Locked Up Tight-Chapter 1
Ok, so since I'm home, sick, I decided to start on an idea I've had for a while now. This will definitely become a Chandler and Monica fic, but the first chapter or two will just be introducing things. I don't know if I'm going to continue this or not; it depends if people think it's worth it. So please, review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I'm just borrowing them from their show and putting them into my storyline.
"I really need a job!" Monica complained to her roommate, as she flipped through the newspaper, "I'm running out of money!"
"I know Mon," Rachel soothed, "You're a good chef. I'm sure you'll find something soon."
"I hope so, but until then I need some sort of temporary job."
Rachel looked at the newspaper that Monica had laid out on the kitchen table, "What about that one? That looks like it could be pretty temporary."
"Working as some rich snob's personal chef?" Monica questioned, "I don't think so!"
"Woah," Rachel commented, ignoring Monica's previous statement, "Look how much it pays! This guy must be insane. Man, if I could cook…"
Monica stared at the paper and then relented slowly, "Maybe I should apply."
"That's the spirit!"
Monica rolled her eyes at Rachel, while writing down the necessary information.
The next day, Monica's taxi stopped at her destination, leaving her in front an incredibly fancy apartment on Park Avenue. "Looks like this is the place," she mumbled to herself, "I feel like I don't belong, even just walking on this soil."
When she arrived at the door and rang the bell, a dark haired man, wearing a tuxedo opened the door. Monica assumed it was the butler when he offered to take her coat and led her to the room in which the interview would take place. Monica took a seat and anxiously awaited the arrival of the interviewer.
After a few minutes, a man of average height, with brown hair and blue eyes entered the room. She assumed that he was the owner of the house, and stood while he took his seat. He motioned for her to sit, and she did.
"So," he began, seemingly not very interested in the task ahead of him. He looked through her résumé, "You've had some good jobs."
"Yeah."
"Ok, why don't you just, cook something for me, or something."
"Like what?"
"Oh I don't know. Whatever your heart desires." He gestured towards the refrigerator, "Use whatever you'd like." And with that, he left the room in haste.
"I got the job," Monica said gloomily.
"And that's a bad thing?" Rachel asked, as Monica took off her coat.
"Well, my employer…doesn't seem very nice."
"Really, why?"
"Well, he just told me to cook something. Whatever I wanted, and left. Then he tasted it, said it was good, and hired me. Just like that."
"Just try not to talk to him much. If he really doesn't care about what you make, then you're set."
"I guess."
"Besides, no one ever likes their boss." Rachel pointed out.
"True," Monica agreed.
"So," Rachel ventured, changing the topic a bit, "Is he cute?"
"Very."
"So, something good after all."
"Nah, his attitude takes away from his good looks."
"That's possible?" Rachel asked, unable to grasp what Monica was saying.
"Yes, it is. Try not to be so shallow for once."
"I can't help it," Rachel answered, "That's who I am."
Monica began her job, and was there every day. Often, she didn't have much to cook, but she spent some time cleaning. She was a neat freak, and often became disgusted by her surroundings. She saw very little of her employer, but she did not mind that. He never commented on her food, good or bad, so she decided that he must be okay with her. However, Being there made her feel very unsettled. There was something about him that seemed to loom in the halls of his house, like a dark rain cloud. Additionally, she could not shake the odd feeling that, whenever she was there, she was being watched.
Ok first chapter is done. I don't know when, or if, I'll continue this. However, I will still be working on my other fanfic series. Please read and review, and hopefully I'll have another chapter up soon. Thanks!:)
