Disclaimer ~ I own nothing on Friends apart from any kids that may or may not come later.
A/N-I know the title is a title of a Barry White Song, but I thought it would go well. This isn't going to be one of those really "all it is is sex" stories, so most people can read them legally. (Lol.) I'm not going to tell you anything, just work it out-it's pretty easy. It's a story from Monica's POV.
June 14th 1994
Dear Diary,
Some people find it really hard to meet people of the opposite sex, and to fall in love. I'm one of them. In all my 25 years of life, I've had no more than 2 serious boyfriends, one of whom I broke up with about two months ago. His name was Richard. I was crazy about him. He was so handsome. So smart. He was an eye doctor. I always looked up to him. He cared for me so much-he was almost like a father to me.
Instead of having a boyfriend, I have 4 great friends, one of whom is my brother, Ross. The others are Phoebe, Rachel and Joey-well, Joey is a good friend, but you can never be serious with him.
I live with Rachel, who is going out with my brother, Ross. We share an apartment. I lived there with Phoebe until about 3 weeks before Rachel ran out of her wedding and came to find me. Phoebe got an apartment very near to my brother Ross. If Rachel and I look out the window, we can see Ross's apartment. He mucks about when he sees us. We laugh. Once we tricked him into believing we were watching, but in fact they were just cardboard cutouts.
Ross is a great brother. He helped me, and so did Rachel and the others, when I broke up with Richard. I dumped him. Don't listen to what anyone else says. I was fed up-he didn't want children. I do.
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June 16th 1994
Dear Diary,
Rachel and I were cleaning the kitchen. Rachel was complaining that no matter where she put things back, it was always the wrong place. After a while I just pretended to listen, and nodded at the right places.
Ross came in, a huge grin on his face. 'Guess what?' he asked.
Rachel looked up. 'You got that job at the museum?' she asked.
'Yeah, I did actually, but that's not what it was,' he said. 'Do you remember Chandler?'
A huge smile crept over my face. I remembered Chandler all right. I looked over to Rachel, and the exact same smile was on her face. 'Who, Sir Limpsalot?' she giggled. I nodded.
Ross laughed too. 'Yeah him. The one you amazed when you lost weight.'
I frowned. That was the bit I didn't like to remember. I felt such a fool, having to impress him. It was as if I was doing what he wanted. I shouldn't have cared what I looked like. True, I'm happy now that I've lost weight, and true, in a way I was paying him back when I cut off his toe-well, the tip of it. But it seemed so silly, and not needed.
'Yes,' I said, scrubbing.
'He's moving in with Joey. I met Chandler in the city a couple of months ago when I was out with Joey, and we became really good mates. Joey seemed to get along with him anyway. Then, when Chandler announced he needed to move, because of his work, Joey offered to let him stay with him, for as long as he needed. Chandler was extremely pleased.'
I stopped, aghast. Chandler was going to be moving OPPOSITE ME! Oh, it would be so humiliating, having to see him every day and know that he didn't really want to see me. 'Gr...Great,' I said, trying to be enthusiastic, but failing.
'What's wrong Monica?' asked Ross.
'Does he know I live here?' I asked, knowing the answer.
'No. I thought it would be fun for him to "meet the neighbours" and realise it's you!' He laughed, and walked out.
I sat down heavily on the couch. 'I don't believe it!' said Rachel, sitting down beside me. 'He could have told him! When he sees us he'll run a mile!'
I knew she was trying to make me laugh. It worked. 'Yeah, let's have some fun of our own,' I said, plotting.
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June 17th 1994
Dear Diary,
Joey came in the next day. 'He's here!' he announced.
I was sitting reading a book. 'Great!' I said, laughing. Joey looked confused, but went back to his place.
The thing I don't like about Joey's place is that he has a chicken-and a duck. He loves them to bits. The chick is really cute, as it's still young, but I can't abide ducks. They quack too loudly.
'Right Rachel, you know what to do, don't you?' I asked. Rachel nodded, and went over to Joey's apartment. I stayed behind, waiting. Rachel was going to go and see Chandler, and say: "Hi, my name is Geraldine Roberts and I live across the hall with my friend Gerry Matthews. Please come over and introduce yourself to her-she's been dying to meet you." If he recognised Rachel-which he wouldn't, as she was wearing a blonde wig and sunglasses-then he obviously wouln't come, and it wouldn't work.
I was wearing a red long wig, and tinted glasses. I was also wearing a long flowing dress, and I was going to talk with an accent. Then we would reveal who we really were and hopefully he would laugh. I waited in the kitchen.
There was a knock, and Rachel's voice rang out: 'Gerry! He is here! Please open the door!'
I giggled, and opened the door. Standing next to Rachel was a much older version of the Chandler I remembered, and much cuter. He had short brown hair, and looked really sweet, with puppy dog eyes, as we called them.
'Hallo!' I said, trying not to laugh. 'Yo mast be the new lad!'
Chandler looked scared and Rachel burst out laughing. He looked at her in surprise. 'Who is this, Geraldine?' he asked. 'Is this Gerry?'
She shook her head. 'I don't know who Gerry is,' she said. Chandler looked extremely confused, and glanced back at his front door. I couldn't take it any more, and I tore off the wig.
He gaped. 'Monica?' he asked at last.
Rachel took off her wig. 'Rachel?' he asked.
'Yep!' I giggled.
Chandler smiled broadly and gave us both a friendly kiss. 'I never guessed. I haven't seen you for...'
'6 years,' I said. '1988.'
'Really? I've only just met Ross again,' he said.
'Well, do you two wanna come over later? You and Joey?' I asked.
'Well, I can, but Joey is doing an audition for a commercial,' he said, then whispered: 'Is he always that bad an actor?'
I laughed. 'No,' I said, but my eyes obviously said: 'Yes.'
'Well, I don't think I can make it tonight either!' said Rachel. 'Ross is taking me and Phoebe to the theatre. He was gonna take Joey too, but he can't because of the audition.'
'What about me?' I asked.
Rachel laughed. 'It was supposed to be "Couples only,"' she said. I nodded, understanding.
I was just about to say maybe we should do it tomorrow, when Chandler said: 'So I guess it's just you and me.'
I couldn't really say no, so I just nodded. 'I'll see you later,' I said, as he walked out the door. He waved, then went.
'He totally fancies you,' said Rachel as soon as he closed the door.
I sighed. 'I totally fancy him,' I admitted.
Rachel stared at me like I was mad.
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June 18th 1994
Dear Diary,
I'm still thinking about what happened about two hours ago. It was so...great. Well, read what happened.
It was six o'clock. I was watching TV, waiting for Chandler and the Pizza Guy, and there was a knock. Rachel was just brushing her hair in her bedroom, waiting for Ross. I thought that was probably him, so I called out: 'Come in.'
It was Chandler. He wasn't dressed up, it didn't even look like he'd shaved, but he looked so cute and adorable I practically melted. This had never happened to me before, not even with Richard.
'Hey,' he said, in a friendly manner. 'The pizza's here.'
I got up and went to pay for the pizza, and Rachel came bustling out of her room. 'Hey honey I'm... oh it's you, sorry,' she said, obviously also thinking it had been Ross.
'What gave me away?' he asked, laughing. Rachel laughed too, and whispered to me: 'Man he's cute! Get him while you can!'
'Rachel!' I exclaimed. He looked up from a photo he was looking at-of me. 'Umm...Rachel! You're gonna be late!' I said quickly.
'Oh, well, he's picking me up,' she reminded me quietly. Chandler smiled.
I blushed, and sat down on the sofa. I'd already paid for a movie-yet I couldn't remember which one I'd picked. I don't think I knew when I did it.
Rachel swept off as soon as Ross came, giving me "looks" and I blushed again. I couldn't believe it. I never usually blush.
'The Lion King?' he asked. I gasped, horrified.
'Oh dear!' I said. 'Maybe we should rent a movie instead.'
'Good idea,' he said. 'I'll get my coat.'
'Hadn't we better eat the pizza first?' I said.
He thought. 'I know,' he said. 'If we take the pizzas with us, I can drive us there, we can get a movie, sit in the park, then come back and watch the film.'
'Yeah,' I agreed. 'OK.'
We got the pizzas and went downstairs. Then we realised that the video shop wasn't that far away, so we walked, talking about our past. 'My dad's gay,' he admitted. I stifled a giggle. 'You can laugh,' he said, smiling. 'I think it's funny now. Of course, I didn't at the time that he left us.'
'No,' I said. 'That must have been really hard.'
He looked down at me. I had subconsciously put my arm round his waist. I took it away quickly, and turned away. Then I felt his arm go round my waist. It was comfortable. I let it stay there, and soon my arm went back round his waist.
'Are you cold?' he asked.
'Not really,' I said.
'Because, if you were I could put both my arms round you.'
I laughed, and so did he. We looked like two friends joking around, but I was sure we both felt something else.
We reached the video store. He stayed outside with the pizzas, and I quickly chose a soppy video. I knew, deep down, we probably wouldn't watch it.
'What did you get?' he asked, as I went out. I showed him the video, and he laughed. 'I've never heard of it,' he said.
We walked back towards the apartments. His arm was round my waist again, but it felt more like as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, instead of a friendly hug.
When we got to Central Park, we went and found a bench and sat and talked more. He was talking really easily, and so was I-as if I was talking to Joey or Ross. Then...
It was very slow, as if in slow motion. His arm went round my body and he kissed me. I didn't stop it, and we were kissing. Then I did stop, and I started to cry. I cried into him, as he drew me close and started saying: 'Monica? What's wrong?'
He felt so warm, comforting-everything a girl could wish for. I looked up at him, and cried more. He gave me a hug, and told me to tell him everything.
'It's...it's...' I couldn't get the words out. When I was dating Richard, I thought I would marry him. But here I was, on a park bench, with a man who I hardly knew, and I had just kissed him passionately. It didn't seem-right, somehow.
I managed to tell him, and he listened silently. Then he looked at me.
'Monica, I think I really like you. And I know you really like me.'
I was curious. Where was this going?
'But from what you've told me, you're never going to get back with Richard. And if you don't want to be with me, then I hope I can be your good friend. But please tell me you want to be with me.'
He kissed me again.
'I...I would rather be with you,' I said. I kissed him this time, and then stopepd. 'Let's go back to the appartment,' I said.
We got up and walked back.
When we got to my apartment, it was obvious Rachel wasn't back yet. We went into my bedroom.
'Monica,' he said, when he sat down. 'I have to tell you something.'
'What?' I asked.
'You're the first "serious" girlfriend I've evr had.'
'I didn't say it was serious,' I laughed. He smiled, and started kissing me. We laid back on the bed and at last I really got a taste of heaven.
(A/N: I'm not going to go into details because it's not that kind of fanfiction where they can't keep their hands off each other.)
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June 19th 1994
Dear Diary,
I was sitting on the sofa, reading my book. I love reading. For some reason it soothes me, especially if I read love stories. Two hands covered my eyes.
'Guess who?' said Chandler.
'The Pope?' I asked.
He laughed and uncovered my eyes. He came and sat next to me. 'What'ya reading?' he asked.
'Umm... "The Secret Garden,"' I said.
'Oh-by that Burnett woman?'
'Yeah!' I said. 'Have you read it then?'
He shook his head. 'My mum told me to, when I was younger,' he said. 'I didn't.'
'By the way, that was great last night,' I said.
He grinned. 'I meant it, you know. I've only had sex one other time. You must think I'm weird.'
'No.'
'How many times have you?' he asked.
'Chandler!' I said, and I hit him on the head with my book.
'Umm...what I was going to ask you was, aren't you worried that you might be pregnant?' he asked.
I laughed. 'If I am, you're helping me look after it.'
'I will. I love you, you know,' he said. I groaned. 'Don't do that,' I said.
'Why won't you say that you love me?' he asked, getting a bit cross. I sighed. 'Look, Chandler, I don't know, ok? I have really strong feelings for you, you know that, don't you?'
'I know!'
'What?' I asked.
'Let's play this game Phoebe was telling me about. You ask questions, and you have to say the first thing you think of.'
I was reluctant but to please him I said: OK.'
'Great.' He turned round so he was sitting cross-legged on my couch. 'Heads or Tails?'
'Tails.'
'Cats or dogs?'
'Dogs.'
'Right or left?'
'Left.'
'Who would you rather date: me or Richard?'
'You.'
'Do you love me?'
'Yes. Oh!'
He smiled triumphantly. I honestly hadn't said that to please him. Obviously I loved him. I realised that, as I'd said it, I felt a happy bone in me. A few hundred happy bones, actually.
'You love me!' he gasped. 'Should we tell the others about "us?"
'Strange,' I said. 'I always thought it would be me being happy that the other person loved me.' (A/N: Going back to the Turkey incident.)
He looked at me.
'What did you say?' I asked, shaking my head.
'Shall we tell the others about us?' he asked.
'Yes!' I said. We kissed.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Next time on Friends:
(parts of speech that will be in it.)
I saw Ross's face first. He looked confused, happy, and amazed all in one.
'Why didn't you tell me first? I'm your best friend!' yelled Rachel.
'So, are you pregnant or not?' he asked, obviously hoping the answer would be I am pregnant. I looked up and said:
LOOK OUT FOR THE NEXT PART COMING SOON.
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