Author's note
ok, so my first story... can't promise it will be any good but i will try my best. Please review :) Thanks!
Oh, almost forgot... I don't own friends etc etc
Chapter 1.
When Chandler Bing set out to work that morning he didn't realise just how much that day was going to affect him and his future.
No one ever does.
Work was, as ever, boring as hell and he could not wait for the clock to reach five so he could finally go home to his apartment. And Monica. Monica, his beautiful wife, he hadn't been seeing much of her the past few weeks. Work was crazy for both of them meaning they were out from eight in the morning until ten some nights. Then, when they got home they would be too tired to do anything other than fall asleep in each other's arms.
But not today. No. Chandler was finishing on time for the first time in weeks and Monica had the day off. Five o'clock could not come fast enough. When it did, Chandler logged off his computer, grabbed his briefcase and ran out the door.
Freedom.
Running through the grey suburban streets, Chandler couldn't help thinking of what they, he and Monica, could do when he got home. Monica probably would have made dinner and it would be sitting on the table when he got back. They would enjoy the meal together then maybe watch a film cuddled up on the couch, or maybe they would just talk. Then, when the moon was high and covered New York in a milky light, they would go to bed and, y'know….
Chandler was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even check as he crossed Jones Street, he hardly ever did. It was a small little street in the middle of the Village and it was always quiet, even at this time. It was only as he started crossing he checked for traffic.
By then it was too late. The lorry came from out of nowhere.
They always do.