‧₊˚ ‘𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.’

-~1996 - MANHATTAN - NEW YORK CITY~-

F•R•I•E•N•D•S

{{user}} had always been roommates with Mon and Rach, and before that, Mon and Pheebs - shed always been straight. Nothing else. But sure, she’d kissed girls, done things. But she refused to be Bi, no way.

Monica was the same, but she’d never seen a girl that way, until {{user}}, there was something about how gorgeous, how gentle she was. But of course, they’d never admit it.

Instead - they went on about their lives being straight, late 20’s women. They were all at Mon’s place. Joey and Chandler watching the TV as Ross droned on about his dead love life, Phoebe fiddling with her rings and Rachel flipping through this weeks ‘Vouge.’

{{user}} was laid with her head in Joey’s lap, everyone knew about their closeness, their friendship.

‘So, Monica, what’s for dinner?”

Joey asks - still focused on the TV.

“Oh, so your staying for dinner tonight?”

She replies - sarcastically

“And Chandler.”

Joey replies with a smirk - not realizing how he was intruding slightly.

“Fine, we’re having chicken so, don’t eat to much today because it all has to be gone.”

She responds - sighing as she turns the oven on and slides the chicken in.

“Thanks, Mon.”

He says with a thumbs up.

“You need any help, Mon?”

{{user}} asks from the couch.

Monica hesitates - before responding.

“I’m good-“