only spoken to him a few times and it was usually nothing more then a simple 'hello' or 'good morning'.
I join the others at the couch and don't even try questioning my Joey is asking Ross about lesbians in a baby voice. I shake my head and pick up the strawberry yogurt from the table. "Can I?" I ask look to Chandler.
"Sure. I lost my apatite. Did you know some women eat the placenta?" He asks as I eat a spoonful. "Yeah. Most animals do as well. Like dogs. It's supposed to help improve the quality of the breastmilk as well as help the mother heal faster. At least that's some of the belief. Why?" I say casually as I continue eating. "Your weird."
"Awe, thanks. I think that's the sweetest thing you have ever said to me, big brother." He rolls his eyes but I see a small smile form either way. Paolo and Rach walk in not long after and I stand up to join the girls the the table. I don't know what it was but lately Paolo had been giving off a weird vibe. It wasn't there when we first met be it was now. I hadn't said anything yet since I was still trying to figure it out but I was planning an saying something to Rach tonight just to be on the safe side.
Paolo goes off to the bathroom while Rachel joins us. I sit on Phoebes lap as Rach grabs a bottle of juice from the fridge. "So, Did I hear Poconos?" Mon asks as she sits down.
"Yes, my sister's giving us her place for the weekend."
"Whoo-hoo. First weekend away together." Pheebs says as she rests her chin on my shoulder. "Yeah, that's a big step."
"I know" I take a deep breath before focusing my attention on Rach. "Rach can I speak to you?"
"Sure thing Angel" She walks out to the balcony and I follow after her. I lower the window enough that the others couldn't hear us, without locking us out.
"There's just something I 've been wanting to tell you and I'm just going to be blunt. I don't like Paolo. At first he was alright but lately he's just been giving me a weird vibe. I just wanted to let you know just encase. I don't want you getting hurt." I say quickly as I look out at the skyline before looking at her. Her arms were crossed as she gives me a thoughtful look. "What kind of feeling?"
I sigh "it's hard to explain. It's kind of like how a guy can give of 'creep' vibes but it feels a little different. I'm not really sure how to explain it." she says silent for a little while before hugging me.
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FanfictionAngelica Romano moves in next door to Monica and Rachel. What happens when she meets a certain Italian. Unedited Slow burn