You're Never Too Young-Chapter 10
~Hey, I don't have much to say. Just, here's chapter 10. Please read and review, and hopefully enjoy. Tankies :-)~
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them. *kicks Chandler's shoe away* Definitely don't own them. ;-)
On the next Saturday, Monica sat on Chandler's bed, and he stood in front of her. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, not knowing what to do or say. Finally, Chandler decided to break the silence.
"So…"
"Yeah?"
"Umm…"
"Why is this so awkward?"
Chandler rubbed his temples and then sat down on his bed next to Monica.
"I'm kinda new at this."
Monica laughed. "I hadn't noticed."
He looked her straight in the eyes and licked his lips. "Maybe we should…kiss?"
Monica smiled and nodded. Slowly, Chandler leaned in and began kissing her softly. After a few minutes, he moved his lips from hers and planted soft kisses up and down her neck. Then, he began to run his hands along her back, and she began giggling. Chandler sat up in alarm.
"What?"
"That tickles."
He laughed and laid back on his bed. "This isn't working."
"I know. Maybe we should get drunk," Monica joked, "That works for everyone else."
"Well, my mom does have enough liquor to drown the entire state of Rhode Island."
Monica smiled and leaned over him. "Maybe we should wait a little?"
Chandler sighed, relieved. "Yeah, good idea."
Chandler laid down, leaning his head up on the bed board, and Monica rested her head on his shoulder, completely contented. Chandler wrapped his arms around her as she listened to his steady breathing.
"Chandler?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you ever scared?"
"Scared? Of what?"
"Of growing up? Of having to leave the safety of your own home and jump into the real world?"
"Sometimes I am, yeah. Are you?"
"Always."
Chandler weaved his fingers through her dark hair softly. "Why?"
"I don't know. It's just a scary thought."
"You know, I don't know if this helps, but I'll always be there for you, no matter what."
Monica grinned. "Yeah, that helps."
"Good." Chandler paused. "Ya know, when I'm not afraid of going out on my own, I'm incredibly excited."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean I can be whatever I want to be!"
"What do you want to be?"
"I dunno."
Monica laughed and reached back to smack him playfully.
"But I mean thinking about it makes me feel so excited."
Monica nodded against his chest.
"It's gonna be less than a year for me."
"That's right, it is." Monica frowned.
Chandler noticed her anxiety and kissed her hair. "Babe, I won't go far, I swear. I'll be here every weekend. I could never be apart from you for longer."
She smiled, satisfied with his answer. Monica had begun to wonder what would happen to them when he went off to college. However, his words served to assure her that no matter what, Chandler wouldn't leave her.
Monica turned on her side and glanced at Chandler's alarm clock. "Oh shit!"
"What?"
"I have to get home! It's already past 12!"
Chandler shot up. "Aww, sweetie. I'm so sorry! I should've notic—"
"Don't worry about it," Monica said hastily.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," Monica replied distractedly as she threw on her shoes and sweater.
"Ok, then. I'll see you tomorrow night."
She stopped and pouted. "Not 'till tomorrow night?"
He smiled and rolled his eyes. "My dad's coming into town for a few days."
"Seriously? I didn't know that. Why didn't you tell me?"
Chandler shrugged. "I didn't think of it."
Monica gave him an unconvinced look and he sighed.
"I didn't want to talk about it."
"That sounds more like my Chandler."
"Your Chandler?" he wondered.
"Yeah…does that freak you out?" Monica asked, nervous that she just pushed him over the limit.
"It has a nice ring. I'm assuming that you're not my Monica though. I mean with all the feministic stuff going on."
"Aww, I'm your girlfriend, Monica."
Chandler shrugged, "Good enough."
She smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"You know, my girlfriend, Monica, is going to be even later now."
"Crap!" With that, she gave him one last peck on the lips and ran out of his house.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two minutes later, Monica ran up the outside stairs of her house breathlessly. She stood at the door and tried to gain her composure. Maybe her parents hadn't noticed that she was gone. Perhaps they figured that she had been in her room, and went to sleep. However, when she entered her house and saw both her parents sitting in the living room waiting for her, those thoughts left her mind.
"Monica," her mother stated firmly, "Do you know what time it is?"
Monica shuffled in her spot uneasily. "Umm…1 AM?"
"So, you do know?"
Monica looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry."
"Honey, we were worried about you," her father added sincerely.
"Were you out with that Chandler boy again?" her mother wondered angrily.
In a small voice, Monica answered, "Yes."
Judy turned to Jack angrily. "See, I told you that boy was nothing but trouble! Look what he's making Monica do!"
"He didn't make me do anything!"
"Monica, stay out of this." her mother replied.
Monica opened her mouth to protest, but then shut it at her mother's glare. She was supposed to stay out of her own business? Now she was beginning to see what Chandler meant by being excited to be out on his own.
"Monica," her mother stated sternly, "You're grounded for the next week. You are not to leave this house for anything besides for school, do you hear me?"
"And that means no bringing in anyone, either," Jack added.
"Okay." Dejectedly, Monica headed towards her room.
She plopped down on her bed as a few tears fell down her cheeks. Even though she had found a great boyfriend, her parents hated him. It seemed as if whatever she did, it was always wrong to her parents. She turned on her music and tried to drown out her thoughts, as she got ready for bed. For a moment, Monica thought to call Chandler. Then, she remembered that he had to meet with his father tomorrow. She didn't want to burden him with her problems when he had a fair share of his own on his mind. Instead, she turned out her lights and tried to forget her troubles and concern herself with Chandler instead.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That afternoon, Chandler pulled up to the small diner where he was supposed to meet his dad for lunch. He looked around for a few moments, and spotted his father sitting alone at a booth near the window. Grateful that his father was dressed normally, Chandler cautiously made his way towards the table. He had been quite frightened when he was younger and his dad showed up wearing dress and wig. Therefore, at the request of Nora, whenever his father saw him after that, he made sure to dress in men's' clothing.
"Dad," Chandler greeted deadpanned.
His father smiled and hugged him. "Chandler!"
Chandler sat across from his father, and they studied each other in silence for some time.
"You should pick something to eat," he informed his son.
"Right."
After their orders were taken, Charles looked back at his son and smiled.
"Wow, you're getting so old. Off to college soon, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. So, any idea of where you want to go yet?"
Chandler shrugged. "NYU."
"Nothing like a one track mind."
"Well, I don't want to go too far away."
"Really?"
"Yeah, well I…uh…need to be there for mom, ya know?"
"You're a good kid. But I know that's not all of it."
Chandler blushed and shook his head. "It's nothing."
"A girl?"
Chandler nodded.
"Who is she?"
"No one."
"Come on, you can't tell your old man?"
"Her name's Monica."
Charles nodded. "A pretty name."
"Yeah, that's why it suits her." Suddenly, Chandler blushed at his words.
"That's sweet. Just you sure you want to base your decision of where to go for college on a girl? I mean that is your future."
"I'm not basing my decision on her. I want to go to NYU. The fact that I can stay near Monica is just an added bonus."
"I just don't want you to do anything that you may end up regretting in the long-run."
"You should talk," Chandler mumbled.
"Oh my God, we are not going through this again!" Charles cried.
"I didn't say anything."
"Hey, you chose to stay in New York with your mother! You had the choice to move with me!"
"So I could watch my dad in a drag-queen show?" Chandler snipped, "Sorry, but that's not my idea of a good time!"
"What do you want from me?!"
Chandler shrugged. "Nothing anymore. It's too late to get anything from you."
Charles opened his mouth to reply, but Chandler had already risen from the table and was leaving the diner.
"Chandler!" his father called to the retreating figure.
Chandler just shook his head and walked out of the restaurant.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Later that afternoon, Monica wrapped the long phone cord around her body as she spoke with Phoebe and Rachel on the phone.
"So they just punished you?" Phoebe questioned.
Monica exhaled sharply. "Yep. But I mean I was late."
"Yeah, but only an hour! A week is so much!" Rachel complained.
"I know. Plus, Ross didn't get in trouble when he broke curfew last year after prom night."
"That's so unfair!" Phoebe complained.
"You're telling me."
"Does Chandler know yet?" Rachel wondered.
"No, he's out for the afternoon with his dad."
"Well, at least you'll see him in school," Phoebe reminded her.
"Yeah, I know, but still…" Monica frowned, "It's not the same."
"Aww…sweetie," cooed Rachel, "At least you have a boyfriend to miss."
Monica laughed and sat down on her bed. "You're right."
Suddenly, Monica heard her call waiting go off. "Hold on, you guys, other line."
"Wait, don't—"
Monica cut Rachel off and laughed, knowing that she had ruined their connection.
"Hello?"
"Mon?"
"Chander?" Monica detected urgency in his voice, "What's wrong."
"My dad."
"What happened?"
"It's nothing…it was just bad."
"Talk to me about it. Please?"
"Well, we got into a fight, that's all."
"What about?"
"Well, he…I dunno," Monica heard Chandler trail off and sniff.
"Chandler, I'm coming over, okay?"
"You don't have to."
"No, but I want to."
Before Chandler could answer, Monica hung up the phone and went downstairs. She looked around and saw Ross sitting at the kitchen table.
"Ross? Where'd mom and dad go?"
"Umm…dad's working and mom's…shopping."
"Oh, okay."
Monica walked casually up the stairs, in order to convince her brother that she was in her room. Then, she walked back down the stairs and sneaked by the kitchen, into the basement. After that, she left the house from the basement door.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Monica ran through the backyards of the houses to Chandler's. She didn't want to risk getting caught by her mother, and there was a chance that her mom would drive by and see her, if she walked in the front. When she got to Chandler's backyard, she jogged to the front and glanced around. She saw that there were no cars, so she hurried up the stairs and knocked. Immediately after she knocked, Chandler opened the door. Monica ran in, while looking over her shoulder. Convinced that no one had seen her, she closed the door and then gathered Chandler in her arms.
"I just hate him so much!"
Monica held him as Chandler bit his lip to keep from crying.
"What happened?"
"He—he wanted to make sure that I wasn't just staying in New York for you, and when I told him that I wasn't, he didn't believe me. He kept telling me that I shouldn't do something that I would regret one day and all I could think about was what he did. I mean doesn't he regret it?!"
"I bet he does, Chandler."
"I bet he doesn't."
Monica held Chandler's hand and looked him in the eyes. "Why do you think that?"
"If he really regretted it, wouldn't he come back?"
"Maybe he's ashamed of what he did."
"He should still come back."
"Sometimes shame can be the worst feeling to have."
"Well, what about feeling abandoned?"
"Sometimes shame can feel worse. I mean all eyes would be on him, watching him with scorn. It would probably become too much for him to live with."
Chandler sat down on the sofa and Monica joined him.
"I never thought of it that way." Chandler paused. "Ya know, he did offer me to go to Nevada with him before."
"But you didn't?"
"No. You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because I was too ashamed of him."
Monica nodded. "Well, I'm kinda glad you didn't move."
Chandler smiled broadly. "Me too. I can't imagine having to live life without you."
Monica smiled and blushed, "Right back at ya."
Chandler gazed at Monica for a few moments before he kissed her passionately.
"Thank you."
"No problem. I have to look out for my Chandler."
"I'm so glad I'm your Chandler. I love you."
"I love you, too," she told him as she leaned in for another kiss.
Chandler obliged and kissed her with both love and lust.
"Chandler," Monica whispered.
He stopped and looked into her eyes, noticing the desire mixing with the ocean blue.
"I want you."
"I want you, too," he said roughly as he lifted her up off her feet, and let his instincts take over.
~Ok, I know that it was very sappy, but I mean this entire series is very sappy, so I guess it's not much different. And okay, I know that I made Judy Geller a bit meaner than she may normally would be, but I mean it's my story, so I've got the power! U know what else I can do with power? Muhahahaha! Ok, please leave me a review, tankies very muchies!~