New Friends, New Family, New Forever

George Stephanopoulos: Part 2

Sarah's POV:

Monica's making 'Tiki Death Punch' in her blender and Phoebe's arranging the board games as Rachel walks into the apartment with a solemn look.

Monica: "Hey, Rach. How was it with your friends?-*pretends to scream*-Ok, how would you like some Tiki Death Punch?"

Rachel: "What's that?"

Monica: "Well, it's rum and-"

Rachel: "Ok."

Rachel sticks a straw into the blender to drink from.

Monica: "We thought since Phoebe & Sarah were staying over tonight we'd have kinda like a slumber party thing. We got some trashy magazines, we got cookie dough, we got Twister."

The phone rings so Monica goes to answer it while Phoebe shows Rachel one of our games to play.

Phoebe: "And I brought Operation! But, um, I lost the tweezers, so we can't operate. But we can prep the guy!"

Monica: "Rach, it's the Visa card people."

Rachel: "Oh, God, ask them what they want."

Monica: *over the phone* "Could you please tell me what this is in reference to?-*to Rachel*-They say there's been some unusual activity on your account."

Rachel: "But I haven't used my card in weeks!"

Monica: "That is the unusual activity. They just wanna know if you're ok."

Rachel: "They wanna know if I'm ok. Ok, let's see. Well, let's see, the FICA guys took all my money, everyone I know is either getting married, or getting promoted, or getting pregnant, and I'm getting coffee! And it's not even for me! So if that sounds like I'm ok, then you can tell them I'm ok, ok?"

Monica: *over the phone* "Uh, Rachel has left the building. Can you call back?"

Monica ends the call as Rachel pulls out the mat for Twister.

Rachel: "Alright, come on! Let's play Twister!"

Rachel crashes onto the couch, so the rest of us try to give her a pep talk.

Monica: "You should feel great about yourself. You're doing this amazing independence thing."

Rachel: "Monica, what is so amazing? I gave up, like, everything. And for what?"

Phoebe: "You are just like Jack. From Jack and the Beanstalk. See, he gave up something, but then he got those magic beans. And then he woke up, and there was this, this big plant outside his window, full of possibilities and stuff. And he lived in a village, and you live in the Village."

Rachel: "Ok, but Pheebs, Pheebs, Jack gave up a cow, I gave up an orthodontist. Ok, I know I didn't love him-"

Phoebe: "Oh, see, Jack did love the cow."

Rachel: "But see, it was a plan. Y'know, it was clear. It was figured out, and now everything's just kinda like-"

Phoebe: "Floopy?"

Rachel: "Yeah."

Me: "So what, you're not the only one. I mean, half the time we don't know where we're going. You've just gotta figure at some point it's all gonna come together, and it's just gonna be un-floopy."

Rachel: "Ok, but what if it doesn't come together?"

Monica: "Pheebs?"

Phoebe: "Oh, well-'Cause you just-I don't like this question."

Rachel: "Ok, see, see, you guys, what if we don't get magic beans? I mean, what if all we've got are beans?"

{Time skip}

Well, that put a damper on things. Monica's in the armchair eating cookie dough, Phoebe's on the floor with a glass of punch and her hair over her face, and I'm beside Rachel on the couch.

Rachel: "I'm so sorry, you guys. I didn't mean to bring you down."

Monica: "No, you're right. I don't have a plan."

Me: "I had a plan, it just went to hell."

Then, the pizza guy knocks on our door, and Rachel goes to answer it.

Me: "What about you, Pheebs? Do you have a plan?"

Phoebe removes her hair from her face.

Phoebe: "I don't even have a pla."

Pizza Guy: "Hi. Uh, one mushroom, green pepper, and onion?"

Rachel: "No, no, that's not what we ordered. We ordered a fat-free crust with extra cheese."

Pizza Guy: "Wait, you're not 'G.Stephanopoulos'? Man, my dad's gonna kill me!"

Monica leaps out of her chair and over the couch towards the door.

Monica: "Wait! Did you say G.Stephanopoulos'?"

Pizza Guy: "Yeah. This one goes across the street, I must have given him yours."

Monica: "Wait, was this a small mediterranean guy with curiously intelligent good looks?"

Pizza Guy: "Yeah, that sounds about right?"

Monica: "Was he wearing a stunning blue suit?"

Phoebe: "And a power tie?"

Pizza Guy: "No, pretty much just a towel. So, you guys want me to take this back?"

Monica: "Are you nuts? We've got George Stephanopoulos' pizza!"

Rachel pays the pizza guy but turns to Phoebe with a look of curiosity as Monica rushes to the balcony window with binoculars.

Rachel: "Uh, Pheebs? Who's George Snuffalopagus?"

Phoebe: "Big Bird's friend."

Monica: "I see pizza!"

I roll my eyes with a smile as Phoebe rushes to take a peek as well.

Rachel: "Hello! Who are we spying on?"

Me: "With House advisor? Clinton's campaign guy?"

Monica: "The one with the great hair, sexy smile, really cute butt?"

Rachel: "Oh, him, the little guy? Oh, I love him!"

Eh, I prefer Italian guys.

Phoebe: "Oh, wait, I see a woman."

Monica: "Tell me it's his mother."

Phoebe: "Definitely not his mother. Oh, wait, she's walking across the floor. She's walking. She's walking. She's going for the pizza-*yells*-Hey, that's not for you, bitch!"

The rest of us laugh as Phoebe walks away from the window with a hand over her mouth. Well, this night just got a little better.

TO BE CONTINUED