"Oh...my...God," thought Monica. "I think that is the sweetest hunk of eye candy I've ever set my eyes on!" She had caught sight of a young man with brown hair and blue eyes; at least they were blue from where Monica was. Then Monica caught sight of a tall-ish blonde woman standing near him and chatting amiably.
"Who is she? She's stealing my man!"Monica thought. She walked up straight to the pair.
"Oh Phoebe, you're so funny as always!" The girl laughed.
"Hello! My name's Monica, and I couldn't help noticing you'd dropped your wallet?" The girl gave Monica an odd look.
"Excuse me , couldn't you see that Derek and I were having a conversation?" Monica smiled sweetly.
"Well, pardon me for being a good citizen then." Phoebe raised her eyebrows.
"Huh, well, pardon me for trying to enforce good manners in this society, which by the way, is slowly breaking down!" Derek placed a hand on Phoebe's arm.
"Calm down Pheebs, it's nothing. Oh, and thank you Monica for returning my wallet to me, it's very kind." Monica shrugged.
"Hey, maybe you should tell your friend to have some manners like me!"Monica said naughtily, which really set Phoebe off.
"Vous maudissent, sorciére!" she yelled angrily. "This, by the way, is French for ' Curse you witch'!" Monica gasped angrily and spluttered furiously.
"Ahem, well at least I don't need to speak French to get my point across!" Phoebe raised her eyebrows and looked at Monica questioningly.
"No offense, but that is probably THE worst comeback EVER," snorted Phoebe. Derek stepped in.
"Ladies, let's be calm now. We don't want to cause a scene!" They pushed him away.
"Don't get into this Derek!" they shouted in unison. Monica snorted.
"Phoebe, why are we fighting? Oh yes, because you're an annoying French speaking banshee with a shriek voice!" Phoebe snorted louder.
"Hey, I don't know what the hell I'm doing having a conversation with an irritating, impolite, whiny voiced...woman, who can't even...do an argument !" Monica laughed hopelessly.
"Oh come on, at least let me talk to Derek. I NEED a boyfriend!" There was silence. Phoebe spoke.
"You want to ask Derek out? I'm afraid that'll be a bit hard to do..." Monica threw her hands up.
"Why? Let me guess, you're his girlfriend?" Phoebe shook her head as Derek walked forward.
"No Monica. You see...I'm gay. Phoebe's just my friend." The two nodded. Monica felt as if she had been crushed under the Grand Canyon AND the Empire State Building.
"I'm sorry, to the both of you." Phoebe and Derek smiled.
"Hey Monica, do you have a place where I could crash for a while?" asked Phoebe. Monica looked at her shocked.
"I'm actually a nice person, when I'm not angry or upset, that is." To her surprise, Monica found herself smiling and nodding.
"Yeah, an apartment in Greenwich Village!" Phoebe clapped her hands in delight and handed her a glass of champagne, and one to Derek also.
" A toast to Phoebe and Monica," started Derek. " New friends and now roommates!"
This toast signalled the beginning of Monica and Phoebe's friendship. Their journeys in life, and the friends they made...I guess you know it, don't you?