Under The Moon
A/N: Whenever you see ***, it is separating the present with the past. You'll catch on. I'll help you out on this one chapter, but it's easy This is, believe it or not, an A/U Chandler/Monica fic. It won't seem like it at first, and really, none of the other friends characters are featured. They may cameo later. It's a pretty sad story, based on the song "Under the Moon," by ICP. (Just read it, it's really actually good.)
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Lies. Lies were the reason he waits here. In this dark, cold, prison cell. Lies are the reason that his heart is in peices. Lies are the reason why he never understood why the pain that was caused by love grew so big that it truely drove someone insane.
Chandler leaned his head against the stone wall, staring up at the sky through the barred window. Darkness leaked in through the bars, and Chandler felt the hot, summer breeze against his already warm cheeks. Tears rolled down them. He knew she was out there. Where? He didn't know. All he had now was her picture that was torn and faded with the time he had spent in this cell. He usually kept it in the pocket of his orange jumper, next to his heart.
Chandler had spent 5 years in prison now. The reasons why he had thrown his life away led him no regrets. He would have done it all over again, had he been forced to relive it. Had he had the chance to go back in time, not one thing would be different. He did it for her.
"Dinner." The prison gaurd said emotionlessly. Chandler looked to him, making breif eye contact as the prison guard unlocked his cell. (Chandler had just been moved to maximum security.) "Stand up, 597." He added. Chandler stood, tucking the picture back away into his pocket. That was what he was known as. To the gaurds and police officers, he didn't have a name. He wasn't important enough to have a name. He was known as 597. Locked away for killing a man 5 years prior to now. A crime that Chandler would never deny that he commited.
The gaurd handed Chandler a styrofoam plate with what appeared to be food placed upon it. With it was a dixicup of water. Chandler studied it for a long moment. He pushed it away.
"Fine, have it your way." The guard's voice boomed before closing the door, leaving Chandler alone with only his thoughts to keep him company. It wasn't as if anyone else would.
"We'll always be together........." Her words echoed. They were still clear, as if they had just been spoken. There she was, right in front of him.
"Monica........." Chandler whispered. He knew that it was only an illusion, and that he really was truely alone. But he could still remember everything about her. Her body. Her voice. He could still smell her. Everything about her was still fresh in his memory, though it had been five years. He could still remember how he came to be in this place..........
*** (A/N: I told you I'd help you on this part. From here down, until you see *** again, it's Chandler's memory.)
Chandler was waiting in the hall next to her locker. Monica was going to be here soon enough. Chandler felt a jolt into his back. He turned around slowly.
"Hey loser." was the greeting he recieved from Kevin O'Neal, the star quarterback of Manchester High. Chandler didn't say anything back. He had already been warned by Monica to stay away from Kevin. Kevin was Monica's bitter ex boyfriend. It wasn't a surprise that Monica was one of the most popular girls in school, and you'd think that would change Chandler's reputation as well. However, Chandler was known as a punk kid who everyone judged right away. He was never even given a chance. People would tell Monica to break up with Chandler constantly, even if Chandler was standing right there.
"Hey, tell your dad to leave my poolboy alone." Kevin snickered.
"I would, but it's not my fault that your poolboy is your dad." Chandler snapped back, not even thinking. In response, Chandler got a punch to the lip.
"Kevin!" Monica screamed from down the hall. Kevin rubbed his knuckle, and walked off after pointing to Chandler.
"This isn't the end of this." He said before walking off. Monica made her way through the staring peers and to Chandler's side.
"Oh Chandler." She whispered, taking out a issue and placing it to his busted and bleeding lip. "I told you to stay away from Kevin........." She sighed sadly. Chandler sat up quickly.
"I'm sorry." He said quickly. Chandler had an 'I don't care about anything' attitude, at least one bigger than a 17 year old boy should have. That was how he made it through this school. The only person Chandler even cared about was Monica. Mostly because, Monica cared about him. Chandler wasn't afraid of dissapointing anybody, he was afraid of dissapointing Monica.
"Come on." She smiled. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Let's go."
Chandler was only seventeen, but he was in love. Monica seemed like a princess with everything good in her life, but really, it was an act. That was how Chandler and Monica connected. Chandler showed people that he had a hard life, and never hid from it. Monica had always wished that she had the courage to tell people about how her parents fought, about how poor she was, or even about how she had been adopted. But Monica had something inside of her that needed people to like her. She wore a fake smile and a cheerleading outfit to make up for that.
*** (A/N: And we're back to reality. R u catching on?)
"597!" The guard shouted. Chandler sat erect. "Lights out." the guard demanded. Chandler heard the loud click, as the lights went out, and all that was left was the lights that poured in from the moon.
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO
A/N: Whenever you see ***, it is separating the present with the past. You'll catch on. I'll help you out on this one chapter, but it's easy This is, believe it or not, an A/U Chandler/Monica fic. It won't seem like it at first, and really, none of the other friends characters are featured. They may cameo later. It's a pretty sad story, based on the song "Under the Moon," by ICP. (Just read it, it's really actually good.)
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Lies. Lies were the reason he waits here. In this dark, cold, prison cell. Lies are the reason that his heart is in peices. Lies are the reason why he never understood why the pain that was caused by love grew so big that it truely drove someone insane.
Chandler leaned his head against the stone wall, staring up at the sky through the barred window. Darkness leaked in through the bars, and Chandler felt the hot, summer breeze against his already warm cheeks. Tears rolled down them. He knew she was out there. Where? He didn't know. All he had now was her picture that was torn and faded with the time he had spent in this cell. He usually kept it in the pocket of his orange jumper, next to his heart.
Chandler had spent 5 years in prison now. The reasons why he had thrown his life away led him no regrets. He would have done it all over again, had he been forced to relive it. Had he had the chance to go back in time, not one thing would be different. He did it for her.
"Dinner." The prison gaurd said emotionlessly. Chandler looked to him, making breif eye contact as the prison guard unlocked his cell. (Chandler had just been moved to maximum security.) "Stand up, 597." He added. Chandler stood, tucking the picture back away into his pocket. That was what he was known as. To the gaurds and police officers, he didn't have a name. He wasn't important enough to have a name. He was known as 597. Locked away for killing a man 5 years prior to now. A crime that Chandler would never deny that he commited.
The gaurd handed Chandler a styrofoam plate with what appeared to be food placed upon it. With it was a dixicup of water. Chandler studied it for a long moment. He pushed it away.
"Fine, have it your way." The guard's voice boomed before closing the door, leaving Chandler alone with only his thoughts to keep him company. It wasn't as if anyone else would.
"We'll always be together........." Her words echoed. They were still clear, as if they had just been spoken. There she was, right in front of him.
"Monica........." Chandler whispered. He knew that it was only an illusion, and that he really was truely alone. But he could still remember everything about her. Her body. Her voice. He could still smell her. Everything about her was still fresh in his memory, though it had been five years. He could still remember how he came to be in this place..........
*** (A/N: I told you I'd help you on this part. From here down, until you see *** again, it's Chandler's memory.)
Chandler was waiting in the hall next to her locker. Monica was going to be here soon enough. Chandler felt a jolt into his back. He turned around slowly.
"Hey loser." was the greeting he recieved from Kevin O'Neal, the star quarterback of Manchester High. Chandler didn't say anything back. He had already been warned by Monica to stay away from Kevin. Kevin was Monica's bitter ex boyfriend. It wasn't a surprise that Monica was one of the most popular girls in school, and you'd think that would change Chandler's reputation as well. However, Chandler was known as a punk kid who everyone judged right away. He was never even given a chance. People would tell Monica to break up with Chandler constantly, even if Chandler was standing right there.
"Hey, tell your dad to leave my poolboy alone." Kevin snickered.
"I would, but it's not my fault that your poolboy is your dad." Chandler snapped back, not even thinking. In response, Chandler got a punch to the lip.
"Kevin!" Monica screamed from down the hall. Kevin rubbed his knuckle, and walked off after pointing to Chandler.
"This isn't the end of this." He said before walking off. Monica made her way through the staring peers and to Chandler's side.
"Oh Chandler." She whispered, taking out a issue and placing it to his busted and bleeding lip. "I told you to stay away from Kevin........." She sighed sadly. Chandler sat up quickly.
"I'm sorry." He said quickly. Chandler had an 'I don't care about anything' attitude, at least one bigger than a 17 year old boy should have. That was how he made it through this school. The only person Chandler even cared about was Monica. Mostly because, Monica cared about him. Chandler wasn't afraid of dissapointing anybody, he was afraid of dissapointing Monica.
"Come on." She smiled. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Let's go."
Chandler was only seventeen, but he was in love. Monica seemed like a princess with everything good in her life, but really, it was an act. That was how Chandler and Monica connected. Chandler showed people that he had a hard life, and never hid from it. Monica had always wished that she had the courage to tell people about how her parents fought, about how poor she was, or even about how she had been adopted. But Monica had something inside of her that needed people to like her. She wore a fake smile and a cheerleading outfit to make up for that.
*** (A/N: And we're back to reality. R u catching on?)
"597!" The guard shouted. Chandler sat erect. "Lights out." the guard demanded. Chandler heard the loud click, as the lights went out, and all that was left was the lights that poured in from the moon.
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO