Hey, look, I have a new story!

I know, it's crazy. I already have, like, sixteen thousand uncompleted stories, but all my others stories are just so . . .

They're just . . .

Well, they suck.

For once, I would like to write a story that does not . . . suck. Who knows, maybe this one will suck just as much as my others, but I have a good feeling about this story.

Basically, this story observes how a seventh addition to the group of Friends would affect the way all their lives pan out. The only difference in the beginning is that the coffeehouse, Central Perk, was never once a bar like it was on the show.

Note: This story is not a self-insert story. The narrator of this story, Anna, is an original character (OC), and she may have some things in common with me, but she is not me. She is Anna; I am . . . Blunz?

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 1 - I See Them

I see them, but they can't see me.

Who am I? The quiet kid; the nerd; the wallflower. Nobody important, really. I'm just some ordinary woman in a coffee shop. They're the important ones.

Why else would they speak so loudly while everybody else talks in hushed voices? Why else would they sit on the couch in the very center of the coffeehouse? It's like this is all a show, and they're the stars.

Yet, somehow, I can't bother to be mad at them. For some reason—some strange, illogical reason—I've always wondered; wondered if there was any way that I could join them—become the seventh friend. But . . . no, it could never happen. I may know all their names, first and last, but they probably don't even know that I exist.

I started coming to this coffee shop, Central Perk, a few years ago, just after graduating from college. I really liked the place. It had a homey feel, like I was drinking coffee in my own living room—except, in my own living room, I'm always alone.

But I'm alone here, too, aren't I? The most talking I do besides in my head are a few exchanged words between me and the white-haired guy who gives me my coffee every day. It doesn't matter how many people I surround myself with; I will always be alone.

Anyway, I'm getting a bit off topic. So, I started coming to this coffee shop every day. I don't even like coffee; I just liked the atmosphere. I found it good for working. Studies have found that coffee shop sounds stimulate focus. And then, one day, these four people came in, and they squeezed into that big comfy couch in the middle of the room, taking up the entire space because of how large their group was. They seemed to like the place, and they started coming here every day—just like me, except they were not alone.

And, boy, were they loud. Over time, I was easily able to pick up on their names and personalities:

Monica, the obsessive cleaner.

Phoebe, the quirky one.

Ross, the nerd.

Chandler, the funny guy.

And this is how I defined them, as if people are so easily definable—but I could easily use any of those four descriptions to define myself. Well, maybe not the funny one, but I try.

One day, when they entered the coffee shop, there was another person with them. He had jet-black hair, and his name was Joey. That was when I started picking up on the relationships between these five people. Monica and Phoebe were roommates, as well as Chandler and Joey. Chandler and Ross had been college roommates, and Monica and Ross were siblings. Other than that, they were all just friends. Until Rachel showed up, a few months later.

The original four friends had been going to the coffee shop for about five months at that point, Joey for about three. And then, about a month ago, their group gained yet another member.

The day had started off fairly normal. Chandler had told this funny story to Phoebe, Joey, and Monica about an amusing dream of his. And then Ross came into the shop, telling his friends and sister about how his wife had moved out. Apparently, she was a lesbian and had found someone else. And I realized that this guy was more than just a nerdy science-lover. And I realized that these seemingly happy-go-lucky friends did not lead perfect lives, as it had seemed not five minutes before.

But not five minutes later did things get plain weird.

A woman wearing a soaked white dress ran in, immediately heading toward the counter where I was sitting. She stood right next to me as she gave a worker at the counter a perfect description of Monica. Then, Monica went over to her, and they started talking and catching up, and they were so close to me, it made me nervous and claustrophobic.

They eventually moved back over toward the couch area, where they continued to catch up. Apparently, what had happened was that the woman, Rachel, had left some guy at the altar because he looked like a potato—or something like that—and apparently she wanted to have sex with a gravy boat? I don't know; maybe I wasn't hearing correctly.

Anyway, it eventually became excruciatingly obvious that Ross had a crush on this mess of a woman, yet she never seemed to notice. Oh, and Ross also later found out that his lesbian ex-wife was pregnant, so that's interesting.

And every day, I would come here to this coffee shop and listen in on their conversations. They're having one right now, except the conversation is mostly Chandler and Ross making fun of Joey because he's going to be playing as a butt-double for some guy in an upcoming movie.

I get engrossed in their conversation, forgetting to hide the fact that I'm watching them. My elbow sits on the counter with my chin resting in my hand as I watch and listen.

Ross begins to make some stupid joke: "So you gonna invite us all to the big open—" He stops mid-sentence, staring right in my direction. He turns to the others and whispers, not very quietly, "I think that woman is watching us."

The other chapters will most likely be a little longer. Sorry if the updates come slowly; I don't get much writing time in a day.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed!