Disclaimer: I don't own friends, nor do I claim too. This story takes place in The one with the proposal. Kind of like a 'what if' sort of thing. Like what if Monica thought that Chandler really didn't want to get married, so she got back with Richard.
Warning: Mentions or attempt of self harm or suicide. Read at your own risk!
"If you don't want to get married, then what are we doing here? Are we just wasting our time?" Monica had yelled in the restaurant. She angrily stood up, and stormed out the door.
Chandler quickly sat up, panting. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, it was 5:00 in the morning. He was vaguely aware that he was the only one in the apartment, and figured Joey must have spent the night with his date. He stood up slowly, then walked towards the bathroom. He turned the water on, then splashed it on his face. He walked slowly back to his room, then glanced at the ring that he had planned on giving to Monica, but she had actually thought that he didn't want to get married. He took a deep breath, then leaned back on the bed.
He must have drifted back to sleep, because when he woke up again it was 9:00 that same morning. He groaned, getting slowly out of bed. He didn't bother changing out of his sweatpants, as he walked over to his barcalounger and sat down in it. He heard a knock, but didn't bother getting up to see who was at the door.
The door swung open, and Ross stormed in. "You! You hurt my sister!"
Chandler sighed. "I know it," he said, slowly getting up. "Look, I'm sorry. I actually didn't mean to hurt her. But if you want to hit me, go ahead, because I deserve it."
Ross walked over to him until he was just inches away. "I'll make you think you're sorry," he said, then shoved him backwards. "Hurting my sister is unforgivable!" He shoved him again.
Joey and Rachel had walked in then. "Ross, stop!" Joey quickly got between them. "Look, he's sorry."
Rachel just watched. Monica was her best friend, and she got hurt. She agreed with Ross on this, but she didn't say anything, just silently watched.
Ross crossed his arms. "She's better off with Richard anyways. She told me that he actually wanted to marry her. At least he's not afraid of commitment." He said harshly.
Chandler just stood there, staring at the floor. Ross was right. She was better off.
Phoebe came in then, somehow knowing that they would all be here. "Ross stop. He's your friend!" She spoke up, walking over to stand beside Joey, while Rachel walked over to stand beside Ross.
"Well, Monica is my friend." She spoke up. "And Chandler threw that away because why? He's afraid of marriage! Come on Ross, lets go see when Monica and Richard think they will get married." She stormed off.
Ross glared at Chandler once more. "There won't always be someone around to save you!" He stormed off after Rachel.
Chandler watched them leave, then sat back down in the barcalounger. He rested his head in his hands.
Phoebe knelt down beside him. "Chandler, don't listen to them." She whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Monica was in her apartment with Ross, Rachel, and Richard. "I can't believe this!" She said. "Why didn't he want to marry me? Am I really that bad?" She asked shaking her head as if to answer her own question. "Well, anyways. I just need to forget about him." She glanced at Richard, and smiled. "So you said you would marry me?"
Richard nodded. "You know I will. In a heartbeat." He leaned over and kissed her cheek.
Ross glanced towards the door, expecting the other three to walk in. He would probably kill Chandler if he was to walk in right now. He glanced back to Monica. "You don't need him anyways," he whispered. "You were too good for him."
Rachel nodded in agreement.
Monica smiled. "Thanks guys. Just for being here for me."
It had been a few days later. Chandler had refused to leave the apartment even for a little bit. He was still sitting in his barcalounger. He leaned back to get comfortable. Thoughts of Monica flashed in his mind. He shook his head as if to clear them, but when that didn't work, he slowly got up and headed for the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet. He needed a permanent solution for his thoughts of her. He grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills, sitting down in the floor. He twisted the cap off, then poured several pills into his hand.
She's better off with Richard anyways, Ross's words drifted back into his mind. Better off.. everyone would be better off.. he thought to himself. He glanced at the pills in his hand. Then swallowing nervously, he quickly put the pills in his mouth.
Monica had turned to alcohol to help her. She was holding the glass of scotch on the rocks with a twist, and took a sip. Richard had been drinking beside her, but he was only on his first glass, while she was on her fifth.
"Hey, slow down." Richard told her.
Monica took another drink. "No, the drunker I am, the less I feel." She said, taking drink after drink.
Richard sighed, but remained silent as he finished his drink. "Bartender!" He called. "Can I get the check?"
Rachel was pacing around the apartment. "Monica hasn't been acting herself, since you know.." She said, sitting on the couch next to him.
Ross nodded. "I know. I think she will need help." He clenched his fist. "I am going to punch Chandler for what he did to her!" He stood up to pace like she had been doing moments before.
Joey walked into the apartment with Phoebe following him. "I just want to check on him before we go," he said. He first went to Chandler's room, but he wasn't there. He took a deep breath, then went to search the rest of the apartment. When he got into the bathroom, he froze in the doorway. "Chandler?" He hurried towards him, the bottle of sleeping pills laid next to him with the remaining pills scattered. He quickly checked for a pulse. "Pheebs! We need an ambulance!"
Author's Note: I know my friends fanficts normally revolve around Joey, but I really wanted to write one about Chandler. So I hope you enjoyed! Oh, and please review, follow, favorite, or all three. Toodles!
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