A Story of Love: C&M Sequel
I am SO sorry it took so long!! I have been neglecting this story due to major writers block, but here it the next part! Finally! It's not that long...just the beginning of where the real story begins.
Chapter three: What kind of love?
"Oh my God! I can't believe it actually you!" Monica said smiling.
"Yeah, so how have you been?" Chandler asked making conversation.
"Fine, fine, you?" Monica asked looking down.
"Never better," Chandler sighed.
Wha-what are you doing here?"
"I'm here for a few weeks updating and fixing the system at this building."
"Oh, wow, that's great. . .Where are you staying?" Monica asked.
"Just a hotel. Company paid for everything. I really have to start working, but here's my room number, so please give me a call, and we'll get together.
"Yeah, sure," Monica smiled, "I'll talk to you later!"
Monica waited until Chandler entered the building, and leaned up against the door and sighed. He was here! He was actually here. What bothered her was that, she felt nothing romantically while she was talking to him. Monica felt that she was over him, and that it would be great to have a friend to spend time with. Even if it was only for a few weeks. Monica couldn't deny that she still had feelings for him, but she felt comfortable just being his friend. She knew it wasn't possible to be anything more. She walked from the building and back to apartment, and through the whole way she thought about Chandler. They had been great friends, enemies, almost lovers, and now, she really didn't know if he was a friend or more. Monica had to admit that they had fallen in love a bit too quickly. It was probably pure lust. Monica didn't want to believe that, but it had to be true. It only took her a week to get over him, and it wasn't as awkward seeing him like she imagined it would be. Monica looked down and the number on the paper that Chandler had handed her. She really wanted to see him again to really know if she did in fact love him, or if it was just a feeling of the need of love. She had to find out, and seeing him tonight would give her a definite answer.
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Chandler sat in the office assigned to him and tried to get to work, but it was hard. Chandler found it odd that he and Monica had seen each other on his first day here. It was a bit ironic considering Chandler had wanted to stay clear of her, but when he saw her, all he felt was friendship. He wondered if Monica had felt the same. He knew that he loved her, but was it a life time kind of love, or was it spur of the moment love? Maybe it was what teen magazines called puppy love and not true love. After all that he and Monica had went through, he felt no romantic spark. Chandler knew that getting over the fact that he and Monica were over was a difficult task, but seeing her didn't bring back those feelings. Why? It had been a week, and he was considering himself to be over her. Was that even right? Chandler knew love was a tricky game, but what he felt was obscure. Even seeing Janice would bring back a spark. Not a big one, but at least something, and he had never really loved her. Chandler needed a break. The workers here had really done a job to their system, and he couldn't understand why. It was easy! Chandler walked out of the office and hurried to the nearest pay phone. He had to talk to Joey.
"Hey, Joe,"Chandler said looking around making sure people didn't think he was making a leisure call.
"Chandler! What's going on?" Joey asked casually while taking a bite out of his half eaten sandwich.
"I saw her," Chandler spat out.
"Saw who?" Joey asked oblivious to the obvious.
"Sharon Stone!" Chandler replied sarcastically.
"Really? Dude, that is so.."
"Joey! I saw Monica!"
"But you just said.."
"Forget what I said! I need your help."
"With what?"
"With what?" Chandler mocked, "Joey, I saw her and felt nothing."
"Nothing? I mean..it's Monica, she's hot."
"Joey, I am seeing her tonight, but what do I tell her? I don't want to break her heart."
"Are you sure you feel nothing? Because sometimes after dumping someone you let yourself think that she's just a friend when really your heart is yearning for his..I mean her affection." Joey implied.
"Where did you get that!?"
"Cosmo man! Chicks dig this mushy stuff, so I am going to try it. The quizzes rule. I am too sensitive, and I can't let men take over my life." The last bit Joey said in a high pitch voice impersonating one of a woman's.
"So you think I am in love with her, and I won't let myself love her?"
"What? Did you not listen the first time? Let me read it again..."
"No!" Chandler said cutting him off. "I get it. I have to get back to work!"
"Ok, call me later, dude!"
Chandler hung up the phone and leaned his back against the cold wall. Could Joey be right? That after a traumatic experience you push away your feelings? Was that what he was doing?
Monica had been going through her closet for hours. What do you wear to see a friend or maybe more date? Not red. She knew definitely not red, but what? Monica kept looking...there had to be something lying in her closet that she could wear. She didn't even know where he was taking her. That was just great, she thought to herself. Finally, she found it. Hanging on the far west side of her closet was a dress but not just any dress, the perfect dress. It was a dark shade of blue with a conservative cut. The neck line showing not one inch of her bust, and the length showing her left leg. The slit was what allowed that. Monica smiled and put it on. This really was perfect, she thought. She carefully applied her make-up making sure it matched the color of her dress and was ready. She even had shoes to match this dress. Must have been a present from Rachel. Only Rachel would make sure everything matched. She missed her best friend. Monica hated not having her around to help her figure out her feelings for Chandler.
Chandler walked to Monica's door. The guy downstairs had let him in. Before Chandler could make himself knock on the pearl white door with gold letters engraved reading 54, Chandler had to force himself to take a deep breath. He looked down at the yellow roses that were in his left hand making sure they were lined up perfectly and brought his one free hand to the door. He carefully knocked, then becoming more forceful. He heard the faint words coming from Monica asking who was there. "It's me, Chandler." The door opened revealing a gorgeous Monica. "Wow, you look..great."
"So do you," Monica said breathlessly. He always looked great in a tux.
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Chandler and Monica gracefully walked into the extravagant restaurant. Everything about this restaurant was expensive, and valuable. The chairs, the music, the food, the people. This usually wasn't Chandler's style of restaurant, but he thought that Monica would enjoy it.
Chandler politely pulled a chair out for Monica and then took the seat opposite to her. He smiled at her. He couldn't help it. She made him smile. Every time she smiled, or just looked genuinely happy, Chandler couldn't help but feel the same, but the one question that was haunting him- was this love?
Monica stared blankly at Chandler. He had a sparkle in his eyes that would cause her whole body to melt. She was infatuated with him...she knew that much, but was it love? When they were together in New York, it was as if her whole life fell into place. Mostly the emotions that she felt, but at least they were fulfilled. Now, with seeing him after a week of despair, she didn't know how she felt. She just didn't know. Why did everything have to get so complicated?
Chandler was afraid to speak, afraid of saying the wrong thing. He was still unsure if this was a date, or just a friendly meeting. Why all the questions? Why? And usually when you get a question, it's a simple research question, and then you have the answer. The only problem with the questions that raced through his head were that there wasn't an answer unless he gave them an answer. Was he prepared to do that?
The waiter arrived at their table taking their orders. He was polite and smiled after every sentence. It was expected though because at a restaurant this perfect, even the hired help had to be somewhat perfect. Chandler ordered as did Monica, and they were alone together once again. Both looked away nervously to what would come next. Just as Chandler was about to say something, jazz music filled the room. "What do you say Mon, wanna cut the rug?" Chandler smiled.
"Who says that anymore?! And no one else is." Monica smiled back teasingly.
"Come on! Lets have some fun!" Chandler stood up from his seat and pulled Monica up by his side. "Now, you have to dance."
"Do you even know what you are doing?" Monica laughed.
"No, but it wouldn't be fun if I did! Now, dance my darling," Chandler said the last phrase in a snotty rich one's voice.
But of course." Monica replied in the same tone.
Chandler led them by making up some jazz dance. Monica looked at him skeptically at first but quicky joined him. As they would dance, the people seated in the restaurant would watch them like they were fools. They were the only two on the dance floor, and they didn't even have the dance right. Chandler, not knowing what to try next, improvised and began to lead Monica into swing. She kept a smile on her face the whole time. She couldn't help it; this was the most fun she had had in years, and even though they looked like two fools, it was still amazing. The music toned down, and Chandler took her into a deep embrace. "Let's show these people that we can at least dance normally," Chandler whispered.
"Yeah, I think we gave them enough of a show for one night. I mean, look at them, all of their mouths are still wide open!" Monica chuckled.
"Yeah, they're just in awe of my talent." Chandler smiled.
"I am so sure that's what it is." Monica smiled.
Monica found it quite funny that Chandler was flirting with her but not treating her like a girlfriend. He didn't kiss her or hold her hand unless they were dancing. Monica didn't know what to think anymore. Why did everything have to get so complicated? This morning she was sure that all she felt for him was friendship but seeing him and being with him tonight, made her second question herself. Maybe he is exactly what she needed.
Chandler took his eyes off of his food and looked at Monica, "Are you having a great time?"
"You know..I really am. Uh, Chandler there is something I want to talk to you about..." Monica began and took a deep breath. She wanted to ask him what he felt, and tell him how confused she was. "It's just that I need to know what you..." Before Monica could finish her sentence her cell phone began to ring. She gave Chandler a smile of sorrow and put the phone to her ear, "hello?...Oh my God! Where? Yeah...love you too!"
"Mon, what's going on?"
"It's my mom..."
Ok, that's the end of Chapter three....a little drama coming our way :)! Ok, please review and tell me what you thought, because I really want to know! Maybe pointers on how to make it better...whatever! :)