Okay, this is a new fic that isn't even completed yet, so if you review,
I'll totally take your comments and try to work them into the story. But
anyway, this may be a bit confusing at first, but I beg you to just read
and tell me if I should continue. If I do continue, everything will be
explained very soon. So please REVIEW!
Dear Monica,
Okay, I know you are probably wondering who the heck this is. well, let me fill you in. My name is Alana Bing. You used to know my dad, Chandler, and my mom, Grace. Or so I'm told. See, my grandfather, who I guess you know also (my mom's dad), gave me your e-mail address, because he thinks I need somebody to talk to, who is, well, female. There's nobody in my family who is, since both grandmothers (plus my other grandfather) are dead, there's no aunts or anything, and my mom died when I was three and a half. My grandfather told me that you were my mom's best friend, probably would've been maid of honor and everything, if she and my dad hadn't eloped.
okay, so you're probably thinking my granddad's crazy, and maybe he is, since you've never met me, and you haven't talked to my dad in years. So you can just stop reading this now and not respond, if you think this is nuts. But I hope you won't, 'cause, well, I do sort of need somebody to talk to. My dad's great and all, but well...he can't really relate to being a teen...well a teen girl, anyways. My granddad said if there's anybody my mom would want me to talk to, it'd be you. So, I hope you respond to this and that we can be friends. But, otherwise, I'm sorry to bother you.
Sincerely,
Alana Bing
Monica stared at the computer screen, not quite believing what she was reading...Chandler and Grace's daughter...the one person she'd never expect to hear from, or about, again. Monica leaned back in her chair, a long sigh escaping her. She shook her head...Bryan, Alana's granddad, was so ignorant. Didn't he realize what had happened between Grace, Chandler and Monica? And how...how did he even have her e-mail address? She thought quickly and realized that her mother was still in touch with Bryan, and that none of the parents really knew what had happened to make Monica and Grace stop communicating. They had always thought motherhood and marriage had caused Grace to simply drift away from her single, childless best friend. But that wasn't it. Of course that wasn't it, but Monica, Grace and Chandler were the only ones who really knew. Who knew what had happened to cause the split of the trio of best friends. Monica sighed, not wanting to remember, because remembering brought back too much pain. Because deep down the feelings were still there, strong as ever. Sadness.anger.her aching heart.
Monica fleetingly wondered if Chandler even knew Alana had e-mailed her. Surely he didn't. Monica had been loud and clear when she'd told Chandler, fifteen long years ago, that she no longer wanted to speak to him or Grace. What Chandler had done, in her mind, was inexcusable. Monica sighed, pushing words and feelings out of her mind for the moment. She ought to be focusing on Alana, she realized. Mad as she was at Chandler, she couldn't, in all good conscience, ignore Alana's plea. Alana had no control over what her father had done. And though Monica hadn't been on the best of terms with Grace when she'd died, she knew Alana's granddad was right-Grace would want her daughter to turn to Monica. But a soft voice inside Monica told her that getting involved with Alana, was, in essence, getting involved with Chandler, and that was something she swore she'd never do. Never do again, anyway.
But how could she ignore Alana? She couldn't. So slowly, she began typing out a letter to Alana. Little did she know what just one e-mail would lead to.
TBC..
I know this is VERY confusing right now.but bear with me, okay? There is going to be some major Chandler/Monica stuff in this, so if you're a C&M fan, this is for you! Everything will be explained in the next few chapters. But let me know if you want them posted, okay? PLEASE REVIEW!
Dear Monica,
Okay, I know you are probably wondering who the heck this is. well, let me fill you in. My name is Alana Bing. You used to know my dad, Chandler, and my mom, Grace. Or so I'm told. See, my grandfather, who I guess you know also (my mom's dad), gave me your e-mail address, because he thinks I need somebody to talk to, who is, well, female. There's nobody in my family who is, since both grandmothers (plus my other grandfather) are dead, there's no aunts or anything, and my mom died when I was three and a half. My grandfather told me that you were my mom's best friend, probably would've been maid of honor and everything, if she and my dad hadn't eloped.
okay, so you're probably thinking my granddad's crazy, and maybe he is, since you've never met me, and you haven't talked to my dad in years. So you can just stop reading this now and not respond, if you think this is nuts. But I hope you won't, 'cause, well, I do sort of need somebody to talk to. My dad's great and all, but well...he can't really relate to being a teen...well a teen girl, anyways. My granddad said if there's anybody my mom would want me to talk to, it'd be you. So, I hope you respond to this and that we can be friends. But, otherwise, I'm sorry to bother you.
Sincerely,
Alana Bing
Monica stared at the computer screen, not quite believing what she was reading...Chandler and Grace's daughter...the one person she'd never expect to hear from, or about, again. Monica leaned back in her chair, a long sigh escaping her. She shook her head...Bryan, Alana's granddad, was so ignorant. Didn't he realize what had happened between Grace, Chandler and Monica? And how...how did he even have her e-mail address? She thought quickly and realized that her mother was still in touch with Bryan, and that none of the parents really knew what had happened to make Monica and Grace stop communicating. They had always thought motherhood and marriage had caused Grace to simply drift away from her single, childless best friend. But that wasn't it. Of course that wasn't it, but Monica, Grace and Chandler were the only ones who really knew. Who knew what had happened to cause the split of the trio of best friends. Monica sighed, not wanting to remember, because remembering brought back too much pain. Because deep down the feelings were still there, strong as ever. Sadness.anger.her aching heart.
Monica fleetingly wondered if Chandler even knew Alana had e-mailed her. Surely he didn't. Monica had been loud and clear when she'd told Chandler, fifteen long years ago, that she no longer wanted to speak to him or Grace. What Chandler had done, in her mind, was inexcusable. Monica sighed, pushing words and feelings out of her mind for the moment. She ought to be focusing on Alana, she realized. Mad as she was at Chandler, she couldn't, in all good conscience, ignore Alana's plea. Alana had no control over what her father had done. And though Monica hadn't been on the best of terms with Grace when she'd died, she knew Alana's granddad was right-Grace would want her daughter to turn to Monica. But a soft voice inside Monica told her that getting involved with Alana, was, in essence, getting involved with Chandler, and that was something she swore she'd never do. Never do again, anyway.
But how could she ignore Alana? She couldn't. So slowly, she began typing out a letter to Alana. Little did she know what just one e-mail would lead to.
TBC..
I know this is VERY confusing right now.but bear with me, okay? There is going to be some major Chandler/Monica stuff in this, so if you're a C&M fan, this is for you! Everything will be explained in the next few chapters. But let me know if you want them posted, okay? PLEASE REVIEW!
