~* Hi! Here is my next fic, sorry it took so long. I bet you all thought I dropped off the face of the earth. The musical I'm in opened last weekend and the practices and performances took up a lot of my time. Okay, all of my time. But here is another one and please review. Oh, and half the song is in the first chapter and the other half is in the second chapter and it's by Six Pence None the Richer. Or at least, they remade it, I don't know who did it first. Anyway, please review.~*

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Nope. Not at all.

Chandler put the last of his bags in the back of the trunk and turned to look up at the apartment. The light in the living room was on and he could see her standing near the window watching him. Watching him leave. She was crying, and her hand covered her mouth as if she could stop her sobbing. He sighed and closed the trunk. He couldn't stay. They had been over this, he just couldn't stay. Things weren't working out between them as well as they had hoped. And he had moved all the way out to San Francisco to be with her. He'd left everything all the way across the United States and moved to be with her. Where had it gotten him? Standing in the street below her apartment as she cried and begged him to stay. They had spent the last five months fighting, but when he mentioned him going back to New York, she had thrown a fit.

"You're just giving up?" She had screamed at him.

"I don't want to, but I can't do this anymore."

"You're going to throw away three years because we have a little fight?"

"A little fight? We've been fighting non-stop for five months, and before that was no picnic either."

"Where are you going to go?"

"New York."

"You think that your life will just be waiting there for you when you get back? You've been gone for three years Chandler," she had pointed out.

"I can't stay here. I can't stay here with you," he explained and she had thrown a glass at the wall which had shattered behind him and then she had stifled a sob and ran into their bedroom and slammed the door. He kept replaying the words that she had said to him as he had been leaving.

"We could have been great you know?"

"We could have, yes."

"I guess we'll never know now, huh?"

"I guess we won't." She had paused and shivered. "I'll miss you." He had gathered her in his arms, she was first and foremost his friend, and she was hurting.

"I know," he had whispered into her ear. "I'll miss you back." She had leaned forward and given him a kiss. It wasn't a passionate kiss, it was simply a kiss goodbye. A kiss for what might have been.

"Call me when you get there, so that I know you've gotten there okay," she reminded him as he grabbed the last of his boxes to take down to the car.

"Okay." They had hugged one last time before he closed the door and left. Now she was standing watching him go and he managed a smile at her, which she attempted to reciprocate and then turned and closed the blinds and he climbed into the driver's seat and drove away without looking back.

There is freedom within

there is freedom without

try to catch the deluge in a paper cup

there's a battle ahead

many battles are lost

but you'll never see the end of the road

while you're traveling with me

He had been driving for what seemed like an eternity before finally finding a hotel and getting a room for the night. He collapsed into the bed and closed his eyes to sleep. Images flooded his mind and he had to open his eyes to stop them. She was standing there, her black hair flowing behind her and she was laughing. They were sitting in the coffee house together, and she was leaning up against him and they were talking about what they loved about summer. He remembered that, he remembered that day, and the day after, and the day after that as well. He remembered it all. He remembered the tears that fell, and he remembered how that hurt him as well as her.

"Gotta stop thinking about that," he said to himself. "Happy thoughts." He shut his eyes again, but all he could see was her face. And could hear her laugh and see her eyes light up when she was surprised. He could see her. He reached over and dialed her number to tell her that he was coming, but stopped before he hit the last number. He hung up the phone. What good would that do? Did he think that she would be waiting for him? No, of course she wouldn't. She had moved on. She probably had gotten married, maybe even was pregnant or had a baby. He didn't know, because he had stopped calling when he left, and he did it for a good reason. The only problem was that he couldn't remember exactly what that reason was. To shield himself from hurt?

"That was stupid," he said out loud. It felt good to say these things out loud. He had tried to deny things for so long, that it was about time to accept things the way there were.

"I made a mistake." There, that was easy.

"A huge mistake." Great, but now he was talking to himself. He needed sleep, he decided. There was no use in thinking about what he had done wrong. The past, as they always said, is the past. The only thing that thinking about her and what he gone wrong was making him depressed, and he was already depressed.

Hey now, hey now

don't dream it's over

hey now, hey now

when the world comes in

they come, they come

to build a wall between us

we know they won't win

This was just what he needed, for his car to break down. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. It was as if fate was laughing at him, pointing it's finger and getting a good chuckle from his bad luck. Chandler waited for the tow trunk and noticed the sign of the place.

Geller's.

Fate really was messing with him. He ran a hand through his hair and sat on the chair while they worked on his car.

"Mr. Bing?" The mechanic came out to get him and handed him a bill. The name on his overall read Joey. Now this was just weird. He got his keys and got back into the car and drove away from that town, from Geller's. He was almost there. He had been in the car for what felt like an eternity and he was almost home. Home. Was it still home? Could it be considered home still? He didn't know. It was just added to the list of the many things that he didn't know the answer to. Should he call Joey? Was the mechanic a sign that he should call Joey and tell him that he was coming home? He picked up his phone and dialed Joey's number and let it ring.

"Hello?" It was her. What was she doing at Joey's apartment? "Hello?"

"Is someone there?" He heard Joey's voice in the background.

"I don't know," she said. "It sounds like there is, but no one's answering. Hello? Are you there?" Chandler panicked and fumbled for the off button.

"Then hang up," Joey told her.

"Okay." The line went dead. He leaned his head back against the seat of the car. This was a mistake, he could tell already. He would end up regretting this. Thomas Wolfe was right, you can't go home again. He wanted to turn around and run back to his car and run back to San Francisco. Nope, couldn't go there either. Maybe he'd go to Vegas and visit his father, well, that was a laugh, and he had no idea where his mother was. He had two choices: he could either go back to New York, or he could pick a random city and start all over again. Neither was that great, besides, he loved New York, and with that many people in the city he could avoid his former friends, right? He spotted the sign on the side of the road.

New York City, 200 miles.

Chandler was only 200 miles away from her. From him, from them and all the memories the city held. There was no turning back now.

Now I'm towing my car

there's a hole in the roof

my possessions are causing me suspicion

but there's no proof

~*Are you confused? Don't fear, everything will be revealed in due time. Okay, so please review and I will get the next chapter up. Thanks!~*