Never and Always
A Mondler Fan-fiction
Disclaimer: I'd joke about owning F.R.I.E.N.D.S but seriously…that would only be in my dreams. The rights to the incredible show goes to Bright Kauffman Crane and Warner Brothers (Or to whomever it is due). Buuuut, if they were to give me my own Chandler Bing, I wouldn't complain.
This is a Chandler POV. I would say this is when Chandler and Monica are dating in secret, and have been for a few months. Sorry if this stinks, but it is my first, and I feel the need to create it to save this beautiful fandom that seems to be slowly disappearing. Please prove me wrong by reading this. Please, please, please, rate and review. I am a writer who has patches of muse then requires another push to keep moving. I know this is incredibly short, but maybe a good night's sleep and a stressful day of school will give me the muse to beef it up before I move onto the next chapter.
I clinch my eyes shut, desperate for the last shreds of my dream, my sleep. I don't know how I ended up like this, my sheets wrapped extremely tightly around my ankles, one of my arms splayed over my head, the other hanging over the side of the bed. If I wake up, it means I have to go to the job that I can't stand then live with the knowledge that none of my friends can remember, or for that matter, try to learn, what I do.
Sure, that doesn't seem so bad, but it is just the way of my incredibly twisted life. Everything adds up, you know? Great. Now I'm insane. I'm talking to myself as though I am speaking to another person…just wonderful. But I guess I am my only company so early in the morning…
The only bright spot of the day, apart from the sun…hey! That isn't so ba-yeah it is. Great, so apparently even I have my limits to jokes this early in the morning... Three freakin' O'clock. Back to what I was saying before, that way I don't go down that road of self-deprecating thoughts and comments. So, as I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself was that the one bright spot of my day is getting to see Monica…oh, Monica.
Her smile makes any and all pain go away, if only for a moment. But even that, that smile that drives me wild, crazy for her, is dangerous to us. If we ever let slip even a hint that we are together…well, our friends would know. We aren't ready for that. I know I am not ready to face Ross.
Sleep continues to evade me for who knows how long before I finally fall back asleep, thinking about Monica. Her smile, her eyes, her hair…everything about her is so perfect; and I am, well, me. There is no way this could possibly last…
But it had to…