Emerald Spirits || Chandler Bing ||

the one with the thrill

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact - that never came. I slowly opened my eyes, curious. The truck was inches from my face, but it had stopped moving. It must have noticed me! I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding and started to laugh. "That was exhilarating." I said to myself. I rushed back into the coffee shop and straight to the guys, who looked at me in confusion.
"Didn't you just leave?" Phoebe asked me, and I nodded.
"Yeah, but guess what just happened!" I replied excitedly, still a bit shaken up.
"What?"
"I just nearly got hit by a truck!" I gushed to them. Their eyes widened.
"You what?!" Monica almost screamed.
"Are you OK? Did you get hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Chandler came over to where I was stood, checking me for any injuries worriedly. I just stood there, an amused look on my face.
"I'm fine! It was actually really exciting! I got such a thrill. I wanna do it again!"
"Nope. No way. If you want a thrill, then go bungee jumping or racecar driving or something. Do not risk your life!" Chandler lectured.
"Ok, mom." I grinned, and looked at the rest of the gang to back me up. But they all agreed with Chandler! Fine, screw them.
"Vas chier." I said to them, before walking off.
"I've no idea what that means, but I've got a feeling it's not good." Was the last thing I heard before I left the shop.

~~~

"Joey?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm bored."
I was sat with Joey, eating pizza and ice cream and watching Baywatch. We did it every Tuesday night. It was kind of a tradition we'd acquired over the past few weeks.
"You're bored? Of Baywatch?" He asked, hand clutching his heart.
"No, not of Baywatch. Of my boring life. My boring job. My boring nonexistent sex life. You get me?" I said, scooping some ice cream into my mouth and looking at him for a while, as he thought.
"I guess. But aren't we all? I know I am. In fact, scrap that, I'm not. I have a great sex life and I love my job. Maybe you should speak to Ross about this." He smirked. I threw a pillow at him.
"Stop bragging! And don't be mean to poor Ross. But seriously Joe, I hate my job. And I want a boyfriend." I whined, and he looked at me.
"Why don't I set you up with somebody?" He asked. I thought for a couple of seconds.
"Ok, sure. But please don't make him be a douche. Please." I begged, pouting. He grinned and patted my head.
"I won't do, don't worry child."