Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to Bright/Kauffman/Crane blah blah blah... Here comes the fun!
This is just a side thing I wrote. It doesn't take place in any season, and Chandler and Monica do not know each other at all. Neither do they have any connections such as Chandler being best friends with Ross.
Chandler woke up at 7 to go to work. It was a cloudy day in the city, and he really didn't feel like getting up. As he slowly got out of bed, took a shower, put his clothes on, and gelled back his hair, he became depressed. He had been living a lone ever since he moved out of his mom's house, and that was almost fifteen years ago. He was just about ready to give up on finding his soulmate all together. All the women he went out with were completely ignorant as to how much he cared about them, and cheated on him like there was no tomorrow. Chandler plopped on the bed all prepared to type the numbers in at work, and then all of a sudden decided to call in sick.
Monica woke up and stepped out of bed. She took a shower and slipper her work clothes on walking into the kitchen, when she suddenly stopped in front of the bathroom mirror to look at herself, and reminisce over the past few months. She had no love life, and hadn't had one since she last broke up with Richard. But she was over him. He was just some big old tree she cared nothing for. Although, sometimes she thought about going back to him just for the hec of it, since she was so desperate. She thought she would never find someone to love, someone to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Someone that wouldn't even have to tell her that everything was okay because the only thing she cried about was her marital situation. She dropped her head in depression, looking at the proffessional suit she was wearing. "You know what? Screw it," she told herself, and called in sick for work.
Chandler changed into sweats and jumbled up his hair. Today was going to be a day where he could concentrate on making himself happy. It's not every day you can just call in sick for work. Okay fine, it was every day, but it just happened to be the day he chose to. He plopped down on the couch and turned the TV on, watching the news. For a about an hour he sat there listening to how the world was falling apart. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he jumped at the rememberance of how fun the day was supposed to be. He rubbed his eyes and got off the couch. He ran to the coat rack, got his coat on, and walked out the door to get some coffee.
Monica decided to change into her sweats and go out for a sip of cappucino to wake her up. It had been a long morning already. She walked into the elevator in her apartment building. She thought she was the only one so she started humming her favorite song: the way you look tonight. Her humming got louder and eventually she was singing her heart out. She didn't know what had gotten into her! When she saw this gorgeous guy standing next to her, she nearly turned purple with embarrassment. Then she looked at him again. His gorgeous blue eyes blew a hole right through her. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was cutely shaggy and sticking up a little in the back. His skin was so clear and looked really soft! "I've gotta try his moisterizer" she thought. He was incredibly hot! When she thought she couldn't be more amazed, he smiled. It warmed her heart. "It's okay" he said. "I'm used to it. I do it all the time!" Monica blushed again, and laughed. "Oh really? To what song?"
"Hmmm, usually Love Shack or some other 80's junk I listened to when I was a kid. Want a sample?" He thought she was incredibly beautiful. Her black hair and icey blue eyes, and light smile brightened his day. No Chandler, what are you doing? Stop now before you completely embarrass yourself! Oop, too late.
"Sure!" she said, half giggling.
"Okay, hold on, let me just get my first note ready... Alright here it comes..." He howled Love Shack in hilariously out of note singing. You couldn't even really call it singing. Monica bawled over in laughter. She almost fell to the ground of the elevator, when all of a sudden the lights went off. Both Monica and Chandler heard the sound of the heating shutting off. The power had gone out! The elevator started shaking and rocking back and forth. It felt like an earthquake. Chandler and Monica were sent flying to the ground, and she held onto his arm as the last rocks stopped. When it finished entirely, they both got up, out of breath. "Are you okay?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, luckily. You?"
"Oh yeah. I'm dandy," he said, brushing off his sleeves acting like a big shot. She let out a small giggle.
"Well, it looks like we're gonna be stuck in here for a while," Chandler said.
"Yeah."
"Oh my gosh, I don't even know your name!"
"It's Monica, Monica Gellar."
"Well it's nice to meet you, Monica. I'm Chandler."
"Hello Chandler."
"So what do you wanna do? Sit and stare, play a game, climb out the roof?"
He has a wonderful sense of humor Monica thought.
"Sure, let's play a game."
"Like what?"
"Um....... I don't know!"
"Okay, fine I'll pick. Twenty questions. You go first!"
"'Kay, I've got it!"
Monica and Chandler played Twenty Questions like it was going out of style. Chandler thought of the funniest ones, and sent Monica to laughing hysterically. Before they knew it, an hour had gone by.
"Okay, I'm all twenty questioned-out!" Chandler said.
Monica sighed, exhausted and hungry, and lay down on the floor smiling. "Me too." Chandler scooted over and sat down next to her.
"So what do we do now?"
"I don't know, but I do know that I am in a very talky mood. Let's talk! Tell me about yourself, Chandler." She didn't know why, but she felt very comfortable talking to him.
"Okay well, my name is Chandler Bing, and my dad runs a gay theatre in Vegas."
Monica sat up laughing hysterically.
"What? It's true!" She stopped.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah." Monica lay down again and started giggling.
"Fine! Make fun of me! See what I care!" He was smiling. "No but seriously, I work as a data processor during the day, and my parents are really weird, oh! And I find a special pleasure in making fun of people."
"I can see that," she said.
"So how about you, Monica?"
"Well, I'm a business woman, and it's really boring. I hate it! I just do it to get the good salary. My dream is to become a chef, because I love cooking."
"Really? I love cooking too!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah! My ultimate favorite: Mac n' cheese with cut up hot dogs!"
"Oh haha," she said sarcastically.
"That's cool though, that you have a dream. I wish I could have one. Sometimes I feel like my life is going no where." She could feel him getting serious, as he gazed into the ceiling of the elevator.
They continued to talk and open themselves up to the other. They talked about everything from their favorite candy to their personal love lives. Five hours had passed and the power still hadn't turned on, although to Monica and Chandler only a second had passed.
Monica lifted herself up and sat on the ground. She groaned. "Ughhhh, I am so damn hungry!"
"Not as hungry as me," Chandler said. They both heard Chandler's stomach grumble and fell on the floor laughing. They quickly picked their heads up to look at each other, and then fell to the floor laughing again. Pretty soon it turned into an uproarious laughter from the both of them, rolling on the floor giggling. All of a sudden Chandler found Monica rolling on top of him, looking into his eyes. She hadn't meant to, and here they were just gazing at the other. God, those eyes! Monica thought. Chandler thought the same for her. They layed there in that position for what seemed like an eternity before Chandler leaned in and slightly brushed her lips. It was supposed to feel like a feather of a kiss, but to both of them, it was so much more. This time it was Monica who initiated the kiss. As soon as he pulled away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him again. Chandler was slightly surprised, but pretty soon he was kissing her back. He wrapped his arms around her waste as they shared in a passionate embrace. Chandler moved his hands to her back, while she slid hers into his hair, that messy ruffle. They stuck their tongues in each other's mouths, as Monica rolled even more onto Chandler. She let out a soft moan which made him cling to her even more. He started to reach around and take off her bra, and she started unbuttoning his pants. They pulled a part and smiled lovingly into each other's eyes. Maybe they had found their soulmate after all! They started making out hungrily once more, and then all of a sudden the power came on. They were too tied up in each other to notice however, and when the elevator made its way up to their designated floor, Chandler was kissing Monica's neck. She had her head flung back, enjoying his soft pecks. When the door opened, there was a group of people waiting outside the elevator, staring at them in shock...
Review please! I need opinions, this is my first fan fic so play easy! Thanks guys! Oh, and Mondler forever! (If these reviews go well, I'm writing a sequel)
This is just a side thing I wrote. It doesn't take place in any season, and Chandler and Monica do not know each other at all. Neither do they have any connections such as Chandler being best friends with Ross.
Chandler woke up at 7 to go to work. It was a cloudy day in the city, and he really didn't feel like getting up. As he slowly got out of bed, took a shower, put his clothes on, and gelled back his hair, he became depressed. He had been living a lone ever since he moved out of his mom's house, and that was almost fifteen years ago. He was just about ready to give up on finding his soulmate all together. All the women he went out with were completely ignorant as to how much he cared about them, and cheated on him like there was no tomorrow. Chandler plopped on the bed all prepared to type the numbers in at work, and then all of a sudden decided to call in sick.
Monica woke up and stepped out of bed. She took a shower and slipper her work clothes on walking into the kitchen, when she suddenly stopped in front of the bathroom mirror to look at herself, and reminisce over the past few months. She had no love life, and hadn't had one since she last broke up with Richard. But she was over him. He was just some big old tree she cared nothing for. Although, sometimes she thought about going back to him just for the hec of it, since she was so desperate. She thought she would never find someone to love, someone to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Someone that wouldn't even have to tell her that everything was okay because the only thing she cried about was her marital situation. She dropped her head in depression, looking at the proffessional suit she was wearing. "You know what? Screw it," she told herself, and called in sick for work.
Chandler changed into sweats and jumbled up his hair. Today was going to be a day where he could concentrate on making himself happy. It's not every day you can just call in sick for work. Okay fine, it was every day, but it just happened to be the day he chose to. He plopped down on the couch and turned the TV on, watching the news. For a about an hour he sat there listening to how the world was falling apart. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he jumped at the rememberance of how fun the day was supposed to be. He rubbed his eyes and got off the couch. He ran to the coat rack, got his coat on, and walked out the door to get some coffee.
Monica decided to change into her sweats and go out for a sip of cappucino to wake her up. It had been a long morning already. She walked into the elevator in her apartment building. She thought she was the only one so she started humming her favorite song: the way you look tonight. Her humming got louder and eventually she was singing her heart out. She didn't know what had gotten into her! When she saw this gorgeous guy standing next to her, she nearly turned purple with embarrassment. Then she looked at him again. His gorgeous blue eyes blew a hole right through her. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was cutely shaggy and sticking up a little in the back. His skin was so clear and looked really soft! "I've gotta try his moisterizer" she thought. He was incredibly hot! When she thought she couldn't be more amazed, he smiled. It warmed her heart. "It's okay" he said. "I'm used to it. I do it all the time!" Monica blushed again, and laughed. "Oh really? To what song?"
"Hmmm, usually Love Shack or some other 80's junk I listened to when I was a kid. Want a sample?" He thought she was incredibly beautiful. Her black hair and icey blue eyes, and light smile brightened his day. No Chandler, what are you doing? Stop now before you completely embarrass yourself! Oop, too late.
"Sure!" she said, half giggling.
"Okay, hold on, let me just get my first note ready... Alright here it comes..." He howled Love Shack in hilariously out of note singing. You couldn't even really call it singing. Monica bawled over in laughter. She almost fell to the ground of the elevator, when all of a sudden the lights went off. Both Monica and Chandler heard the sound of the heating shutting off. The power had gone out! The elevator started shaking and rocking back and forth. It felt like an earthquake. Chandler and Monica were sent flying to the ground, and she held onto his arm as the last rocks stopped. When it finished entirely, they both got up, out of breath. "Are you okay?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, luckily. You?"
"Oh yeah. I'm dandy," he said, brushing off his sleeves acting like a big shot. She let out a small giggle.
"Well, it looks like we're gonna be stuck in here for a while," Chandler said.
"Yeah."
"Oh my gosh, I don't even know your name!"
"It's Monica, Monica Gellar."
"Well it's nice to meet you, Monica. I'm Chandler."
"Hello Chandler."
"So what do you wanna do? Sit and stare, play a game, climb out the roof?"
He has a wonderful sense of humor Monica thought.
"Sure, let's play a game."
"Like what?"
"Um....... I don't know!"
"Okay, fine I'll pick. Twenty questions. You go first!"
"'Kay, I've got it!"
Monica and Chandler played Twenty Questions like it was going out of style. Chandler thought of the funniest ones, and sent Monica to laughing hysterically. Before they knew it, an hour had gone by.
"Okay, I'm all twenty questioned-out!" Chandler said.
Monica sighed, exhausted and hungry, and lay down on the floor smiling. "Me too." Chandler scooted over and sat down next to her.
"So what do we do now?"
"I don't know, but I do know that I am in a very talky mood. Let's talk! Tell me about yourself, Chandler." She didn't know why, but she felt very comfortable talking to him.
"Okay well, my name is Chandler Bing, and my dad runs a gay theatre in Vegas."
Monica sat up laughing hysterically.
"What? It's true!" She stopped.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah." Monica lay down again and started giggling.
"Fine! Make fun of me! See what I care!" He was smiling. "No but seriously, I work as a data processor during the day, and my parents are really weird, oh! And I find a special pleasure in making fun of people."
"I can see that," she said.
"So how about you, Monica?"
"Well, I'm a business woman, and it's really boring. I hate it! I just do it to get the good salary. My dream is to become a chef, because I love cooking."
"Really? I love cooking too!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah! My ultimate favorite: Mac n' cheese with cut up hot dogs!"
"Oh haha," she said sarcastically.
"That's cool though, that you have a dream. I wish I could have one. Sometimes I feel like my life is going no where." She could feel him getting serious, as he gazed into the ceiling of the elevator.
They continued to talk and open themselves up to the other. They talked about everything from their favorite candy to their personal love lives. Five hours had passed and the power still hadn't turned on, although to Monica and Chandler only a second had passed.
Monica lifted herself up and sat on the ground. She groaned. "Ughhhh, I am so damn hungry!"
"Not as hungry as me," Chandler said. They both heard Chandler's stomach grumble and fell on the floor laughing. They quickly picked their heads up to look at each other, and then fell to the floor laughing again. Pretty soon it turned into an uproarious laughter from the both of them, rolling on the floor giggling. All of a sudden Chandler found Monica rolling on top of him, looking into his eyes. She hadn't meant to, and here they were just gazing at the other. God, those eyes! Monica thought. Chandler thought the same for her. They layed there in that position for what seemed like an eternity before Chandler leaned in and slightly brushed her lips. It was supposed to feel like a feather of a kiss, but to both of them, it was so much more. This time it was Monica who initiated the kiss. As soon as he pulled away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him again. Chandler was slightly surprised, but pretty soon he was kissing her back. He wrapped his arms around her waste as they shared in a passionate embrace. Chandler moved his hands to her back, while she slid hers into his hair, that messy ruffle. They stuck their tongues in each other's mouths, as Monica rolled even more onto Chandler. She let out a soft moan which made him cling to her even more. He started to reach around and take off her bra, and she started unbuttoning his pants. They pulled a part and smiled lovingly into each other's eyes. Maybe they had found their soulmate after all! They started making out hungrily once more, and then all of a sudden the power came on. They were too tied up in each other to notice however, and when the elevator made its way up to their designated floor, Chandler was kissing Monica's neck. She had her head flung back, enjoying his soft pecks. When the door opened, there was a group of people waiting outside the elevator, staring at them in shock...
Review please! I need opinions, this is my first fan fic so play easy! Thanks guys! Oh, and Mondler forever! (If these reviews go well, I'm writing a sequel)