"Thank you for the food, Mrs. Wheeler! Mrs. Bing!" Lucas called as he hopped onto his bike.
Will and Dustin echoed him, and the three of them pedaled off toward home.
Mike, Karen, Monica, Chandler, and Evan stayed outside, waving until the boys disappeared around the corner.
When they were gone, Mike turned to Evan.
"See you tomorrow. School," he said, with all the enthusiasm of someone announcing a dentist appointment.
"Tomorrow… school," Evan sighed, trudging toward his parents.
"Bye, Karen," Monica said warmly.
"Bye, Monica," Karen replied.
"Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Bing!" Mike added.
"Bye!" Chandler called, giving a friendly wave as he led his family across the street. "All right, troops, let's retreat to base."
Chandler unlocked the front door and stepped inside, Monica and Evan close behind. The moment the door clicked shut, the key slipped out of Chandler's fingers, floated gently into the air, and hooked itself neatly onto the key holder.
Monica raised an impressed eyebrow.
"Honey… you're getting really good at that."
Evan stared, eyes wide. It still shocked him every time.
Chandler shook his head modestly and closed his eyes for a beat. "Well… you know. I like to keep my hands free for jazz."
🂥 12 years ago 🂥
I opened my eyes.
Or… tried to. Everything was blurry and glowing, like someone had wrapped me in warm sunlight. The glow faded, replaced by a cool breeze and a soft towel brushing over my skin.
Someone lifted me—tiny, weightless me—and handed me to someone else. My vision sharpened, and my brain short-circuited.
The man holding me looked like Matthew Perry. Not "sort of." Not "a little." Exactly Matthew Perry.
Oh. I was tiny. I was a baby.
That… explains a lot.
He kissed my forehead, eyes wet with tears. "You are one beautiful baby with ugly things on him."
That was… extremely Chandler-coded.
He carried me toward a woman lying in bed, exhausted but radiant.
She looked exactly like Courteney Cox.
She reached out, smiling tiredly. "I'm going to love you so much that no woman will ever be good enough for you."
I stared between them, my mind spiraling.
Holy crap. I was born to Chandler and Monica.
🂦
Meanwhile, Dustin, Will, and Lucas were cycling home, chatting as they rode. Lucas peeled off toward his house with a wave.
Dustin leaned toward Will.
"Race you! Winner gets any comic from the loser's stash."
"Any comic?" Will echoed.
"Any comic," Dustin confirmed.
Will didn't waste another heartbeat—he shot down the street like he'd been fired out of a cannon. Dustin yelped and pedaled furiously after him.
Behind them, the streetlights flickered wildly.
None of them noticed.
🂧 Evan POV 🂧
As soon as I reached my room, I took a quick shower—because if I dared skip it, Mom would drag me back in herself. Then I pulled on my sleepwear and climbed into bed, ready to let my brain shut down for the night.
KNOCK KNOCK.
I sighed. I already knew who it was.
"Who is it?"
"Late-night parental care service!" Dad chimed.
"What did I say about making parental jokes?" Mom scolded, beating me to it.
"That they might set a bad example for Evan," Dad replied, sounding deeply wronged.
"You can come in," I called. Honestly, I'd hit my limit of their comedy routine for the day.
They walked in together.
"Hey, buddy," Dad said, spotting me sitting up. "Getting ready to sleep?"
"No," I deadpanned. "I'm training for a marathon."
Dad smirked. "Not quite at my level, but you're getting there."
Mom sat on the edge of the bed.
"Sweetie, did you have fun today? I told your dad the boys might tease you for bringing him as the Dungeon Master. I said it was a bad idea."
Dad clutched his chest in dramatic offense.
Before he could argue, I cut in.
"Why would they make fun of me? They're probably jealous their dads aren't the Dungeon Master."
Both of them paused, trading a look that was equal parts worry and relief.
Dad shifted, his voice softening.
"Hey… if you ever feel embarrassed by me, you can tell me, okay? I can handle it."
I met his eyes, serious.
"Dad, I'd never be embarrassed by you. You're the best dad anyone could have."
That hit him. Hard.
He swallowed, blinking rapidly.
AHEM.
Mom cleared her throat loudly.
"Yes, Mom," I sighed. "You are also the best mom."
She beamed like she'd just won a gold medal.
Dad ruffled my hair. "We love you, Evan."
"I love you too," I said.
I meant it. I was lucky.
Happy.
And like Dad always says…
Really, what more could go wrong?
🂨
Will pedaled hard along the stretch the boys proudly called Mirkwood. The cool night air bit at his cheeks, and his wheels hummed beneath him—until a shape suddenly stepped into the road.
He yanked the handlebars on reflex. The bike skidded, bucked, and hurled him straight into the shadowy trees off the path.
Will groaned, pushing himself up from the dirt. He turned toward the road, ready to yell—and froze.
His face drained of color. Whatever stood there wasn't something he could explain. It wasn't something he wanted to explain.
He abandoned the fallen bike without a second thought and sprinted into the dark, tearing toward home with pure terror driving every step.
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Hey, Kids, it's me again. So is it good?
If it is write some reviews, comments, paragraphs comments and some power stones.
If it is not, then say where I could improve, and still give me the stones
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Number of Chapters in P@treon: 4
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