I really had no intention to continue this, but I guess I did leave it pretty open there at the end. I am really hoping that this one doesn't turn into one of my 15 chapter extravaganZA's, but you know how I like to ramble.
The Letter, Part Two
"What She Did"
Old friendships fade away, love falls apart
And you've not spent a single day outside my heart
But, there's just one more dream that I have left for you
I hope you're smiling when he turns around and says I do. . .
Monica stared at the letter, the words swirling in her head at a million miles per minute. He loved her? She couldn't believe it. Her elation faded, when she realized what was happening. He had written it all down, and now he was just going to leave. He wasn't coming back for the wedding, he wasn't coming back at all. And where was all of this a year ago? Why did he wait until right before her wedding to tell her how he felt? Monica felt her happiness and confusion melt into anger and confusion. She needed to talk to him. Now.
***
~One Hour Earlier~
"Do you have to leave right now?" Joey asked, as Chandler rushed around the apartment, looking for anything he may be leaving behind.
"Well, yeah, Joe, I do. My flight leaves in two hours," Chandler checked his pocket for his passport, then picked up his bags.
"Well, don't you want to tell everyone goodbye?" Joey eyed the front door frantically, hoping that Monica would be over soon, hoping that she'd seen the letter.
"I did that last night. Look, everyone is at work. If they wanted to say goodbye again, they'd be here," Chandler shrugged, as he headed to the door. He turned and looked at Joey, who had a strange look on his face.
"I thought you were coming with me to the airport?"
Joey looked at Chandler, and nodded, reluctenly following him out the door. He took one final look at Monica's door, hoping that she would stop them at the last minute.
She didn't.
****
Monica stormed into Joey and Chandler's apartment, her face red with anger.
"Chandler!" she yelled, walking into his bedroom. When she didn't see him, she walked from room to room, before turning and looking at his bedroom once more. That was when it hit her. The room was totally empty. Monica stopped moving, and thought for a second. What day was it? Oh no. He was leaving today. She had to stop him. He couldn't get on that plane until she had given him a piece of her mind. She turned, and ran out of the apartment, slamming into Richard as she entered the hallway.
"Whoa!" Richard laughed, "Where's the fire?"
"Richard! Hi, uh, sweetheart! I, um, I need to catch Chandler at the airport, to um, make sure he's still coming to the wedding," Monica stammered out the best lie she could come up with on such short notice.
"Well, can't you just call him? We're gonna be late for our meeting with the minister."
The minister! Monica had totally forgotten. Oh, she was getting married! To Richard! Monica suddenly felt very light-headed. She steadied herself against the wall, blocking out the sound of Richard's voice, as her mind drifted back to the one place it shouldn't be drifting back to.
London.
****
~Monica & Richard's Wedding Day~
Monica paced the room like a caged animal, trying to calm her jagged nerves. This was what she always wanted, right? She wanted to get married, to have a family, to live happily ever after. So, why wasn't she more excited? This was her fairy tale, and Richard was her prince.
Wasn't he?
"Monica, they're ready," Rachel said, as she poked her head in the door.
"Okay," Monica replied, as she straightened her veil. This was it. Happily ever after.
*
"Monica, please repeat after me. I, Monica"
"I, Monica,"
"Take thee Richard,"
"Take thee...uh, Richard," (AN: I'll bet you thought she was gonna pull a Ross, huh?)
"To be my lawfully wedded husband."
"To be my lawfully wedded husband."
"To have and to hold, from this day forward, until death parts us."
"To have and to hold, from this day forward, until--"
"Until death parts us."
"Until--um." Oh my God, why couldn't she just say it? Until death parts us! It's not that difficult. The words are easy to pronounce. Could this BE any easier? Hey, where the hell did that come from? She was starting to sound like--oh, crap.
"Monica?" Richard, and everyone in the church looked at her, confusion lining their eyes.
"Until death parts us," Monica sighed. There, that wasn't hard, now, was it?
****
~Two Years Later~
"Well, now I think I understand why you had so much trouble saying, 'until death parts us'," Rachel quipped.
"What?" Monica looked at Rachel, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"Never mind," Rachel mumbled, as they sat down on the tattered orange sofa at Central Perk.
"No, it's okay. I just can't believe Richard is dead."
"And in the middle of sex, too. That's disgusting, even for me," Joey said, as he joined the girls.
"Joey, could you not say that so loud?" Monica said threateningly.
"So, are you gonna stay in that big ol' creepy house?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know. I think I'd rather move back to the city, but...uh, I dunno."
"You could move in with me," Joey said through a mouthful of muffin.
"Yeah, but I'd probably want to kill ya," Monica said, as crumbs fell out of Joey's mouth, and onto the floor.
"Well, why don't you move into your old place? Phoebe and I have been talking about moving in together, so maybe we can just do it sooner rather than later," Joey said.
"I still can't believe you two have lasted this long," Rachel said, shaking her head.
"Aw, you're just jealous because you and Ross suck at relationships...especially with each other," Joey laughed.
"I'm not arguing that one," Rachel said, just as Ross came through the door.
"Hey. How ya feelin' Mon?" Ross said, as he took a seat.
"I'm okay. I think I'll be moving back to the city soon, and that'll make it easier to deal with all of this."
"You can stay with me, if you want," Ross offered.
"I think Joey is gonna ask Phoebe to move in with him. If that's the case, then I can just move back into my old place."
"And we'll be roomies again!!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Wow, I can't believe you guys have lasted this long."
Before Joey could reply, Phoebe came in, wearing a strange look on her face.
"What's up Pheebs?"
"You will not believe what we just got in the mail!" Phoebe said, waving an envelope in the air.
"Oh! did we win a million dollars?" Rachel asked.
"No, but, actually, this is even more unlikely!"
"What is is Pheebs?" Ross asked.
"It's a wedding invitation--from Chandler."
~*~
teehee.
If you don't tell me what you think, you may never see part three...
The Letter, Part Two
"What She Did"
Old friendships fade away, love falls apart
And you've not spent a single day outside my heart
But, there's just one more dream that I have left for you
I hope you're smiling when he turns around and says I do. . .
Monica stared at the letter, the words swirling in her head at a million miles per minute. He loved her? She couldn't believe it. Her elation faded, when she realized what was happening. He had written it all down, and now he was just going to leave. He wasn't coming back for the wedding, he wasn't coming back at all. And where was all of this a year ago? Why did he wait until right before her wedding to tell her how he felt? Monica felt her happiness and confusion melt into anger and confusion. She needed to talk to him. Now.
***
~One Hour Earlier~
"Do you have to leave right now?" Joey asked, as Chandler rushed around the apartment, looking for anything he may be leaving behind.
"Well, yeah, Joe, I do. My flight leaves in two hours," Chandler checked his pocket for his passport, then picked up his bags.
"Well, don't you want to tell everyone goodbye?" Joey eyed the front door frantically, hoping that Monica would be over soon, hoping that she'd seen the letter.
"I did that last night. Look, everyone is at work. If they wanted to say goodbye again, they'd be here," Chandler shrugged, as he headed to the door. He turned and looked at Joey, who had a strange look on his face.
"I thought you were coming with me to the airport?"
Joey looked at Chandler, and nodded, reluctenly following him out the door. He took one final look at Monica's door, hoping that she would stop them at the last minute.
She didn't.
****
Monica stormed into Joey and Chandler's apartment, her face red with anger.
"Chandler!" she yelled, walking into his bedroom. When she didn't see him, she walked from room to room, before turning and looking at his bedroom once more. That was when it hit her. The room was totally empty. Monica stopped moving, and thought for a second. What day was it? Oh no. He was leaving today. She had to stop him. He couldn't get on that plane until she had given him a piece of her mind. She turned, and ran out of the apartment, slamming into Richard as she entered the hallway.
"Whoa!" Richard laughed, "Where's the fire?"
"Richard! Hi, uh, sweetheart! I, um, I need to catch Chandler at the airport, to um, make sure he's still coming to the wedding," Monica stammered out the best lie she could come up with on such short notice.
"Well, can't you just call him? We're gonna be late for our meeting with the minister."
The minister! Monica had totally forgotten. Oh, she was getting married! To Richard! Monica suddenly felt very light-headed. She steadied herself against the wall, blocking out the sound of Richard's voice, as her mind drifted back to the one place it shouldn't be drifting back to.
London.
****
~Monica & Richard's Wedding Day~
Monica paced the room like a caged animal, trying to calm her jagged nerves. This was what she always wanted, right? She wanted to get married, to have a family, to live happily ever after. So, why wasn't she more excited? This was her fairy tale, and Richard was her prince.
Wasn't he?
"Monica, they're ready," Rachel said, as she poked her head in the door.
"Okay," Monica replied, as she straightened her veil. This was it. Happily ever after.
*
"Monica, please repeat after me. I, Monica"
"I, Monica,"
"Take thee Richard,"
"Take thee...uh, Richard," (AN: I'll bet you thought she was gonna pull a Ross, huh?)
"To be my lawfully wedded husband."
"To be my lawfully wedded husband."
"To have and to hold, from this day forward, until death parts us."
"To have and to hold, from this day forward, until--"
"Until death parts us."
"Until--um." Oh my God, why couldn't she just say it? Until death parts us! It's not that difficult. The words are easy to pronounce. Could this BE any easier? Hey, where the hell did that come from? She was starting to sound like--oh, crap.
"Monica?" Richard, and everyone in the church looked at her, confusion lining their eyes.
"Until death parts us," Monica sighed. There, that wasn't hard, now, was it?
****
~Two Years Later~
"Well, now I think I understand why you had so much trouble saying, 'until death parts us'," Rachel quipped.
"What?" Monica looked at Rachel, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"Never mind," Rachel mumbled, as they sat down on the tattered orange sofa at Central Perk.
"No, it's okay. I just can't believe Richard is dead."
"And in the middle of sex, too. That's disgusting, even for me," Joey said, as he joined the girls.
"Joey, could you not say that so loud?" Monica said threateningly.
"So, are you gonna stay in that big ol' creepy house?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know. I think I'd rather move back to the city, but...uh, I dunno."
"You could move in with me," Joey said through a mouthful of muffin.
"Yeah, but I'd probably want to kill ya," Monica said, as crumbs fell out of Joey's mouth, and onto the floor.
"Well, why don't you move into your old place? Phoebe and I have been talking about moving in together, so maybe we can just do it sooner rather than later," Joey said.
"I still can't believe you two have lasted this long," Rachel said, shaking her head.
"Aw, you're just jealous because you and Ross suck at relationships...especially with each other," Joey laughed.
"I'm not arguing that one," Rachel said, just as Ross came through the door.
"Hey. How ya feelin' Mon?" Ross said, as he took a seat.
"I'm okay. I think I'll be moving back to the city soon, and that'll make it easier to deal with all of this."
"You can stay with me, if you want," Ross offered.
"I think Joey is gonna ask Phoebe to move in with him. If that's the case, then I can just move back into my old place."
"And we'll be roomies again!!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Wow, I can't believe you guys have lasted this long."
Before Joey could reply, Phoebe came in, wearing a strange look on her face.
"What's up Pheebs?"
"You will not believe what we just got in the mail!" Phoebe said, waving an envelope in the air.
"Oh! did we win a million dollars?" Rachel asked.
"No, but, actually, this is even more unlikely!"
"What is is Pheebs?" Ross asked.
"It's a wedding invitation--from Chandler."
~*~
teehee.
If you don't tell me what you think, you may never see part three...
