Okay...uh, I fixed the last chapter...it was supposed to be Central PARK, not Central PERK, and I swear, I do know the difference between second person and third person...I have a college degree and everything! LOL.
That was embarassing. Anyhoo, on with the fic.
"Worked It Out Wrong"
It was summer in the city. It was a hot and sticky day, and Monica's air conditioner was broken. Typical. She sighed, and decided to take yet another shower, before heading out to the market. At least they would have air conditioning. She showered quickly and dressed slowly, before heading downstairs.
She was picking out some flowers when she saw him. It was the first time she'd seen him since That Day. He'd stopped calling months ago, probably because of that Alicia woman that Ross had told her about last spring. She tried her best to avoid him, but he saw her too, and after a moment of uncomfortable indecision, he approached her.
"Monica," he said quietly, as though saying her name was painful to him.
"Hi, uh, Chandler," Monica replied, unable to look at him as she spoke.
"How are you?"
"Okay...you?"
"I'm hot," Chandler laughed, then stopped abruptly and sighed.
The moment of silence that passed was tense and uncomfortable, and made both parties want to scream.
"So, uh, Ross tells me you uh, have a girlfriend?" Monica couldn't believe her own audacity. She hadn't seen or spoken to Chandler for months, and *this* is the first thing she brings up?
"Oh, uh, yeah, Alicia. We, uh, broke up last month," Chandler shoved his free hand into his pocket, and nervously swung his small red shopping basket with the other.
"Oh. Sorry. It's really none of my business."
"No, it's alright. What--uh, what about you?"
"Me?"
"Are you uh..."
"Oh, oh, no. No."
Chandler nodded, then sighed.
"So, uh...why did--" Monica stopped suddenly.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's none of my business," Monica shook her head.
"Why did Alicia and I break up?"
Monica nodded sheepishly and rocked back onto her heels, as her face turned crimson.
"Well, a lot of reasons, really. We didn't have a lot in common. Joey hated her. But I guess..."
"What?"
"It was mostly because...she wasn't you," It was Chandler's turn to blush.
"Oh," Monica was taken aback by Chandler's blunt honesty.
"You certainly aren't easy to get over, Mon."
Monica felt herself closing up, unsure about how to respond to Chandler's comment.
"I...uh, I'd better go," Chandler smiled slightly.
Monica nodded silently, and watched as Chandler turned on his heel, and headed for the cashier. Only after he was out of earshot did her voice finally return. She took in a deep, much needed, breath, and let her tears fall freely.
Chandler grabbed his shopping bag and began to make his way out the door. Something inside him stirred, and he turned quickly, and scanned the small market. His eyes fell onto Monica, still rooted to the same spot where he'd left her. She looked up, and he could see that she had been crying. It took all that he had not to go back to her, and take her into his arms, and tell her it would all be okay. But he reminded himself that she had left him, not the other way around. She didn't love him. Yet there was a look on her face that made him wonder...if he was wrong. He turned and walked out the door, a thousand thoughts fluttering through his mind. As he walked down the street, he replayed the day Monica had left in his head. She had seemed so sure of her feelings. The woman that had walked out the door was not the woman he saw in the market today. He sighed as he made his way into his apartment. He had an uncontollable urge to put his sweat pants back on. Again.
I don't have anything I got to do all day
Lie in bed and watch TV
I don't have anything that I need to say
I know that you're hurting too, I know you're all alone
I know that you're coming back, I worked it out wrong
Worked it out wrong
I'll be silent, I'll be strong
I'll wait for you to come to me
And I know it won't be long
I know that you're hurting too, I know you're all alone
I know that you're coming back, I worked it out wrong
I worked it out wrong
Monica sat in her apartment two days later, feeling just as miserable as she had since her encounter with Chandler. She realized, after that day, that she was miserable before the encounter, she just refused admit it. She wanted to go back to her old apartment, and pound on the door, and tell Chandler she was sorry, and she was wrong, and she wanted him more than anything in the world. But she couldn't do that to him. She didn't want to hurt him again. She once thought that she was not capable of hurting someone she loved so much.
She was wrong.
Time, time means nothing
No nothing, means nothing when you're gone
Baby I'm lonely, and I'm sorry
I was wrong
I worked it out wrong
I worked it out wrong
"Chandler? Hellooooo..." Phoebe waved her hand in front of her friend's blank face.
"Huh? What, uh, what's up, Pheebs?"
"Chandler, what is wrong with you? You've been acting funny all week."
Chandler sighed. He looked at Joey and Phoebe, and relented, when he saw the look of concern in their eyes.
"I ran into Monica."
"What? When? What did she say? What did you say?" the questions were fast and furious.
"At the market. A few days ago. Not much was said. I think she's just as miserable as I am, though."
"Do you want me to talk to her?" Phoebe offered.
"No. I mean, of course, talk to her. But don't talk to her for me. About me. Whatever."
"Uh, okay," Phoebe looked utterly confused.
"Do you think you'll see her again?" Joey asked. "Do you think you'll talk to her again?"
"I have a feeling I will," Chandler smiled slightly, then got up and walked out of Central Perk, leaving his friends to wonder just what he meant by that.
I know that you're hurting too, I know you're all alone
I know that you're coming back, I worked it out wrong
Worked it out wrong
"Wow," Rachel sat back, taking in the story she had just forced out of Monica.
"Yeah," Monica nodded, her eyes glued to the contents of her coffee mug.
"What, uh, what are you going to do?"
"I have no idea. I don't want to hurt him again...but..."
"You still love him," Rachel nodded.
"How could I have been so stupid? Why did I throw away the best thing that ever happened to me?"
"I think the only question you should be asking yourself right now is--will he take you back? Because you have to go back. You have to fight for this."
Time, time means nothing
No nothing, means nothing when you're gone
I'm lonely and I'm sorry
I was wrong
Worked it out wrong
I worked it out wrong
I worked it out wrong
~*~
Yeah. "Worked It Out Wrong" is also by Chris Isaak. He makes good heartbreak songs.
That was embarassing. Anyhoo, on with the fic.
"Worked It Out Wrong"
It was summer in the city. It was a hot and sticky day, and Monica's air conditioner was broken. Typical. She sighed, and decided to take yet another shower, before heading out to the market. At least they would have air conditioning. She showered quickly and dressed slowly, before heading downstairs.
She was picking out some flowers when she saw him. It was the first time she'd seen him since That Day. He'd stopped calling months ago, probably because of that Alicia woman that Ross had told her about last spring. She tried her best to avoid him, but he saw her too, and after a moment of uncomfortable indecision, he approached her.
"Monica," he said quietly, as though saying her name was painful to him.
"Hi, uh, Chandler," Monica replied, unable to look at him as she spoke.
"How are you?"
"Okay...you?"
"I'm hot," Chandler laughed, then stopped abruptly and sighed.
The moment of silence that passed was tense and uncomfortable, and made both parties want to scream.
"So, uh, Ross tells me you uh, have a girlfriend?" Monica couldn't believe her own audacity. She hadn't seen or spoken to Chandler for months, and *this* is the first thing she brings up?
"Oh, uh, yeah, Alicia. We, uh, broke up last month," Chandler shoved his free hand into his pocket, and nervously swung his small red shopping basket with the other.
"Oh. Sorry. It's really none of my business."
"No, it's alright. What--uh, what about you?"
"Me?"
"Are you uh..."
"Oh, oh, no. No."
Chandler nodded, then sighed.
"So, uh...why did--" Monica stopped suddenly.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's none of my business," Monica shook her head.
"Why did Alicia and I break up?"
Monica nodded sheepishly and rocked back onto her heels, as her face turned crimson.
"Well, a lot of reasons, really. We didn't have a lot in common. Joey hated her. But I guess..."
"What?"
"It was mostly because...she wasn't you," It was Chandler's turn to blush.
"Oh," Monica was taken aback by Chandler's blunt honesty.
"You certainly aren't easy to get over, Mon."
Monica felt herself closing up, unsure about how to respond to Chandler's comment.
"I...uh, I'd better go," Chandler smiled slightly.
Monica nodded silently, and watched as Chandler turned on his heel, and headed for the cashier. Only after he was out of earshot did her voice finally return. She took in a deep, much needed, breath, and let her tears fall freely.
Chandler grabbed his shopping bag and began to make his way out the door. Something inside him stirred, and he turned quickly, and scanned the small market. His eyes fell onto Monica, still rooted to the same spot where he'd left her. She looked up, and he could see that she had been crying. It took all that he had not to go back to her, and take her into his arms, and tell her it would all be okay. But he reminded himself that she had left him, not the other way around. She didn't love him. Yet there was a look on her face that made him wonder...if he was wrong. He turned and walked out the door, a thousand thoughts fluttering through his mind. As he walked down the street, he replayed the day Monica had left in his head. She had seemed so sure of her feelings. The woman that had walked out the door was not the woman he saw in the market today. He sighed as he made his way into his apartment. He had an uncontollable urge to put his sweat pants back on. Again.
I don't have anything I got to do all day
Lie in bed and watch TV
I don't have anything that I need to say
I know that you're hurting too, I know you're all alone
I know that you're coming back, I worked it out wrong
Worked it out wrong
I'll be silent, I'll be strong
I'll wait for you to come to me
And I know it won't be long
I know that you're hurting too, I know you're all alone
I know that you're coming back, I worked it out wrong
I worked it out wrong
Monica sat in her apartment two days later, feeling just as miserable as she had since her encounter with Chandler. She realized, after that day, that she was miserable before the encounter, she just refused admit it. She wanted to go back to her old apartment, and pound on the door, and tell Chandler she was sorry, and she was wrong, and she wanted him more than anything in the world. But she couldn't do that to him. She didn't want to hurt him again. She once thought that she was not capable of hurting someone she loved so much.
She was wrong.
Time, time means nothing
No nothing, means nothing when you're gone
Baby I'm lonely, and I'm sorry
I was wrong
I worked it out wrong
I worked it out wrong
"Chandler? Hellooooo..." Phoebe waved her hand in front of her friend's blank face.
"Huh? What, uh, what's up, Pheebs?"
"Chandler, what is wrong with you? You've been acting funny all week."
Chandler sighed. He looked at Joey and Phoebe, and relented, when he saw the look of concern in their eyes.
"I ran into Monica."
"What? When? What did she say? What did you say?" the questions were fast and furious.
"At the market. A few days ago. Not much was said. I think she's just as miserable as I am, though."
"Do you want me to talk to her?" Phoebe offered.
"No. I mean, of course, talk to her. But don't talk to her for me. About me. Whatever."
"Uh, okay," Phoebe looked utterly confused.
"Do you think you'll see her again?" Joey asked. "Do you think you'll talk to her again?"
"I have a feeling I will," Chandler smiled slightly, then got up and walked out of Central Perk, leaving his friends to wonder just what he meant by that.
I know that you're hurting too, I know you're all alone
I know that you're coming back, I worked it out wrong
Worked it out wrong
"Wow," Rachel sat back, taking in the story she had just forced out of Monica.
"Yeah," Monica nodded, her eyes glued to the contents of her coffee mug.
"What, uh, what are you going to do?"
"I have no idea. I don't want to hurt him again...but..."
"You still love him," Rachel nodded.
"How could I have been so stupid? Why did I throw away the best thing that ever happened to me?"
"I think the only question you should be asking yourself right now is--will he take you back? Because you have to go back. You have to fight for this."
Time, time means nothing
No nothing, means nothing when you're gone
I'm lonely and I'm sorry
I was wrong
Worked it out wrong
I worked it out wrong
I worked it out wrong
~*~
Yeah. "Worked It Out Wrong" is also by Chris Isaak. He makes good heartbreak songs.