TOW Misunderstandings Suck - 6
Dun, dun, dun... here's my sixth chapter, and I think my last flashback scene will take place in this one. This chapter should reveal all of "The Incident" for you, although I'm not positive because as I said, I'm writing this as I go along. So anyway, enjoy!
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2003... Before the previous flashback took place...(Are you getting the idea yet? LOL :) )
Monica put down the curling iron she was using on Rachel's hair as Phoebe put a little shadow on Rachel's eyes. Their next task was to get Rachel into her dress. The other two women were currently having a deep conversation about things Rachel and Ross could do on their honeymoon, so she quietly excused herself when Chandler's cell phone started ringing. She'd found it in her purse that morning and hadn't gotten around to returning it yet.
"Hello?" She answered the phone on the third ring.
The woman on the other end sounded surprised. "Well hello, who is this?"
"This is Monica."
"Oh, Monica dear, of course! This is Nora!" her mother-in-law replied.
Monica smiled. Talking to Chandler's mother was always so much fun. "Hi, Nora. What's up?"
"Well dear, I'm calling to tell you that I'm getting married."
Monica had no clue what to say next. She turned to Rachel and Phoebe and motioned that she'd take the call outside. They nodded and she left.
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A few minutes later she was out in the maze of hallways that there were, hanging up the phone, and staring into space as she tried to sort out what she had just heard. She jumped when she suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist, but heard Chandler chuckle.
"Relax, gorgeous, it's just me," he said, turning her to face him. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well, your phone rang and I took it outside as to not disturb the others," Monica said. "What are you doing here?"
He grinned at her. "What, now I need to have a reason to want to see my wonderful, yet phone-stealing, wife?" He gave her a kiss while at the same time rubbed her stomach, which was getting bigger now that she was five months pregnant.
"Oh, thanks," she replied, smirking at him. "Since you're here, I may as well tell you what the phone call was about. It was your mom."
"What did she want?" Chandler asked, kind of worried.
Monica looked at the ground for a moment, and then decided just to say it. "She's getting married again."
"Again?" Chandler couldn't easily comprehend that. His mother had just gotten divorced from her third husband five months ago. She'd married him a year ago. No way could she be getting married again.
She nodded back at him. "I know, I think it's quite hasty too, but she sounded sure. She wanted me to tell you. You're supposed to be the best man for her fiancée, Greg, and I'm to be her maid of honor."
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At that same moment in the dressing room the girls were in, Rachel was suddenly panicking. It was an hour until she got married, and she needed to talk to Monica. She excused herself from the conversation she and Phoebe were having and went over to the door, hoping that Monica would be off the phone by now so she could come back in and talk.
"Monica?" Rachel stuck her head out of the dressing room, looking for Monica. "Monica?" Just then she heard voices floating from around the corner, and stopped to listen.
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2011...
"And that's apparently where you started hearing our conversation," Monica said, feeling exhausted from telling the story. At the same time though, she felt something lift off of her chest that had been there for years. It was definitely worth the moment's anguish to say that.
Now it was Rachel's turn to cry, which Monica noticed when she looked over at her. She had her head resting on her arms, which were resting on the counter, and seeing the sight of her all hunched over, trying not to cry, made Monica sad as well.
"Are you okay, Rachel?" Chandler asked after a few minutes of silence. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened..."
"Oh, God, no," Rachel choked out, cutting him off. "I am so sorry! I'm an awful friend, a terrible human being. I never should've run to the phone to call Ross that day, I should've let you explain... Ross and I...we just didn't think..." She saw that Monica was about to talk but she stopped her as well. "Do you mind...would it be okay if I used your phone?" she asked, trying to stop crying. "I really need to call Ross."
Monica nodded, and reached out and took Chandler's hand as they watched their old friend slowly walk down the hall to the den.
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After dinner that night, when Chandler and Kiana were doing the dishes and the younger kids had returned upstairs to watch TV, Monica knocked on the door of the den. There was no answer, which is what it had been like all day long. When she tried the doorknob however, she discovered that it was finally unlocked. She slowly opened the door, being careful not to tip the tray of food she'd saved for Rachel from their dinner, and looked inside. Rachel was in there lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. She didn't look over as Monica entered and shut the door behind her. She still didn't look as Monica set the tray down and sat in the chair next to the couch.
"Rachel, you never answered before when Chandler tried to reschedule your flight for you. You're stuck here until you tell him something." She looked at her, but got no response. "Rach, I brought you some dinner. You've got to eat it; you haven't eaten anything all day." Still nothing. "Come on. You haven't left this room since you came in here this morning. The kids are beginning to think you're some kind of freak." She smiled, expecting to get some kind of a reaction from that, but Rachel remained expressionless. "Look, just tell Chandler when you want to leave, and then you can return to your life in New York with Ross and everything will be okay."
"No, it won't, Monica," Rachel finally said. "It won't. I am a freak."
Monica sighed. "Rachel, you're not. This was just a huge misunderstanding, albeit one that ruined many peoples' lives."
"Misunderstandings suck," grumbled Rachel, which caused Monica to chuckle.
"Yes, they do," she agreed, nodding her head. "But they happen anyway."
Rachel sat up and turned to look at Monica. "Well, they do happen. But where do we go from here?"
Monica hated it when she was asked a question she didn't know the answer to.
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End Part Six...
Well folks, how have I done? I think the next chapter may be my last one, but I'm not sure. Either way it'll be the last chapter or one of the few last chapters. I'll have it up soon, I promise. :)
Dun, dun, dun... here's my sixth chapter, and I think my last flashback scene will take place in this one. This chapter should reveal all of "The Incident" for you, although I'm not positive because as I said, I'm writing this as I go along. So anyway, enjoy!
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2003... Before the previous flashback took place...(Are you getting the idea yet? LOL :) )
Monica put down the curling iron she was using on Rachel's hair as Phoebe put a little shadow on Rachel's eyes. Their next task was to get Rachel into her dress. The other two women were currently having a deep conversation about things Rachel and Ross could do on their honeymoon, so she quietly excused herself when Chandler's cell phone started ringing. She'd found it in her purse that morning and hadn't gotten around to returning it yet.
"Hello?" She answered the phone on the third ring.
The woman on the other end sounded surprised. "Well hello, who is this?"
"This is Monica."
"Oh, Monica dear, of course! This is Nora!" her mother-in-law replied.
Monica smiled. Talking to Chandler's mother was always so much fun. "Hi, Nora. What's up?"
"Well dear, I'm calling to tell you that I'm getting married."
Monica had no clue what to say next. She turned to Rachel and Phoebe and motioned that she'd take the call outside. They nodded and she left.
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A few minutes later she was out in the maze of hallways that there were, hanging up the phone, and staring into space as she tried to sort out what she had just heard. She jumped when she suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist, but heard Chandler chuckle.
"Relax, gorgeous, it's just me," he said, turning her to face him. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well, your phone rang and I took it outside as to not disturb the others," Monica said. "What are you doing here?"
He grinned at her. "What, now I need to have a reason to want to see my wonderful, yet phone-stealing, wife?" He gave her a kiss while at the same time rubbed her stomach, which was getting bigger now that she was five months pregnant.
"Oh, thanks," she replied, smirking at him. "Since you're here, I may as well tell you what the phone call was about. It was your mom."
"What did she want?" Chandler asked, kind of worried.
Monica looked at the ground for a moment, and then decided just to say it. "She's getting married again."
"Again?" Chandler couldn't easily comprehend that. His mother had just gotten divorced from her third husband five months ago. She'd married him a year ago. No way could she be getting married again.
She nodded back at him. "I know, I think it's quite hasty too, but she sounded sure. She wanted me to tell you. You're supposed to be the best man for her fiancée, Greg, and I'm to be her maid of honor."
~~~
At that same moment in the dressing room the girls were in, Rachel was suddenly panicking. It was an hour until she got married, and she needed to talk to Monica. She excused herself from the conversation she and Phoebe were having and went over to the door, hoping that Monica would be off the phone by now so she could come back in and talk.
"Monica?" Rachel stuck her head out of the dressing room, looking for Monica. "Monica?" Just then she heard voices floating from around the corner, and stopped to listen.
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2011...
"And that's apparently where you started hearing our conversation," Monica said, feeling exhausted from telling the story. At the same time though, she felt something lift off of her chest that had been there for years. It was definitely worth the moment's anguish to say that.
Now it was Rachel's turn to cry, which Monica noticed when she looked over at her. She had her head resting on her arms, which were resting on the counter, and seeing the sight of her all hunched over, trying not to cry, made Monica sad as well.
"Are you okay, Rachel?" Chandler asked after a few minutes of silence. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened..."
"Oh, God, no," Rachel choked out, cutting him off. "I am so sorry! I'm an awful friend, a terrible human being. I never should've run to the phone to call Ross that day, I should've let you explain... Ross and I...we just didn't think..." She saw that Monica was about to talk but she stopped her as well. "Do you mind...would it be okay if I used your phone?" she asked, trying to stop crying. "I really need to call Ross."
Monica nodded, and reached out and took Chandler's hand as they watched their old friend slowly walk down the hall to the den.
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After dinner that night, when Chandler and Kiana were doing the dishes and the younger kids had returned upstairs to watch TV, Monica knocked on the door of the den. There was no answer, which is what it had been like all day long. When she tried the doorknob however, she discovered that it was finally unlocked. She slowly opened the door, being careful not to tip the tray of food she'd saved for Rachel from their dinner, and looked inside. Rachel was in there lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. She didn't look over as Monica entered and shut the door behind her. She still didn't look as Monica set the tray down and sat in the chair next to the couch.
"Rachel, you never answered before when Chandler tried to reschedule your flight for you. You're stuck here until you tell him something." She looked at her, but got no response. "Rach, I brought you some dinner. You've got to eat it; you haven't eaten anything all day." Still nothing. "Come on. You haven't left this room since you came in here this morning. The kids are beginning to think you're some kind of freak." She smiled, expecting to get some kind of a reaction from that, but Rachel remained expressionless. "Look, just tell Chandler when you want to leave, and then you can return to your life in New York with Ross and everything will be okay."
"No, it won't, Monica," Rachel finally said. "It won't. I am a freak."
Monica sighed. "Rachel, you're not. This was just a huge misunderstanding, albeit one that ruined many peoples' lives."
"Misunderstandings suck," grumbled Rachel, which caused Monica to chuckle.
"Yes, they do," she agreed, nodding her head. "But they happen anyway."
Rachel sat up and turned to look at Monica. "Well, they do happen. But where do we go from here?"
Monica hated it when she was asked a question she didn't know the answer to.
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End Part Six...
Well folks, how have I done? I think the next chapter may be my last one, but I'm not sure. Either way it'll be the last chapter or one of the few last chapters. I'll have it up soon, I promise. :)
