A/N: So here's the story! It's a Modern Day AU fic. Chandler is poor, Monica is rich. Fate and circumstances brings them together. I got this idea from a show I watched and I thought of writing something about it. Their backgrounds will be explained in the chapters as it's in the first-person POV. This is a multi-chapter fic and I promise it will only get better. ;)


Prologue Part I

CHANDLER'S POV

I looked up to the fireworks gracing this cold Saturday night, amazed by the way the streaking lights play with my eyes. The crowd around me was also watching carefully and applauded the moment the show ended. I then adjusted my bow tie, and continued handing out glasses of fine wine to the eager guests. I started doing this job about a year ago; and I already got used to being around the most influential families of New York. My family is far from theirs, living in one of the poorest neighborhoods in the city, barely getting by each day. It was rare nights like this were I get paid the big bucks; $2,500 for a night! For these ludicrously wealthy families, it's barely spare change. That is why I always put off anything I planned on doing whenever Joey calls me about these opportunities. Joey's my best friend. We grew up together and I treat him as my own brother. We help each other get work and support each other in everything we do. He wants to be an actor and promised himself that when he gets enough money, he'll go to Hollywood and chase after his dream.

I do have a big brother though; his name's Sam. He's a taxi driver. He had always dreamed of becoming a doctor but since there is no chance of that happening, he gave up on it. At least he's doing a decent job and not resorting to illegal activities. We may be poor but our father raised us with good principles. He told us that it doesn't matter if we starve one night, as long as our morals are kept intact. He always emphasized how having good soul is more important than having all the riches of the world. Our father Charles was a construction worker. He was very hardworking. And apart from that; did other jobs to provide for us. But unfortunately he had a mild stroke when I was in high school that caused us to start working for the family. We already had money problems but it got worse because of our father's numerous medications. We didn't mind though, what's important is making sure he is alive and well. About my mother; well, he left us when I was nine. She had a job that pays well; she was a writer. When I was a teenager, I found out she wasn't just an ordinary writer, she's an erotic novelist; one of the most awkward things you could find out about your parents. She left us for a much younger and wealthier man, saying that she's had enough of working her ass off while dad couldn't even buy us a decent dinner. I miss her though, despite what she did. She was a very devoted mother to us, before everything fell apart. For me, I want to be an advertiser. When I save enough money, I'm gonna apply for a scholarship and get into college. My brother promised that he'll help me too, saying that if he couldn't reach his dream, he wants me to reach mine.

Someone was talking on the microphone, asking to get everyone's attention. All eyes then focused on top of the staircase at the deck. I was amazed by what I saw. A beautiful raven-haired lady in a pink gown slowly took her steps down the mini-stage. "God, she's so beautiful." I thought. She had her hair styled in a bun and her lips were peach in color. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her laugh which made her nose scrunch a little. "And now she's cute too. I could not stop staring at her. But what, why does she look familiar?" I thought. "Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Monica Elizabeth Geller." Everyone clapped while some proceeded to shake hands with her or give her kisses on the cheek. "Monica Geller? Right!" I pulled out my wallet and unfolded a magazine cover I've been keeping for months. There she was: Monica Geller, the one in the lifestyle magazine I bought just because I found the lady in the cover very pretty. "She's even prettier in person." I thought. The thing is, I have a crush on her since the moment I saw her picture. She's sort of been an inspiration to me. It may sound a little weird or creepy but every night, I kiss her picture and dream of her being my girlfriend. There's nothing wrong right? It's not like I have some inappropriate dreams of her. You see, in my fantasies, we're taking it slow and just enjoying every moment we have together. And in my dreams we love each other. Maybe I'm really falling in love with her? Oh well, I just can't believe she's just a few feet away from me.

Monica is the daughter of Jack Geller, the one who owns the yacht and threw the party. That is why she had a grand entrance. And now they're talking about expanding the luxury cruise business to Asia. They're partnering with the Becker family. They introduced a guy named Peter Becker. And now he's holding her waist. And kissing her temple. Oh my God, she has a boyfriend! Why am I surprised? Why wouldn't she have a boyfriend? She's very pretty and rich and smart. Smart; at least from the interview I read in the magazine. Her answers were very witty. And why am I affected by this? Wake up, Chandler! It's not like you have a chance. You have a better chance of getting struck by lightning or even winning the lottery than having even one date with her. Besides, she's rich, you're poor; that just doesn't go together.

I took a little break from my work and headed to the restroom. I placed down the tray on one of the side tables and proceeded to go inside the men's room. I heard someone knocking repeatedly and shouting help. It was coming from the ladies' comfort room. "Help! Help! Someone get me out of here!" the woman shouted. I then went on the door. "Excuse me, Ma'am? You needed some help?" I asked. "Yes! Get me out of here, I'm stuck! I can't open the door!" She continued and I can feel the fear in her voice. "Okay Ma'am, just calm down I'll try to open the door." I said while getting one of my old ATM cards in my wallet. "Don't just try! Get me out of here!" the lady rudely answered. "Yes, I'm doing my best here. I told you to calm down!" I answered feeling annoyed. "Why are you being so mean?" she said. "And now I'm the one being mean? I can't believe this woman!" I thought. I heard someone arrive. As I finally opened the door, I saw Peter Becker beside me, immediately hugging the woman whom I just set free. "Oh my God, Pete!" she said as she hugged back the man. It was Monica Geller, the woman in my dreams. "What happened?" he asked her. "I got stuck, but Mr. Grumpy man got me out." she said while touching his cheek affectionately. "I don't wanna see that!" I thought. I was feeling a little jealous. "Well thanks, Mr. Grumpy man." He turned to me. "We gotta go now babe, your dad's doing a speech." He told her as he held her hand. "You're welcome." I said and they both smiled at me. "I'm Chandler, not Mr. Grumpy man by the way." I tried to say but they were already gone.


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