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Disclaimer: Haven't we been over this? Not mine.

The best thing for him to do, his friends decided, was to move out of his house. Chandler thought that this was a ridiculous idea.

"Why should I move out? I have this great house, it's in a great part of town," he argued.

"Chandler," his friend Phoebe said. "It's full of memories."

"But" Chandler had started, but Phoebe held up her hand.

"Move in with Joey," she said firmly. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. Move in with Joey. Move on with your life.

So that was why he was trudging boxes up the steps to his new apartment. Well, Joey's apartment, which was now his. What a change from his house with his wife. Instead of a dining room table, there was instead a foosball table, and instead of a couch and a loveseat, there were two Barcaloungers, one apparently named Rosita. It was a whole new world for Chandler.

And one, he was begrudgingly beginning to accept, that didn't include his wife and son.

She had moved on. She was dating a new guy named Derrick, and it made Chandler wonder if this Derrick had been there all along. Was that why she finally got the courage to leave? Was that why she moved to Chicago? For Derrick, who didn't have a last name, and as far as Chandler was concerned, didn't have one redeeming quality about him?

Chandler would have asked her, if he was talking to her. Instead their conversations were mostly one worded.

"Is Henry there?" Chandler would ask.

"Yes, hold on," and she would go find his son and hand the phone to him so that he and Chandler could talk. Well, hold as much of a conversation as someone could with a four-year-old. And then Chandler would have to go and he would tell Henry how much he loved him and how he was going to see him soon.

God, Chandler hated this. And in turn, hated her for doing this. It just wasn't fair. And every time he would say something to that effect, Phoebe would come back with the clichéd,

"Life's not fair." No, Chandler thought, it's not. But it should be. And why couldn't it be fair for him just this once?

He had a wife, a son, a great house, and he was happy. He had been happy, hadn't he? Hadn't she been happy at one point too?

But now she was in Chicago, and he was unpacking the boxes in his new apartment. Joey was on a date, and Phoebe was at home with her boyfriend Mike, and it was just Chandler there. He heard the knock on the door, and went to answer it.

There was a girl standing there. She was young, probably about twenty-one, and awfully pretty.

"Can I help you?" Chandler asked. She bit her lip.

"Is this Joey's apartment? I'm looking for Joey."

"He's not here right now," Chandler said. "But I can leave him a message."

"Oh, well can you tell him that Lucy came by looking for him?" She asked.

"Sure," Chandler said.

"Are you his new roommate?" Lucy asked smiling at him. She was blonde. He had always preferred brunettes. But a brunette had broken his heart.

He was pretty sure that now he preferred blondes.

"Yes, I just moved in, I'm Chandler," he stuck out his hand and Lucy took it.

"It's very nice to meet you Chandler," she said smiling. "Well, I should go, I'm supposed to go meet some friends of mine. I don't suppose you'd like to come?" Chandler looked back at the boxes in the apartment. The boxes filled with memories and mementos of his five years of marriage and turned back to Lucy. Young, blonde Lucy.

"Sure," Chandler said. "Let me just grab my coat."

You had your man your fan but not forever

You should have let him

You should have let him getaway

But your pride made you ride on this slide by his side to his lies

Seemed like forever

What would you give to getaway?

Lucy babbled all the way down to where she had to meet her friends. He liked that she babbled, it filled the silence and meant that he didn't have to talk. His wife had been the talker. Not that Chandler was quiet, but his wife could talk and talk and never run out of things to say. He had loved that about her. He had loved a lot of things about her.

"Here we are," Lucy said as they came upon a bar. They went inside and Chandler noticed right away that he was the oldest one there. He felt old. And his wedding ring felt heavy. He slipped it off and into his pocket. He didn't need it. She was in Chicago, and he was at a bar with a girl named Lucy in New York.

He made the conscious decision that he would have fun that night. It would be hard, he knew, because everything that he saw, reminded him of his wife. Lucy ordered the same drink that his wife drank. And he had the overwhelming urge to run to the phone and call her and tell her that he loved her and that he was sorry and to hell with Derrick, and please bring Henry and come home.

But he couldn't. Because he knew that it was no use. And he was going to have fun that night.

And when Lucy asked him if he wanted to come up to her apartment, it was why he didn't hesitate before saying yes, because if she was going to sleep with some guy named Derrick, then he was certainly going to sleep with Lucy. He didn't even feel badly that he was using Lucy, because he was pretty sure that she was using him too.

But when he woke up the next morning, he felt dirty and old. He slipped out of Lucy's bed and into her living room. And he called his wife in Chicago at six in the morning, and she answered with a tired,

"Hello?"

"Hey. It's me."

"Chandler? It's six in the morning! What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry, I know it's early, but..." He trailed off and he could hear her growing impatient on the other end.

"Chandler..."

"Listen, I'm sorry. Come home please."

"We've been over this. I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't." And Chandler slammed the phone down and went back to Lucy.

I know this is how I could be over you

You know this is not another waste of time

All this holding on can't be wrong

Just come back to me so I am not alone

To getaway

It was the last person who he expected at his door three weeks later. Lucy had taken him rollerblading in Central Park and they had gone to some Indian restaurant, and Chandler felt like he was going to puke, but he couldn't let Lucy know this. He didn't tell Lucy that he was too old really to go rollerblading. Because he was having fun. Because this way he didn't think of his wife at all.

Once he had gotten home and he was lying on the couch with ice packs on his knees, he heard a knock on the door and he got up to answer it.

"Monica?" He asked when he saw who was on the other side.

"Hey," she said. She tucked her dark hair, shoulder length now, behind her ear and smiled at him. "Can I come in? I need to talk to you." And Chandler didn't hesitate before moving aside and letting her come in.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Joey said that you had moved back in with him," she started. "Pete...he left me. And I needed to talk to someone and I knew that Kathy left you and so... you would understand."

"Sure, sure. God Mon, I'm so sorry," Chandler said taking his best friend's hand and leading her into the apartment. "Sit down and start from the beginning."

I know this is how I could be over you

You know this is not another waste of time

All this holding on can't be wrong

And I know this is how I could be over you

You know I am not another waste of time

All this holding on can't be wrong

If you come back to me so I am not alone

Okay, did I throw you for a loop there? Did you think that Monica was his wife? Haha! I love being able to do that. Please review and I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible! Thanks!