Coffee House

The sign on the door said, under new management. Monica had read about Gunther’s passing in the paper but didn’t know who was going to run the old hangout spot. She had herd Terry was just going to close Central Perk.

It was the first time they were all going be in the same room in six years. What a night that was. Seeing Joey receive his, Oscar, for best supporting actor made her proud. She figured she wasn’t alone in the feeling. When Joey called and invited her and Chandler to a reunion, Monica couldn’t contain her excitement. Joey must be filming a movie in town.

Monica stepped past Chandler, as he held the door, and into the coffee house. Before she could get her jacket off, Joey wrapped his arms around her lifting her off the ground. Joey embraced Chandler before hanging their coats up.

“You remember Pete?” Joey pointed behind the counter, “Him and his wife run the place,”

Pete Becker and his wife, Coco, were the new owners of Central Perk. Monica was glad to hear Pete found someone. She always felt a little guilty for breaking up with him the way she did. But she couldn’t watch him take the physical punishment he did trying to become the Ultimate Fighting Champion, which Pete never accomplished.

Ross and Rachel came in a few minutes later followed by Pheobe and Mike. Ross is the Museum Curator, and still finds time to teach a few classes a week. Rachel has her own fashion shop not far from their house is Scarsdale.

Pheobe and Mike started their family in 2006, and moved up to Danbury, Connecticut. Pheobe is a stay-at-home mom while Mike is a pianist with the New Haven Symphony Orchestra. Their youngest, Mike Jr., is a freshman in high school.

Joey got his friends attention, “I called you here cause, well,” he smiled. “I wanted to see everyone. And to say I just moved back, and living in your apartment,” pointing between Monica and Chandler,” to star in a new soap, called Along the Hudson.”

“That’s great Joe,” Chandler said, as Monica hugged him.

“One more thing,” a woman joined Joey. “This is Susan Walters,” he put his arm around her shoulders. “Her son, Bobby, and her moved back with me. We’re getting married.”

Pete brought over a bottle of champaign and eight glasses to get the engagement party going.

Published by authorjturley

R James started writing bad poetry in his mid-30's. While taking a couple writing courses he wrote short stories with interesting characters. R James has been published in, Creepies 2: Things that go Bump in the Closet, Deviant Shadows: Tales of the Parabnormal, among others. R James got sick of the northern winters, and writes from the sunshine state, where the sun sets into the Gulf of Mexico.

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