Canyons of Love
I do not own Friends, all characters belong to Kauffman-Crane and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.
Takes place mid-season 3. Monica likes Chandler, Chandler gave up liking Monica, Ross and Rachel never got together, Rachel likes Ross, Ross likes Rachel, and Phoebe and Joey pulled a London. All are single.
"Hello children." This was Chandlers signature greeting and ever so lately, I have begun to find it endearing.
"Hello Chandler" I respond, picking up on the slight skip in his step. "Why so happy?" I ask, smiling to myself ever so slightly. It's nice to see the corners of his lips turned North.
"Well you would be too if your grandmother was letting you use her cabin in the picturesque Wyoming canyons!" He shouts.
"Oh cool! No way, now I can have seen all the states!" Phoebe exclaims. We look at her, confused.
"But Phoebes, didn't you, like live on the streets from year 12, up?" Ross asks, suspicious.
"Yes Science Man, I did, but when I was living with Albino Bob, right before he killed himself, he recommended me to a traveling circus, and we never got to Wyoming because, you know, we were a conservative, vegetarian circus, and Wyoming has a lot of cattle... Anyways-" Ross cut her off "Anyway." She gave him a cold stare, then continued. "Anywaysss, you're inviting us, right?" She asks as she turns to me and Chandler. We have been sharing looks as we watch the exchange, but that immediately stops after Phoebes asks her question.
"Yeah! I thought it would be a fun thing to do. We just have to make a stop in Casper to sleep for the night and then I'm gonna use my Grandpas truck." Chandler says, and already, I'm looking up flight information.
"The flight to Denver is 3 hours and 55 minuets, so pack stuff for that, and it might be stormy in Wyoming, so pack long layers." Chandler walks over to me, laughing, and pulls me towards him into a tight embrace.
"Calm down Mon. It's okay, we have a few days to pack." He kisses the top of my head, and although it is a friendly gesture and we have been through things like this a million times, I only want him to pull me tighter and put all my doubts to rest. But he won't. Because we are just friends.
"Okay. Here? Yeah, that works. Okay. Seven? See you then. Bye." I hang up the phone and walk over to Rachel's door. Bang, bang, bang, bang. I knock in quick succession, and Rachel comes out with her hair defying gravity and her clothes awry.
"I was trying to take a nap, Monica!" She hisses. I see her rub sleep from the corner of her eyes and say,
"You can nap later. Phoebes is coming over at 7:00. We're thinking of doing a girls night here. Play some party games. It's just the three of us. Be thinking of things you want to do. Sleep on it." She slams the door closed and retreats to her bedroom. I decide to clean the bathroom, and soon enough, my thoughts drift to Chandler. The cute divot in his chin, the way he can joke his way out of a conversation with ease, the way he holds the news paper. And soon enough, I'm not so much scrubbing the toilet then I am day dreaming on the tile floor about dancing up on the roof with candles and Chandler by my side. At some point Phoebe must have came in, and I must not have noticed because he is just about to kiss me, and I hear someone clear their thought.
"So. Who ya thinking about, Mon?"
"What? No one!" I say too fast. Rachel (who was standing in the door frame) raises her eyebrow and let's it so. But Phoebe is more hesitant to.
"Seriously. You never sit on the bathroom floor without thoroughly scrubbing it twice." I blush at her comment.
"I was just dreaming about a world where Chandler... Doesn't tell that many jokes! Oh god, it was great." I say. That was a close one. Phoebe thankfully decides to drop it.
"So, Mon, I was thinking that we could start to make cookie dough, but not add the dry ingredients or eggs. That sound good?" Rachel asks, and for a moment, my mind is taken off the cheeky boy next door.
After too many Martinis and loads of eggless cookie dough, the bordering-tipsy-and-would-laugh-at-a-sinfully-boring-play-but-not-drunk friends were gossiping and playing games meant for twelve.
" Okay. Rachel. Bang, Marry or Kill, Gunther, Chandler, or Ross?" Phoebe asks. Rachel casts her gaze to the ceiling, thoughtful for a moment.
"I'd Marry Ross, Bang Gunther, and though I hate to do this, kill Chandler." I nearly spit out the remaining contents of her Martini at her last answer.
"You would rather have sex with Gunther than Chandler?!" I exclaim. The girls look at me weirdly. Maybe I should tell them both. They've confided secrets in me before. So, in spite of myself, I strike up an agreement. With myself. If Rachel admits that she likes Ross, I'll tell them about Chandler. I just hope it isn't as obvious that I like him as it is with Rachel.
"Alright, Monica, Bang or Kill Joey or Chandler." Rachel says with an evil smirk. My eyes widen.
"I can't kill one of my best friends!"
"It's hypothetical Monica! Now answer and be honest."
I sigh. Alright. Here goes nothing.
"Bang Chandler and Kill Joey." I say, hoping this does nothing to clue them in. Please let me have picked the right answer, please let me have picked the right answer, I pray. From the stares I am getting, I can tell I picked the wrong one.
"Monica. This is Chandler. Chandler! He's charming in a sexless kind of way! And over Joey? Are you insane?" I feel rage bubbling over me. I know Phoebe meant well, but... God, I hate it when people make fun of him like that!
"Come on guys. Chandlers not that bad!" I yell, the alcohol in my bloodstream boosting my confidence. "Just because he's not a stud like Joey or doesn't bring home a girl every night, does not make him any less desirable!" (82) Rachel and Phoebe look at each other and slowly turn to me with eyes the size of a giant marble, and Rachel asks, ever so slowly,
"Monica. Do you have a crush on Chandler?" I blush.
"Yeah, so, you have a crush on Ross!" I defend.
"Wait!" Phoebe exclaims. "You actually do like Chandler? And Rach, you like Ross? What is up with the world right now?" She asks. Me and Rachel are to absorbed in rocking our bodies back and forth, our heads in our pillows, that we pay no mind to Phoebes gasp of horror.
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