Life of a Celebrity Couple...Monica and Chandler are both famous, and they
meet and fall in love.
Chapter 1-The rest of their lives
Chandler sighed, it was the event of the year, the In Style party, and he didn't really want to be there. He heard them, his "fans," gossiping, for sure of what he had been doing, or who he had been doing, of late. The truth was that he hadn't had anything serious in his romantic life of late that was worth mentioning. He had had a few girlfriends, but they didn't really mean anything to him, they had just been flings, just to satisfy his pent up dating energy, and it seemed that the press liked it that way. They were perfectly content speculating on who he was dating, and if she was pregnant. He sipped his champagne flute, and looked around the room.
Monica looked around the crowded party, in awe of some of the people that she was finally getting to meet. She was new on the Hollywood scene, just getting her big break in a movie, and, to be honest, felt a little insecure. The life that had been thrust at her, the parties, the tabloids, all of it was a little too much to take for a 26 year old girl. Last week she had read that she was dating Ben Affleck, but she had never even met him. All she wanted was a relationship that was solid, and where she could tell whoever it was all of her insecurities and fears. She sighed, sipping her Cosmo as her publicist, Irene came up to her. "Monica, darling," Irene called in her trademark singsong voice, "I have someone that you just have to meet." "Okay," Monica sighed, as she got to her feet, her sky blue Versace gown glittered and flowed out behind her. "This," Irene said, pointing to a man in the corner-"Is Chandler Bing. I think you two would really hit it off." "Okay." Monica sighed, Chandler was really more famous than she was, and a real ladies man. She doubted that they would hit it off at all. "Hi." Chandler said and flashed her his trademark charming smile. "Hi." Monica grinned sheepishly. Chandler had heard of Monica before, and she was so much more beautiful in person than in the pictures. "Well," Monica sighed, "do you want to get a cup of coffee sometime? Irene obviously thinks that we would hit it off." "Sure." Chandler said. He didn't usually go on blind dates, but he had a weird feeling about this girl. She seemed down to earth and natural, kind of like he wished he could be sometimes. "How about tomorrow, there's a great place just off of Rodeo drive. I'll see you there around 7 tomorrow evening." "Okay" Monica smiled. "I'll see you then." And she walked back to her friends, Phoebe and Rachel, who were chatting up Jude Law in the corner.
*** Monica sighed as she rolled out of bed on Saturday morning, the day of her date with Chandler. She wasn't really sure what to expect, and part of her couldn't wait. She had in the morning her weekly appointment at the spa to get a massage and manicure, yoga class in the afternoon when she was going to meet Rachel and Phoebe at a trendy hotspot for a sort of midday lunch- dinner, since they weren't planning on having dinner on their date. As Monica looked over at the clock, she realized that it was 9 a.m., and her spa appointment was at 9.30 and a few blocks away. She quickly went to her dresser, pulled out her teal Diane von Furstenberg halter top, along with her favorite pair of 7 jeans and her Ug shoes in blue and pink. Not her most pulled together look, but it didn't matter anyway. She grabbed her Prada shoulder bag from the counter and she was out the door.
*** Chandler moaned as his alarm went off at 10 am on Saturday. He had definitely had too much champagne last night and needed something for his headache. As he stumbled down the stairs of his LA villa, his boxer Rocky barked at him. "Okay," he mumbled half asleep, "I'll get you some food." After he took his Advil, he needed to get outside. He half-heartedly grabbed Rocky's leather leash and went out the door. He wanted to pick up some flowers or something for his date tonight with Monica, and he wondered whether they were both making a bigger deal of this date than they were saying. It was weird though, he had never had such a good feeling about any date than this one, and he thought that maybe this would give him a break from the constant media attention of being single and famous. Today he was planning on meeting up with an old friend, his old roommate Joey Tribbiani, who was also trying to make it in Hollywood. They were going to have sushi and go to the Armani showroom to look for some clothes for an upcoming event. Kind of Girly, he knew, but it had to be done.
*** At 5'oclock Monica left the restaurant and decided to go home and dress for her date with Chandler. They were going to get coffee, nothing too fancy, but she really liked to dress up, it made her feel beautiful and feminine. Not that she needed it, her brilliant blue eyes and knockout body already turned heads. In the end, she decided to wear a Greek goddess inspired white skirt, and the blue halter top from this morning. She put on her elegant Dior slip sandals and grabbed her Gucci bag to complete her look. She ran out of her house and slid into her Porsche Boxter that had been a gift from the director of her movie. Minutes later, she arrived at the coffee house that Chandler had suggested. It had a little of a club feel to it a very industrial steel motif, but it still felt like a coffee house. As she entered, she saw chandler waiting for her, wearing his comfortable khaki pants and a soft sky blue cashmere sweater, sipping a latte and reading the newspaper. "Hi." She grinned as she took a seat next to him. "How are you?" "Great." He smiled. "You look beautiful." He said in an almost awed voice. "Thanks." Monica muttered, feeling a little embarrassed.
*** Chandler left the coffee house 2 hours later, with a feeling of jubilation. He had found the most beautiful, smart woman in the world, and he loved being around her. She made him feel like he mattered, and didn't seem bothered by his "ladies-man bachelor" reputation. She seemed to genuinely like him for him and that made him feel great. He was sure that this relationship would be like nothing that he had ever had before. They had talked about each other's family, friends, and not once had they mentioned show business. Unlike other girls in the past, who had seemed to be obsessed with him and his life, he really thought that this was "it."
Chandler sighed, it was the event of the year, the In Style party, and he didn't really want to be there. He heard them, his "fans," gossiping, for sure of what he had been doing, or who he had been doing, of late. The truth was that he hadn't had anything serious in his romantic life of late that was worth mentioning. He had had a few girlfriends, but they didn't really mean anything to him, they had just been flings, just to satisfy his pent up dating energy, and it seemed that the press liked it that way. They were perfectly content speculating on who he was dating, and if she was pregnant. He sipped his champagne flute, and looked around the room.
Monica looked around the crowded party, in awe of some of the people that she was finally getting to meet. She was new on the Hollywood scene, just getting her big break in a movie, and, to be honest, felt a little insecure. The life that had been thrust at her, the parties, the tabloids, all of it was a little too much to take for a 26 year old girl. Last week she had read that she was dating Ben Affleck, but she had never even met him. All she wanted was a relationship that was solid, and where she could tell whoever it was all of her insecurities and fears. She sighed, sipping her Cosmo as her publicist, Irene came up to her. "Monica, darling," Irene called in her trademark singsong voice, "I have someone that you just have to meet." "Okay," Monica sighed, as she got to her feet, her sky blue Versace gown glittered and flowed out behind her. "This," Irene said, pointing to a man in the corner-"Is Chandler Bing. I think you two would really hit it off." "Okay." Monica sighed, Chandler was really more famous than she was, and a real ladies man. She doubted that they would hit it off at all. "Hi." Chandler said and flashed her his trademark charming smile. "Hi." Monica grinned sheepishly. Chandler had heard of Monica before, and she was so much more beautiful in person than in the pictures. "Well," Monica sighed, "do you want to get a cup of coffee sometime? Irene obviously thinks that we would hit it off." "Sure." Chandler said. He didn't usually go on blind dates, but he had a weird feeling about this girl. She seemed down to earth and natural, kind of like he wished he could be sometimes. "How about tomorrow, there's a great place just off of Rodeo drive. I'll see you there around 7 tomorrow evening." "Okay" Monica smiled. "I'll see you then." And she walked back to her friends, Phoebe and Rachel, who were chatting up Jude Law in the corner.
*** Monica sighed as she rolled out of bed on Saturday morning, the day of her date with Chandler. She wasn't really sure what to expect, and part of her couldn't wait. She had in the morning her weekly appointment at the spa to get a massage and manicure, yoga class in the afternoon when she was going to meet Rachel and Phoebe at a trendy hotspot for a sort of midday lunch- dinner, since they weren't planning on having dinner on their date. As Monica looked over at the clock, she realized that it was 9 a.m., and her spa appointment was at 9.30 and a few blocks away. She quickly went to her dresser, pulled out her teal Diane von Furstenberg halter top, along with her favorite pair of 7 jeans and her Ug shoes in blue and pink. Not her most pulled together look, but it didn't matter anyway. She grabbed her Prada shoulder bag from the counter and she was out the door.
*** Chandler moaned as his alarm went off at 10 am on Saturday. He had definitely had too much champagne last night and needed something for his headache. As he stumbled down the stairs of his LA villa, his boxer Rocky barked at him. "Okay," he mumbled half asleep, "I'll get you some food." After he took his Advil, he needed to get outside. He half-heartedly grabbed Rocky's leather leash and went out the door. He wanted to pick up some flowers or something for his date tonight with Monica, and he wondered whether they were both making a bigger deal of this date than they were saying. It was weird though, he had never had such a good feeling about any date than this one, and he thought that maybe this would give him a break from the constant media attention of being single and famous. Today he was planning on meeting up with an old friend, his old roommate Joey Tribbiani, who was also trying to make it in Hollywood. They were going to have sushi and go to the Armani showroom to look for some clothes for an upcoming event. Kind of Girly, he knew, but it had to be done.
*** At 5'oclock Monica left the restaurant and decided to go home and dress for her date with Chandler. They were going to get coffee, nothing too fancy, but she really liked to dress up, it made her feel beautiful and feminine. Not that she needed it, her brilliant blue eyes and knockout body already turned heads. In the end, she decided to wear a Greek goddess inspired white skirt, and the blue halter top from this morning. She put on her elegant Dior slip sandals and grabbed her Gucci bag to complete her look. She ran out of her house and slid into her Porsche Boxter that had been a gift from the director of her movie. Minutes later, she arrived at the coffee house that Chandler had suggested. It had a little of a club feel to it a very industrial steel motif, but it still felt like a coffee house. As she entered, she saw chandler waiting for her, wearing his comfortable khaki pants and a soft sky blue cashmere sweater, sipping a latte and reading the newspaper. "Hi." She grinned as she took a seat next to him. "How are you?" "Great." He smiled. "You look beautiful." He said in an almost awed voice. "Thanks." Monica muttered, feeling a little embarrassed.
*** Chandler left the coffee house 2 hours later, with a feeling of jubilation. He had found the most beautiful, smart woman in the world, and he loved being around her. She made him feel like he mattered, and didn't seem bothered by his "ladies-man bachelor" reputation. She seemed to genuinely like him for him and that made him feel great. He was sure that this relationship would be like nothing that he had ever had before. They had talked about each other's family, friends, and not once had they mentioned show business. Unlike other girls in the past, who had seemed to be obsessed with him and his life, he really thought that this was "it."