A Story of Love: C&M sequel
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Chapter 2- What a Coincidence!
Chandler sat on his couch with his head down. It was over. Everything was over. Monica was not his anymore, and there was no uncertainty anymore. He knew that she wasn't his. Chandler didn't know what to do anymore. He didn't want to cry over this. He wasn't the kind of guy to cry over anything. Chandler thought about wearing his sweats, but she didn't dump him, and they were barely together, so that was out of the question. Chandler thought about what he would normally do. He didn't know. It had been an extremely long time since he had had a romance with anyone. Chandler finally got an idea to help him feel better. He got off the couch, took his coat off the hook and hurriedly left the apartment.
He walked down the street looking at the world surrounding him. Couples everywhere. What was this saying? That everyone can be happy but him? Seeing people in love made Chandler feel even worse. This was saying that they were aloud to be happy, and he wasn't. Chandler stopped in front of a very old looking broken down building. When he walked inside, he knew that these people weren't like him at all, but Chandler was too depressed to care. He was in the ugliest bar that anyone could ever be in. It was dark, and smokey. He noticed that some areas were missing walls, and he could have sworn that he had stepped on a rat. Again all Chandler wanted to do was get drunk because at least then the pain would stop.
"Can I help you, sir?" The bartender asked gesturing for Chandler to have a seat.
"Yeah, anything strong. How about dry whiskey?"
"Coming right up! May I ask what is bothering you?" The man asked.
"You guys really do like to hear about our depressive lives don't you?. Have you ever been in love?" Chandler asked waiting for his drink.
"Love? Too many times my friend." The man said handing Chandler his drink.
"I mean real love. You know the kind that makes you want to commit."
"Ah, the big C word. No, I can't say I have. Did a woman reject you?"
"No, geography did."
"You lost me sir."
Chandler finished his first shot and asked for more. He needed more. He body was begging to feel happy as was his heart. Chandler kept talking to the bartender about all of his troubles with Monica. He went on about the plan right to the goodbye. This was the first time Chandler had ever opened up to a stranger, but the alcohol did help him. Chandler kept drinking until he noticed about 20 empty glasses in front of him. Chandler felt so relieved that he even began to joke again. " I should go home; I need my beauty rest." Chandler slurred as he lifted his alcohol filled body off the stool. "Would you look at that? The room is spinning. He he he," Chandler laughed and tried walking. "Since when did walking become so damn hard," Chandler slurred as he wobbled toward the door. "Tthannk youuuu shiiiiiiiiiir," with saying that Chandler left the bar and walked down the street. "Hello ladies!" Chandler said at some ladies that were walking toward him. "How about you and me have sommmee fuunnnn hahaha." The girls just ignored him. "Doonnn't caall meee, I'lll caall youuu!" Chandler slurred and kept walking toward his building. "Hooomme is heree!" Chandler tried to skip inside but his body wouldn't let him, and he fell to the ground. "Woowwie! Now, that was a ride!" Chandler slowly lifted himself off the ground and walked toward the elevator. He finally got up to his floor and walked to his apartment door. "I reeally have a niiice plaacee," when he went to put the key in the door, his body took over and he blacked out. His body fell to the floor in a deep unconscious sleep.
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Joey walked out of the elevator whistling in happiness. He was liking it here. It was even better than LA. Joey walked to the door and saw Chandler laying unconsciously on the floor. This can't be good, he thought. "Chandler! Wake up!" He whispered.
"5 more minutes," Chandler said in his sleep.
"Chandler! Get you ass up now!!" Joey yelled.
"Ahhhhhhh...my head is spinning," Chandler said looking up at Joey.
"Well, look at you, passed out right by the door. What happened?"
"Went to a bar, talked about Monica, and got drunk. That's all I really remember." Chandler said trying to stand up although his body still didn't have the strength.
"Whoa, let me help you pal. What were you doing getting drunk?" Joey asked concerned.
"Umm..I think there is no more Monica. We decided nothing was going to happen."
"Lets get inside, and I'll make you some coffee. And, dude! Take a shower. Whew!" Joey said holding his nose.
"I don't smell anything!"
"Just trust me. You have to be at work in an hour! Come on."
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Chandler walked into his office with his head feeling like it got hit by a bulldozer about fifty times. Chandler took a seat and ran his hands through his hair. This was going to be a long day; he could feel it. Chandler turned on his computer and started typing in numbers.
"Hey, Chandler! The boss wants to see you."
"What does he want? I've been in on time all this week."
"I don't know; I am just the messenger."
"As the messenger, you should deliver a longer message. Now, excuse me while I talk to the boss."
"Yes, sir."
Chandler was unsure about what the boss wanted to talk to him about. Chandler had been a better person to the employees, and he was coming to work every day and would still occasionally work overtime. Chandler was proud of the work he was doing. "Um..sir, you wanted to see me."
"Well, Bing, there is a problem with the ANUS in Illinois. We need you there."
"When? Where? Why?"
"Whoa, son too many questions. Apparently, the workers didn't know how to use the ANUS, so they had messed it up somehow. It's an accounting building in Chicago, and I already have a rented car for you, a hotel room, and a plane ticket. You'll leave tomorrow morning at seven, and I don't know how long it will take, but the sooner the better! Now, leave; I have some work to do!"
"Yes, sir! I'll see you in a few weeks then."
"The sooner the better like I said, Bing. You are valuable to this company, and we need you here."
Chandler walked out of his boss' office. Chandler thought about how weird this was. There were so many places, but Chicago was the place that needed help. Chandler thought about how big the city was and knew that any chance of seeing Monica would be rare. He knew that if he told her he was going, they could meet up, but Chandler thought about how wrong that was. It was over, and just because he would be near her for a few weeks didn't mean that he had to talk to her.
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Monica sat in her apartment watching love stories and eating chocolate. She wanted to pick up the phone and call Chandler, but she knew that option was out of the question. Monica was watching You've got mail. These people were happy with not knowing each other, right? This was now the third time Monica was watching this video today. She just kept rewinding it and playing it over and over again. Love was tricky, but once you had it, it was amazing and worth the fight. Monica looked over at the clock and it read that it was three in the afternoon. This is just great, she thought. She's been eating and sulking since eight in the morning. It was time to burn off some calories. She stopped the movie, cleaned up the mess she created, fixed herself up, and was out the door.
Monica walked past her restaurant; she at least had one thing that she could call hers. Monica kept walking trying to burn off all of the ice cream and chocolate that she had filled her stomach with. She thought about running, but she didn't feel like getting a cramp so she stuck to walking. Monica walked behind this guy that looked a lot like Chandler. The walk, the hair, the build, and even the suit. She walked a little faster catching up to this man that took her breath away. She tapped him on the shoulder. "Chandler? Is that you?" The man turned around and looked nothing like Chandler from the front. He had different features and the eyes just weren't the same. "I am so so sorry. I thought you were somebody else." Monica apologized.
"I can be who you want me to be," the man said flirtatiously.
"That's ok; I'm fine!" Monica said and walked away.
Monica felt embarrassed. Everyone looked like Chandler, and he didn't even live here. He was probably in a different time zone. Monica looked around, and looked at all the men around her. They all resembled Chandler in some way. Mostly hair because his hair style was becoming. One man took her breath away. He was walking into her accounting building where she handled her annual budgets for her restaurant. Now that guy looked a lot like Chandler, she thought. She looked at him again and her heart stopped. That was Chandler. Chandler was here. She knew that she was imagining him everywhere she went, but this time, she was absolutely sure. " Chandler!" she yelled. "Chandler Bing!" The man turned around and looked at her. Monica didn't care what people thought. She ran to him as fast as she could. "It's you, it's really you!"
Chandler walked to her and smiled. Just to see her again made him the happiest man alive. "Monica?"
To be continued- maybe!(your choice...did you like it or not?)
No one seems interested in this series, so I don't know if I will continue it. If you think it's pure slush than you are wrong because I don't write slush too often...I'm am not a slushy kind of person! Anyway, sorry again Liz for not telling you, but this time you couldn't get on the net to be told! Luv ya!
Steph :)