Competition | Monica Geller

Chapter Seven

A/N: trigger warnings for Monica in the past, ie her weight issues. it's not graphic at all but might make some readers uncomfy.

i also went back and edited all the previous chapters (mostly spelling) but i think i'm gonna continue tweaking the plot until i'm more happy with it. so keep an eye out.

this is an unedited chapter so yeah

I don't know where I am going, that's the only thing I do know. I'm in New York City, dressed in fine clothing, tears streaking my face, and no form of protection. If this was a movie, I would be screaming at the screen because this the stupidest thing a person could do.

Yet, my body won't stop moving, my heals are clicking on the concrete with each haggard step. My pace has fallen from the quickest sprint I can manage to a jog, now I'm barely shuffle forward. I've taken turns until I became familiar with my surroundings, and now I'm letting my body navigate where it needs to go.

This is how I end up at Phoebe's apartment- miraculously alive but still bleeding from the wounds Monica left in me.

Grandma Buffet opens the door and I don't bother with pleasantries as I push through to Phoebe's bedroom. By the time I've made it to safety, I'm barely holding myself up.

"Sky? Oh my gods, what happened?" My blonde friend gets up from her bed to immediately pull me into her embrace, one hand cleansing my aura while the other rubs my back.

"She's been with Richard this whole time," I sob pathetically into her shoulder.

"Oh, Sky, I'm so sorry."

She pulls me in tighter, maneuvering us to her bed so we can sprawl more comfortably. The candles, bongs, and incense that she is always using leaves a cloak of smoke in her room that never settles. It's never been quiet so comforting as now, with my lungs emptying themselves of the street and betrayal. Even the tapestries on her walls and ceiling have never been so warm and inviting as this moment.

We don't talk for a long time, my tears dry to my cheeks but they stop falling so I take the win.

"She lied Pheebs. She told me I was the one, she said she wanted a family with me, then she-" I sit up straight, the sudden movement startling my friend. "She fucking lied!"

I start pacing in the small empty space of her room. Her head follows my movements and she doesn't say a word, just listening.

"I can't believe her! After all we've been through! It's been months Phoebe! I fucking trusted her!"

My anger is boiling over, cleaning my wounds and giving my armor from the pain. I even find myself turning on my companion.

"Did you know?! I swear to God, if you knew-"

"Wow! Of course I didn't know, I wouldn't do that to you, Sky!"

I deflate for a second. "Right, sorry. It's just... I'm so mad Phoebe. I thought she had changed but..."

"You have the right to be mad. Hell, you should be mad! But just don't turn it on me." Her voice is so gentle, pressing against my skin and heart like aloe on a sunburn. It cools my anger to a low simmer.

"I won't, sorry."

"Tell me everything."

And I know she didn't mean 'everything' literally, but I can't help be rehash every single moment of my history with Monica:

Out first real conversation was junior year of high school, but I had a crush on her for years. Her self-esteem... it was bad. She couldn't deal with her parents favoritism and remain positive.