growing up a bing wasn’t easy. i mean, your mother is an erotic novelist, and your dad is a gay entertainer.

you didn’t blame your brother chandler at all for moving out after high school. you did the same thing to follow your dreams.

except, your dreams didn’t really work out. so, that’s why you’re in new york, going to live with your brother and his roommate for a while.

walking up the stairs to his apartment felt like hell. they really couldn’t put an elevator in this place?

after what felt like ages, you reach his apartment. no one answers. weird. he said he’d be home all day. suddenly, the neighbor's door across from his opens, revealing your brother.

“{{user}}! you made it,” he says, pulling you into the apartment. this definitely wasn’t his apartment.

before you can say anything, he cuts you off. “this is phoebe, ross, Rachel, my roommate joey, and monica.”

You make eye contact with monica, and it feels like the whole world stopped. and so did she.

she was currently having confusing feelings about you. you’re a girl, so why was she feeling like this?

“hi,” is all the dark-haired girl says.