A Different Perspective
Ok, I don't know if people will like this, because it's from a different perspective, as says the title. I've seen a few around, where it's from Monica and Chandler's child's point of view, but in this, it's only from Monica's child's point of view. If I continue, I plan on having this story cover a few aspects of Monica's daughter's life, including her relationship with her mother and with Chandler, the problems she gets herself in, and her view on and role in M&C's relationship. So, yes, this will be slightly C&M, but not like as much as most. Ok, to understand this, you should know that Monica had a daughter when she was in college, and the father is MIA. It follows the show timeline, and its own. Like, I refer to some things that actually happen in the show, while others, I've made up on my own. Without further delay, please read and review, so I know if I should continue or not, thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, aside from Jessica. She's mine!:)
To most people, I'm just the stylishly dressed sixteen-year-old girl who sits in the back of classrooms, crudely poking fun at teachers' mistakes and starting up conflicts. I'm well aware that most people can't stand to be near me, until they get to know me. There are many reasons why I'm like that—how I became who I am. Everything I am is directly reflected on six people in my life.
My creativity is something that I got from a close friend of my mother's, Phoebe. She's probably one of the most creative people I know. In fact, one time, she built her own dollhouse, complete with an aromatherapy room and all. Although it ended up burning down, it was much more interesting than a normal dollhouse, due to the fact that it was created with the assistance of Phoebe's imagination. Also, I often hold a very cynical attitude towards the world. It is often the only defense I can find to use though. Frequently I make a sarcastic joke out of things that I found to be too intense for me. There's no doubt that I picked up this trait from all the time I spent with Chandler. Less importantly, I got my sense of style from Rachel, my love for history from Ross, and addiction to video games from the very immature Joey. However, my determination, which often turns into stubbornness and my confrontational side, come from my mother. She has this uncanny desire to always win and be the best. Although I am not at the same level as my mother, I am very close to it. Our similarities with these traits often brought on troubles between us. Although we can control these problems now, with the help of Chandler, in the past we let them get out of hand.
I guess that my predicament with my mother began when I was around nine years old, and she began dating a man named Richard Burke. She was head over heals in love with him. I, on the other hand, hated him intensely. There were several things that sparked my contempt towards the man. First of all, he treated me as if I was just some empty-headed child. From the first day I met him, he dealt with me in that manner.
"Hi," he greeted me as he bent down on his knees to be at my height, "My name's Richard."
"Hi," I replied coldly.
"Your mother and I are going out tonight," he explained in one of those annoying voices people use to speak to young children.
I remember looking at him in the face for a moment, and then spitting on him. I have quite a temper problem, at times, which was even worse when I was younger.
"Jessica!" my mother yelled harshly, "How dare you!" She then grabbed me by the arm and took me out into the hallway.
"You don't split ion anyone, ever! It's mean. How would you like it if I spit in your face?"
"You do," I came back, "All the time. Whenever you yell at me."
She looked at me, both angered and surprised at my behavior. Before Richard came along, I never dared to speak to my mother in that tone. However, I began to see her in a different light, once he entered our lives. That night marked the beginning of many a fight between mother and daughter.
Another reason I hated Richard was that I felt he was stealing my mother from me. Although, she didn't purposely do it, she spent all her time with him. Often, I hid in my room when he was over and doodled, trying to drown out his voice and the things he and my mother were doing together. I may have been nine, but I knew exactly what was going on in the bedroom next to mine. Growing up with six single people in their 20's, you pick up on things like that. They didn't know that I knew though. Often I was shoved into the background and ignored while they spoke about those things. Or, the part that amuses me the most, is how they used to try to speak in code. I decoded that right away, though. I don't think that any of them realized how well children listen. I know the six of them like my own self. I'm a very perspective person, and I watch people closely and study their behavior. That's something I often did to entertain myself, when the adults ignored me.
However, a great relationship also emerged from Richard's presence. Since my mother would leave me with Chandler almost every night, the two of us got to know each other well. Often I considered him my father. However, we didn't hit it off right away. I think I used to annoy the hell out of him because I was always asking questions and making fun of him. That first night my mom when out with Richard, I sat in his and Joey's apartment, watching television with them. They had just gotten a big screen television and black leather recliners. That night, the two of them were so comfortable, that they refused to get out of the seats and no one really spoke to me, since everyone's attention was turned towards the TV.
Nevertheless, I remember I spent the entire night sitting on Chandler's lap. I fell asleep in that position, but woke long enough to notice him carrying me over to the sofa. He laid me down on it, covered me with a blanket, and whispered, "Sleep tight," as he brushed a loose stand of hair from my face. Once he did that, I decided that I wanted to spend more time with him.
However, it took him a while to warm up to the idea of spending time with me. I made him feel uncomfortable because I was just a little girl. Also, I hadn't lived with my mother for very long at that point, so I think he was still shocked that Monica could even have a daughter. I only moved in with my mother a couple months prior to this incident. Before that, I lived with my grandparents. However, my grandfather had a heart attack, which caused my mother to decide that having a child to take care of was too much for her parents to deal with.
The day that the two of us began the relationship that we share today was a couple of months later. I was, of course, over at Chandler's because my mother was on a date with Richard. Chandler was reading a magazine, while I was entertaining myself with their Super Nintendo. I was playing an NBA Playoff type game, and I was bored of playing against the system because it always beat me.
"Chandler?" I asked waiting for him to look up.
He didn't look up. "Yeah?"
"I'm bored playing against the stupid computer. It keeps beating me!"
He chucked at my comment and I continued, "Will you play me?"
"I don't know…" he began.
I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, and he unwillingly gave in, "Fine."
"Yay!" I cheered as I handed him the controller.
Five games later, I was winning four to one.
"Beat you again!" I bragged, as he threw down the controller in disgust.
"Ok, fine, you win," he relented and then continued, "I'm hungry, wanna go to dinner?"
"Where are we going?" I asked suspiciously, not wanting to eat any of that sophisticated food that my mother loves.
"Well, I'm no classy man…so how about McDonalds?"
"Yes!" I was ecstatic at his suggestion, because I rarely got to eat food like that. Instead, my mother would serve me weird fish and smelly cheeses. From then on, it became routine for Chandler to take me to McDonalds while babysitting me. Something else came out of that night, also, though. There was a great bond formed between two people. I don't know what I would've done without his love.
So, should I continue or is it not a good fic? I'm thinking that some people might not like that it's not from Monica or Chandler's points of views. I hope I'm wrong though. Ok, please leave a review, especially if u want me to continue. Thanks for reading!