TOW the Millionaire
Hey again people! Thanks so much for reviewing my last fic and keep it up please! Okay, so this is my answer to a request made a couple of months ago by Turkeylips (I'm not sure if this is quite what you had in mind, I tried it another way at first but it wasn't working so I started over…like five times) So newayz, this takes place when Monica's going out with Pete…end of season three-ish I'm pretty sure. I haven't seen this season for a long time, but I got online and kinda skimmed through the transcripts, so I have a pretty good idea…and that's all you really need to know. Oh yeah, characters aren't mine. If they were, do you really think I'd be writing here? And for free? When the people who play the characters I don't own are gonna make a million bucks an episode next season and I'm trying to save up enough money to buy a car that's a piece of crap? Um, sorry…I'm done now…please RnR!
Chandler sighed and sat down on Monica and Rachel's couch, picking up the remote and turning on the TV. He really wished Joey could pick quieter girls, if not for himself, then at least for Chandler.
When the door opened, Chandler turned around. "Hey," he smiled at Monica when she walked in.
"Hey," she half-smiled at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing the look on her face.
"Pete broke up with me," she answered, obviously holding back tears.
"Oh, Mon…" Chandler got up and went to hug her. "You okay?" he asked, hugging her. Monica just shook her head against his chest, so he still held her, kissing her hair. She pulled back a little, and he saw the tears running down her cheeks. He gently wiped them off before kissing her forehead, then where the tears had been and continued to fall.
He puled back to look at her before kissing her again, this time on the lips. He was surprised when she didn't pull away and even more surprised when she kissed back, and what started out as a slow, soft kiss soon became wildly making out. Chandler slowly pulled away, ginning as he opened his eyes.
"Mom?!"
~*~
Chandler jerked awake, sitting up in bed, breathing heavily. 'God, not again,' he thought, falling back onto his pillows. He'd go through periods of time where he'd dream about Monica, always feeling guilty for thinking of her like that.
Of course, that night's dream had been a little too serious. Or at least it had been until his mom showed up. Usually the dreams consisted of wild sex, either on the kitchen table, balcony, bathroom at Central Perk...there'd even been an incident on the subway.
But all those dreams he could easily brush off, given that he'd also had the same dreams about Yasmine Bleeth, the girl at the copy place, and any other random girl. But tonight…
Tonight, there was something else there.
~*~
"And then he's like 'What wall?'" Phoebe finished telling a joke, making everyone, minus Chandler, burst out laughing. "Hey, Chandler," Phoebe turned to him, "Earth to Chandler…"
"Huh, what?" he snapped back to reality.
"You okay?" Monica asked.
"Yeah, um, just tired," he said, only really half-lying. He'd been watching Monica and Pete sitting on the couch at the coffeehouse. Pete's arm was around her, and he couldn't figure out why that drove him crazy all of the sudden.
"You sure?" she asked, concerned.
"Yeah," he smiled.
"Mon, we'd better get going if we're going to make dinner," Pete looked down at his watch.
"Okay. Where are we going again?" Monica stood up.
"I was thinking Italian," he helped her put her jacket on.
"By that you don't mean Rome again, do you?"
Pete laughed, "No, that was when I was still trying to impress you…so I was thinking more like that place down the street…"
Monica just laughed, "Okay," she smiled, turning around to her friends, "Bye, guys."
"Bye, Mon."
"Have fun."
~*~
"Almost as good as actually being in Italy," Pete smiled, walking Monica to her door.
Monica smiled back, "Yeah." Pete laughed, gently kissing her on the lips. After a few seconds, the kiss deepened, and Monica reached behind her for the doorknob, still kissing.
Once they were inside, Pete pulled back. "Hi."
Monica turned around to see who he'd said hi to.
"Hi," Chandler shut off the TV and stood up from the couch. "I'm just gonna go…" he said uncomfortably, walking past them and out the door.
"So, do your friends actually have their own homes?" Pete asked.
"Yeah, but you'd never know it."
"Okay…now back to where we left off…" he leaned in to kiss her again.
~*~
If just seeing Pete with his arm around Monica had driven Chandler crazy, he had no idea what to call what he felt when he saw them kissing…and it was nothing compared to the feeling he got when he started thinking what they were probably doing after he left.
But he had no clue why he'd feel that way. He'd seen her with a lot of boyfriends, he'd seen her kiss lots of guys, hell, he'd even walked in on her having sex on the couch once and none of that had ever bothered him.
So why did this bother him?
Chandler walked into his room, slamming the door behind him. He wasn't sure what was causing the feeling he'd gotten all of a sudden, but he was pretty sure he knew what the feeling was.
He was jealous.
~*~
Chandler sighed and sat down on Monica and Rachel's couch, picking up the remote and turning on the TV. When the door opened, Chandler turned around. "Hey," he smiled at Monica when she walked in.
"Hey," she half-smiled at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing the look on her face.
"Pete broke up with me," she answered, obviously holding back tears.
"Oh, Mon…" Chandler got up and went to hug her. "You okay?" he asked, hugging her. Monica just shook her head against his chest, so he still held her, kissing her hair. She pulled back a little, and he saw the tears running down her cheeks. He gently wiped them off before kissing her forehead, then where the tears had been and continued to fall.
He pulled back to look at her before kissing her again, this time on the lips. He was surprised when she didn't pull away and even more surprised when she kissed back, and what started out as a slow, soft kiss soon became wildly making out. Chandler slowly pulled away ginning as he opened his eyes. "I love you, Mon," he whispered.
Monica didn't say anything. Instead, she blankly stared at him before walking away.
Chandler tried to call out to her, but couldn't speak, so he had to just watch her walk away.
~*~
Once again, Chandler jerked awake, sitting up suddenly. He closed his eyes, letting himself fall back onto his pillows and pulling his blanket up over his head.
This was so much worse than he'd thought.
~*~
Chandler walked into Monica and Rachel's the next morning, relieved when he saw that Phoebe was the only one there.
"Hey," she smiled when he came in.
"Hey," he sat down in the chair next to her. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay, um…are dreams always about what they're about?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well…like, is what happens in a dream always what you want to happen in real life?"
"Subconsciously, maybe. Or something you're subconsciously afraid will happen…and sometimes objects and people symbolize something other than what they really appear to be."
"Huh," Chandler looked at her, "Well, could a person symbolize themself?"
"Yeah," Phoebe took a drink of her coffee, "Why?"
"Oh, um, no reason really, I've just had the same really weird dream two nights in a row, that's all."
"Oh! A recurring dream! That's a whole other story!" Phoebe said excitedly as she started to explain it.
~*~
"Hello, children," Chandler walked into Monica and Rachel's apartment later that day to find only Monica. "Or maybe just child…" he smiled at her.
"Hey, your chin went bald," she said, noticing that his goatee was gone and running her fingers over his chin. He flinched at her touch, slightly uncomfortable around her after the past couple days. Monica noticed, but brushed it off, thinking that maybe she'd just imagined it.
"So how was your day?" Monica asked as Chandler moved to go sit down on the couch.
"Eh, you know," he shrugged.
Monica to sit by him, but when she leaned up against him he moved away and stood up. Monica just looked up at him, visibly hurt. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, um, fine, I just remembered I was supposed to be somewhere," he left, leaving Monica hurt and confused.
~*~
Chandler walked out of her apartment, feeling guilty for just leaving, especially after seeing how hurt she was when he kept moving away from her touch. He was so confused, not having a clue as to what he was feeling for Monica all of a sudden or why. But he did know the way to stop himself from thinking about it.
Get drunk.
~*~
"This seat taken?" a woman asked Chandler as he finished his…well, he wasn't really sure what drink he was on, there'd been a lot. Chandler just shook his head. "Hi, I'm Jill," she smiled and he looked up at her.
"Chandler," he smiled slightly back before going back to staring at the bar counter. He'd been wrong, he was still thinking about Monica after how many drinks.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" she finally asked.
"Excuse me?" he looked up, not really hearing what she'd just asked.
"I just…have we met before?"
Chandler looked at her a few seconds before saying anything, "Jill…" he thought. "Wait, you're Jill Goodacre, right?"
She nodded, slightly embarrassed, "Victoria's Secret?"
Chandler laughed, "Um, do you remember the blackout a couple years ago…the whole city had no power…"
"ATM vestibule, you choked on your gum," she laughed and Chandler nodded, going back to staring at his glass. "Hey, are you okay?"
Chandler shrugged, "Why?"
"Because you look like something's wrong."
"Well," Chandler started, "There's this girl and…never mind, you probably don't wanna hear it."
"Yeah, I do!" she assured him, " and my friends say I give really good advice…so if you need any…" she smiled at him.
Chandler sighed, playing with his glass. "Okay," he finally started, explaining everything about Monica and what he'd been feeling lately. "And I don't know what to do! And…I just…I think I'm falling for her," he added, quietly, "and this is just the worst timing! Although I doubt there really could be good timing for the two of us…"
"Do you think she feels the same about you?"
"No," he stated, "I mean, I seriously doubt it…and don't tell me the only way I'll find out for sure is if I tell her my feelings because there's no way in hell that's ever gonna happen. The same thing just happed with two of my best friends. He liked her, she eventually found out, they dated, he thought they were 'on a break' because of a fight, he slept with someone else, they broke up, now they can hardly stand to be in the same room as each other," he finished, "and I couldn't take that happening with us…plus, she probably doesn't feel the same about me…"
"I might know of another way to find out if she has any feelings for you without asking her."
"What?"
"Try and make her jealous. You said you realized your feelings because you were jealous, so maybe if she was jealous of you…"
"What?" Chandler asked again.
"Just…okay, here's what we can do. We'll just pretend we're dating and try and make her jealous!"
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Um, not that much, well, maybe, but I just broke up with my boyfriend and I wouldn't mind pissing him off by dating someone else."
"Oh, so we both win," Chandler laughed, pausing to think. "Ya know, I'll probably regret this tomorrow…but okay. I'll do it."
Jill jumped out of her seat and threw her arms around Chandler, hugging him. "Okay, so here's my number," she grabbed an unused napkin and scribbled it down, handing it to him. "And sorry, but I have to go now," she gave him a quick kiss before getting up to leave, "Bye," she smiled as she walked away.
"Bye," Chandler watched her walk out the door, wondering what he'd just got himself into.
~*~
Chandler went to open the door to his apartment, but paused, deciding to go apologize to Monica for earlier. "Hey, Mon?" he walked into her apartment.
"Hey," Monica said, turning off the TV when he walked in, but not turning around.
"Can we talk?" he asked, but then noticed that Monica was crying. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I think Pete's breaking up with me."
"Why?"
"Because…he's out of town for the next two weeks…but he called yesterday…and he said that, that when he gets back 'we need to talk'…nothing good ever follows 'we need to talk.'"
"Oh, Mon," Chandler walked over to hug her. She was still on the couch, turned around facing the door and Chandler was behind it, so they hugged with the couch between them.
"Have you been drinking?" they both asked at the same time after they pulled away.
Monica nodded, "not close to enough, though."
Chandler just laughed, "Yeah, me, too," he walked around the couch, and just as Monica was about to ask what his reason for drinking was, he tripped, falling onto the couch and pinning Monica beneath him. Monica started laughing at how stupid he'd looked when he fell.
"Didn't drink enough?" she laughed, causing Chandler to laugh, too. After a few minutes, they both stopped laughing, noticing the awkward position they were in. Chandler was still on top of her, his leg between hers, their faces just inches apart. They lay there, staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever.
The next thing Chandler knew, they were kissing. He wasn't even sure who initiated it, or if she was kissing him because of Pete or the alcohol or both…but he did know one thing.
In the small possibility that this was real life and not just another dream, he was going to make the most of it…and there was no way he was about to stop it.
Soo….is it another dream…or real life? And should I continue it? I know this wasn't my best, but it'll get better…so please review!!! Thanks : )