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Monica Geller woke up in Boston. It was funny. The week before she had woken up in New York in her boyfriend's arms, and today she woke up in Boston alone. She missed him already and it had only been one week. She had to stop herself from picking up the phone and calling. He wouldn't be up yet. If he was it probably was only to call work to tell them that he would be late. He used to be late because they would make love in the morning. She wondered if he had cried himself to sleep like she had last night. She reminded herself that she voluntarily chose to come to Boston, but it didn't make it hurt any less to be away from him. She got up and stumbled into the kitchen. She looked at the wall. Sunday. It was Sunday. The first Sunday in a long time that she wasn't planning to spend the entire day in bed with Chandler. Chandler. Just thinking about his name made her heart hurt and her head pound. She finally succumbed to temptation and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" He answered sleepily.
"Hi baby," she told him.
"Monica? Hi sweetie, how's Boston?"
"Its cold and I have no one here to warm me up," she whined.
"I know," he assured her. "I wish I could be there. No, actually if I'm wishing for things I wish that you were here and that you had never left."
"Right now, so am I," she confessed. It had all been because of one phone call. Asking her to come to Boston. She had inherited a restaurant. Apparently cooking ran in the blood. Her great aunt had left it to her.
"Should I go?" She asked her friends and her boyfriend.
"When will you get an opportunity like this again?" Chandler had asked her. "You have to go."
"What about us?"
"We'll be okay, it's not like Boston is that far away," he told her.
"But..." he put his finger to her mouth.
"No, Monica, you have to do this and I have to let you. I'll work on getting a transfer and by the end of next year we both will be there."
"A year is an awful long time," she had pointed out.
"But we'll see each other on weekends and we can write and call and it'll be okay," he promised. Now that year seemed like such a long time that she didn't know if she could handle it.
"Chandler? I want to come home," she said.
"You can't Monica, we talked about this. We'll be okay." Just hearing his voice was soothing.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, so tell me about Boston so far," he listened as she told him about going to the restaurant the day before and her apartment.
"I miss you," she whispered into the phone. She thought about the distance that the sound had to travel and wonder if she could last being that far away from him.
"I miss you too." She pretended that his arms were wrapped tightly around her and instead wrapped the blanket around her. "I love you Mon, and I'll see you soon." She nodded and said goodbye and hung up the phone. She wiped tears from her face and found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote on the top,
Chandler~
After she had done this she poured her heart in the letters telling him how much she missed him and how she wished that he was there with her. After she had finished she sprayed some of her perfume on it and stuck it in an envelope and addressed it to the apartment that they had shared together. She went down to the mailbox and mailed it and then went back inside feeling much better. She got dressed and made her way to the restaurant down the street and went in. As they got ready for the day they turned on the radio and the same old stuff was playing. She went to turn something else on and was vetoed by her staff.
"Hey I own this place!" She reminded them.
"That does not mean you get radio preference," her one waitress Kelly told her. Monica laughed.
"I think that it should," she told them her hands on her hips.
"Too bad," Kelly said and went on with what she was doing. Monica was forced to listen to the music and when the restaurant was set to open she found that she still had the song stuck in her head. Yet another thing that reminded her of Chandler. He would always sing songs that he knew would get stuck in her head. He did it on purpose. When he caught her humming the words he would do his Chandler dance and rub it in her face.
"I am the best at getting songs stuck in people's heads! I am the master," he would yell. She gave a little laugh and Kelly caught her.
"Thinking about Chandler again?"
"When don't I?" She asked and Kelly laughed again.
"Never."
Every day I wake up and it's Sunday
Whatever's in my head won't go away
The radio is playing all the usual
And what's a wonderwall anyway?
"Monica!" Chandler dropped his bags and opened his arms to the woman running to him. Her dark hair flew behind her and the people in the train station stood watching as the young couple embraced. He kissed her passionately and held her tightly.
"Oh God, Chandler," she breathed. "I've missed you so much!"
"I know," he said in between kisses. "The gang sends their love and say that the next time I come up I have to share you." She giggled.
"You never were good at sharing," she said. "Come on, I'll take you home." He grabbed her hand and walked with her to her car. She climbed in first and he got in the passenger seat and kissed her neck.
"I can't believe it's been a month since I saw you, it feels like it's been so much longer then that," he told her. She smiled at him and pulled out of the parking lot.
"I agree," she said. "So tell me what's going on in New York?"
"Nothing really," he said and leaned his head back against the seat. "We're all starving without you."
"Naturally," she said with a laugh.
"I got your letters," he said. "Did you get mine?"
"They brightened my day," she told him. He grinned. He didn't tell her when he got her letters he would lock himself in his bedroom and reread the letter until the creases become worn and threatened to rip apart. He didn't tell her he ran to the mailbox like he was a little boy. He didn't tell her how much he missed her. She knew. She missed him the same way. When she pulled up in front of her building she allowed herself to remember that he was really there with her and that they were together. Finally. He followed her up the stairs kissing her the entire way. He only paused so that she could open the door and once they were inside and the door was shut he spoke the first words that came to his mind.
"Where's the bedroom?" She had to laugh at this and pointed and squealed when he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He couldn't believe that he hadn't touched her, or kissed her, or made love to her in a month. God, how he had missed her. He had almost forgotten what she smelled like. Luckily she would spray her letters with her perfume. Her smell, that was just another thing that he had missed.
They laid in bed a few hours later, Monica tucked safely in Chandler's embrace. His arm protectively held her. She had made no plans for the weekend, hoping to just stay inside all day with Chandler. He had no intentions to let her down.
"I don't function well without you," she confessed. "I feel like I'm all mixed up."
"That's because you are," he reminded her. "You're in a new city with new people and you don't have the coffeehouse to run to, or us. Do you even know the people across the hall from you?"
"Not really," she told him. She traced his features with her finger noting them in her head. She would remember it and when it was cold and rainy and she missed him so much that it hurt she would think of his face. And the curves and his smile.
"What are you doing?" He asked. She blushed.
"Memorizing your face," she admitted.
"I have yours memorized already," he whispered. His whispers sent chills down her spine.
"Really?" He nodded and kissed her again.
"I know everything about you Monica Elizabeth Geller. I have you pegged." She giggled.
"That's good," she said. "Cause I know everything about you too." He sighed and tightened his grip around her.
"I love you," he murmured into her hair.
"Ditto."
Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
Cause I'm writing to reach you
But I might never reach you
I long to teach you about you
But that's not you
Monica arrived in New York late Christmas Eve and snuck in. She made her way silently across the apartment. She gave a smile at the tree that was obviously decorated by her friends. She could see the presents stacked underneath and she wondered how many were hers. She shook her head the thought, scolding herself for forgetting what Christmas was really about. It was about being with the ones you loved and the one that she loved was laying asleep in the bedroom. She opened the door gently and saw him gripping her pillow and snoring. Funny, he never used to snore. She wondered what other habits he had picked up while she was gone. It felt like she had been gone forever. She slipped into a nightgown and then slipped into bed and under his arms. He slept right through it. She was sure that a train could come through their bedroom and he wouldn't even stir. She closed her eyes and relished having his arms around her before she drifted off to sleep.
Chandler woke up Christmas morning and to his surprise he saw he was holding Monica. He thought it was a dream at first, but when she shifted and moaned slightly he knew that he wasn't in fact dreaming. She was really in his arms. He kissed her hair and that woke her up.
"Morning," she said sleepily.
"Good morning baby," he said. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you too," she smiled.
"What are you doing here?"
"I got a plane out at the last minute," she told him.
"I didn't think you were going to be able to make it," he confessed.
"I didn't either," she said with a smile.
"Come here," he said pulling her, if it was possible, even closer to him.
"How long do you figure before Joey is up and wants to open his presents?" Monica asked.
"Soon," Chandler said. "And he doesn't know your home so he'll come bursting in. How long are you staying?"
"A week."
"Good." He stopped. How was he to tell her he wasn't doing well without her? What words could he use to explain to her how much he needed her? That every morning he woke up and wished to hold her, touch her, kiss her? She seemed happy in Boston. She seemed to be having fun finally. Her restaurant was doing well. She had friends there now. He wasn't so sure that he would fit into her life when he did move up there. But the way that she looked at him. Assuring him that the only place for him to be is with her. That made him feel ten times better. The door flew open and Joey came running in.
"Come on Chandler! Monica?" He stopped when he saw his friend in the bed. "Monica!" Joey came running over and pulled her out from under the covers and threw his arms around her neck not noticing that she was wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pants and a tank top. Chandler sat up and laughed. Joey put her on the ground and she grabbed her robe and threw it on over top her pajamas just as Joey was grabbing her hands and pulling her out into the living room.
"Monica?" Rachel asked rubbing her eyes. "Monica!" She ran to her best friend and they hugged. Monica only worried about Ross. They had not left on the best terms. Ross was upset that she was leaving, he was the only one of her friends that had not felt that she should go. Quite the opposite actually. He told her that she should stay in New York. That she could sell the restaurant and open one here. When the door opened and he walked in, Monica sucked in her breath. She was terrified of his reaction.
"Merry...Monica?" She nodded and waited. "Come here. Merry Christmas Mon." She smiled. Her head flung back in joy and relief and she hugged him. And that was a hug to see. A brother who forgave you and you forgave him? That was a Kodak moment.
"I'm sorry Ross."
"No, I was a jerk. I'm glad your home, at least for Christmas," he told her. She nodded.
"So am I." She let go and Chandler wrapped his arm around her waist. Phoebe showed up and had the same reaction that the others had had and then Joey dove into the presents and Monica let herself live in the moment. She was home, with her friends. And she was happy.
It's good to know that you are home for Christmas
It's good to know that you are doing well
It's good to know that you all know I'm hurting
It's good to know I'm feeling not so well
Because my inside is outside
"New York was good?" Kelly asked when Monica returned back to Boston.
"Great," she told her.
"You really miss it don't you?"
"So much." Kelly gave her a hug.
"I'm here if you need to talk," she assured Monica. Monica smiled at her.
"Thanks Kel," she said. "That means a lot." Kelly hugged her.
"Your quite welcome," she told her. "Now hand me the popcorn." Monica giggled and passed the bowl over to her. They were at her apartment watching videos. Chick flicks were more like it. Monica discovered she had a thing for John Cusack (A/N: I love, love, love John Cusack and all his movies!)
"Did you get your mail?" Kelly asked.
"No, not yet," Monica said. "Why?"
"I was going to check on the pizza man's progress, namely if he was coming down the street or not so I can get ready, so I was going to grab it for you," Kelly said. Monica grinned. Kelly had an unbelievable crush on the pizza man and she could never admit it. It reminded Monica of when Ross tried to flirt with their pizza delivery person. She gave a laugh.
"Please get it for me."
"Right," Kelly said. "I will return. With the mail and hopefully a pizza and a number."
"You do realize you have his number?"
"Not the one on the box," Kelly said rolling her eyes. With that she raised one eyebrow and disappeared out the door. A few minutes later she reappeared with the mail in one hand and a pizza box in the other.
"Anything good?" Monica asked.
"Letter from lover boy," Kelly said tossing it to Monica and grabbing a slice of pizza.
"Thanks," Monica said ripping it open. She scanned it and decided that it was one to read in private.
"Go ahead," Kelly said. "I'll pause the movie."
"Thanks," Monica said hopping out of her chair and running into her bedroom. She sat on her bed and read the letter. She reread it once more and tucked it back in the envelope and then in the box that she kept the letters in. She grabbed a fresh piece of stationary and composed a letter to him. She sprayed it with her perfume and gave it a kiss with her lipstick and stuck it in an envelope and joined Kelly in the living room.
"All done?" Kelly asked picking up the remote to turn the movie back on.
"Yes, put back on the movie," Monica instructed. She settled back against the couch, but couldn't focus on the movie. That was the general effect Chandler's letters had on her. She ended up not being able to think of anything but him for the rest of the day. Kelly knew this and for her part didn't try to make small talk for the rest of the night.
My right side's on the left side
Cause I'm writing to reach you
But I might never reach you
I long to teach you about you
But that's not you
Do you know it's true
And that won't do
It seemed to Monica that she was finally was getting a routine in Boston. Kelly became her confidant. Much like Rachel was, and that was nice to have. She stopped thinking about Chandler every five seconds, it was now limited to every other minute. The letters did not cease between them, and she kept them all in a box under her bed. She wondered if Chandler did the same. They tried to see each other at least once a month, sometimes being able to make it twice a month. Chandler was coming closer to being able to move there. Monica was happy. Well as happy as she could be being away from everything and everyone she loved. Although she adored her restaurant, she missed Central Perk. She missed hanging out there and she missed her friends. She even missed Gunther. If that was possible. She laughed when she thought of Gunther head over heels in love with Rachel. Rachel never even noticing. Rachel was never good with things like that. Everyone else knew though, and made bets on it. It was times like this that she wished she were home. She rarely let herself think of home, too afraid if she thought of home she would want to go back too badly. It hurt, so she didn't. It was only when Chandler came to visit that she allowed herself to think of him. Well, really think of him. Otherwise she would want to be with him so badly that she ended up crying. And a person can only cry so much before they become tired of it.
Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday
And whatever's in my head should go away
Still the radio keeps playing all the usual
And what's a wonderwall anyway
The phone rang and Monica dove to reach it.
"Monica?"
"Chandler?"
"Hi babe."
"Hi sweetie," she told him sitting on her couch. "I'm so glad that you called. I have something to tell you!"
"Same here, you can go first."
"Thanks," she took a deep breath. She had big news and she couldn't wait to share it with him. She was worried about how he might take it, but it was only a fleeting thought, and then she opened her mouth to tell him. Waiting for the reaction to travel all those wires. Hoping that it would be what she wanted, and wishing that he could be there in person to hear what she had to say.
Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
Cause I'm writing to reach you
But I might never reach you
I long to teach you about you
But that's not you
Do you know it's true
And that won't do
You know it's you
I'm talking to
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