Here we go again........
*Back To You*
~Discoveries~
Chandler walked up the stairs and knocked on the door to Apartment 20. He thought he should come visit, after all, he and Monica were fine now. Monica opened the door and a smile broke out.
"Chandler! You came! It's great to see you again." She hugged him and closed the door behind them. She looked at her watch. "Oh my God, I'm sorry Chandler. I have to go to work. Joey and Rachel are across the hall, or you could stay here. Just, Chandler?" She asked as she was walking out the door.
"Hmmm?"
"No porn." He laughed.
"Oh, you know me so well." She laughed and left. Chandler sat down on the couch for a few minutes then scanned the apartment. Nothing major had changed since he left. His barcalounger was still there, and so was most of his stuff. She hadn't even moved it out.
He walked into his old bedroom to find it mostly the same too. He glanced at the bedside table and saw a picture of them on the balcony, smiling and happy. Chandler looked away. It was too hard to believe they'd once been like that, happy and in love. He glanced at the closet and saw something sticking out. He knew Monica liked perfection so he went to stick it in and close the door. It was a photo album. Then Chandler noticed the letters in the front. C&M.
He opened it to find the wedding pictures from Ross' wedding to Emily. Pictures of the two of them while they had their "secret" relationship. Pictures from that chapel in Vegas and Monica wearing her blue sweatshirt. The last picture was of the six of them at Central Perk, Monica on Chandler's lap, the rest of them squished next to them. Chandler closed the book, stuffed it in Monica's closet and shut the door.
He left the room, going to sit on the windowseat. He looked down at Ross. Ewww, he thought to himself. Yoga in his underwear. Well, that much hasn't changed. When he shifted positions he felt something under the seat. Christmas Presents? he wondered. No, Christmas was a while ago. What's there then? He got off the seat and onto the floor, opening the lid. There was a box, not wrapped. Chandler opened it and felt tears come to his eyes. Which was very ususual for Chandler.
He picked up a tablet of paper from the London Marriott. The sock bunny Phoebe had made that Monica had given to him on their first Valentine's Day. Monica's something blue, something borrowed and something new sweatshirt they took from a store in Vegas. The Vicks Vapor Rub. And last but not least, Chandler's wedding ring. She kept it. Oh my God, Chandler thought to himself, what's going on?
~*~
Monica left to go to work, only realizing she forgot her keys to her resturant. She walked into her apartment, seeing Chandler seating on the floor next to the window seat. She was about to say something when she noticed he didn't know she was there. What was he looking at? She asked herself. She tried to look over his shoulder and realized it was her Chandler and Monica box. Oh my God, she thought to herself. Does he know I still love him? No, Monica shook herself, he's only looking at a box. I could've put that there some time ago. Of course! Monica quietly shut the the door and left.
"Hey, Carrie." Monica greeted the woman at the front. She and Carrie had become friends, not as good as Rachel or Pheobe, just chats and lunch breaks spent together. Carrie looked up and saw Monica's bright eyes.
"Wow, Monica, you look happy. What's happening?" Monica smiled.
"Remember that guy? You know, that night?" Carrie counted on her fingers.
"Guy, night. Yeah. Which guy? Chandler or Richard?"
"Chandler." Carrie began writing again.
"What about Chandler?"
"Oh, nothing." Monica started to walk away. "Except he's back."
"What?" Carrie's head jerked up. "Chandler's back? Are you guys together?" Monica laughed at her eagerness for details. Just like Rachel.
"No, we're not back together. I'll tell you about it over lunch. Okay? Take off at about twelve." Monica turned and went into the kitchen, then turned. "Tell Cary he has to take over for me my last hour. Okay? I want to visit with him." Carrie smiled.
"Alright. See you at lunch, Mon." Monica cooked and cooked until it was twelve and she could leave. She grabbed her coat and went to the front.
"Cassie? Can we go somewhere else? I'll be sick if I have to see anymore food from here."
"Sure thing. Just let me grab my coat." Carrie was soon back and they were walking down the street to the nearby deli. The little bell above the door rang as they walked in. Monica looked around for a table. She pointed to the corner.
"There! You go get food. Me? Um... a ham and cheese with lettuce and mayo and a diet coke." Monica went and sat down at the table, staring out the door. A few minutes later, Joey walked in.
"Hey, Joe!" Monica stood up and called to him over peope's heads. Joey saw her and started to make his way over towards their table.
"Monica, what're you doing here?"
"Lunchbreak. With a friend." Joey smiled.
"Friend, huh? What's her name?" Monica rolled her eyes. Typical, she thought to herself.
"Carrie." A voice came from behind Joey and Joey turned around.
"Well, Carrie," Joey still had that little smile on his face. "How you doin?" Monica waited for a minute while Joey talked to Carrie, got a sandwich and left the deli.
"Monica, I got a date with your friend. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not. I thought you wanted to hear what happened with Chandler." Monica smiled mischeviously.
"Right." Carrie leaned forward. "Now, details, Monica, details!" Monica told Carrie about the wedding, out on the balcony, and what she'd found Chandler looking at.
"Wow." Carrie sat back. "So you're just friends, but you found him looking at your relationship box. Interesting. Question is, Monica, do you love him?" All was silent for a moment while Monica thought. Finally she answered.
"Yes."
"Then," Carrie concluded as she finshed off her soda, "You know what to do."
Monica thought for a moment, and realized Carrie was right and she'd have to tell Chandler. Then silently asked herself, "What do you know? You're going out with Joey."
~*~
There. Long enough? I hope so. I know Monica's never really been friends with that girl, whatever her name is, but I needed a character. Okay? Please R/R!!!
*Back To You*
~Discoveries~
Chandler walked up the stairs and knocked on the door to Apartment 20. He thought he should come visit, after all, he and Monica were fine now. Monica opened the door and a smile broke out.
"Chandler! You came! It's great to see you again." She hugged him and closed the door behind them. She looked at her watch. "Oh my God, I'm sorry Chandler. I have to go to work. Joey and Rachel are across the hall, or you could stay here. Just, Chandler?" She asked as she was walking out the door.
"Hmmm?"
"No porn." He laughed.
"Oh, you know me so well." She laughed and left. Chandler sat down on the couch for a few minutes then scanned the apartment. Nothing major had changed since he left. His barcalounger was still there, and so was most of his stuff. She hadn't even moved it out.
He walked into his old bedroom to find it mostly the same too. He glanced at the bedside table and saw a picture of them on the balcony, smiling and happy. Chandler looked away. It was too hard to believe they'd once been like that, happy and in love. He glanced at the closet and saw something sticking out. He knew Monica liked perfection so he went to stick it in and close the door. It was a photo album. Then Chandler noticed the letters in the front. C&M.
He opened it to find the wedding pictures from Ross' wedding to Emily. Pictures of the two of them while they had their "secret" relationship. Pictures from that chapel in Vegas and Monica wearing her blue sweatshirt. The last picture was of the six of them at Central Perk, Monica on Chandler's lap, the rest of them squished next to them. Chandler closed the book, stuffed it in Monica's closet and shut the door.
He left the room, going to sit on the windowseat. He looked down at Ross. Ewww, he thought to himself. Yoga in his underwear. Well, that much hasn't changed. When he shifted positions he felt something under the seat. Christmas Presents? he wondered. No, Christmas was a while ago. What's there then? He got off the seat and onto the floor, opening the lid. There was a box, not wrapped. Chandler opened it and felt tears come to his eyes. Which was very ususual for Chandler.
He picked up a tablet of paper from the London Marriott. The sock bunny Phoebe had made that Monica had given to him on their first Valentine's Day. Monica's something blue, something borrowed and something new sweatshirt they took from a store in Vegas. The Vicks Vapor Rub. And last but not least, Chandler's wedding ring. She kept it. Oh my God, Chandler thought to himself, what's going on?
~*~
Monica left to go to work, only realizing she forgot her keys to her resturant. She walked into her apartment, seeing Chandler seating on the floor next to the window seat. She was about to say something when she noticed he didn't know she was there. What was he looking at? She asked herself. She tried to look over his shoulder and realized it was her Chandler and Monica box. Oh my God, she thought to herself. Does he know I still love him? No, Monica shook herself, he's only looking at a box. I could've put that there some time ago. Of course! Monica quietly shut the the door and left.
"Hey, Carrie." Monica greeted the woman at the front. She and Carrie had become friends, not as good as Rachel or Pheobe, just chats and lunch breaks spent together. Carrie looked up and saw Monica's bright eyes.
"Wow, Monica, you look happy. What's happening?" Monica smiled.
"Remember that guy? You know, that night?" Carrie counted on her fingers.
"Guy, night. Yeah. Which guy? Chandler or Richard?"
"Chandler." Carrie began writing again.
"What about Chandler?"
"Oh, nothing." Monica started to walk away. "Except he's back."
"What?" Carrie's head jerked up. "Chandler's back? Are you guys together?" Monica laughed at her eagerness for details. Just like Rachel.
"No, we're not back together. I'll tell you about it over lunch. Okay? Take off at about twelve." Monica turned and went into the kitchen, then turned. "Tell Cary he has to take over for me my last hour. Okay? I want to visit with him." Carrie smiled.
"Alright. See you at lunch, Mon." Monica cooked and cooked until it was twelve and she could leave. She grabbed her coat and went to the front.
"Cassie? Can we go somewhere else? I'll be sick if I have to see anymore food from here."
"Sure thing. Just let me grab my coat." Carrie was soon back and they were walking down the street to the nearby deli. The little bell above the door rang as they walked in. Monica looked around for a table. She pointed to the corner.
"There! You go get food. Me? Um... a ham and cheese with lettuce and mayo and a diet coke." Monica went and sat down at the table, staring out the door. A few minutes later, Joey walked in.
"Hey, Joe!" Monica stood up and called to him over peope's heads. Joey saw her and started to make his way over towards their table.
"Monica, what're you doing here?"
"Lunchbreak. With a friend." Joey smiled.
"Friend, huh? What's her name?" Monica rolled her eyes. Typical, she thought to herself.
"Carrie." A voice came from behind Joey and Joey turned around.
"Well, Carrie," Joey still had that little smile on his face. "How you doin?" Monica waited for a minute while Joey talked to Carrie, got a sandwich and left the deli.
"Monica, I got a date with your friend. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not. I thought you wanted to hear what happened with Chandler." Monica smiled mischeviously.
"Right." Carrie leaned forward. "Now, details, Monica, details!" Monica told Carrie about the wedding, out on the balcony, and what she'd found Chandler looking at.
"Wow." Carrie sat back. "So you're just friends, but you found him looking at your relationship box. Interesting. Question is, Monica, do you love him?" All was silent for a moment while Monica thought. Finally she answered.
"Yes."
"Then," Carrie concluded as she finshed off her soda, "You know what to do."
Monica thought for a moment, and realized Carrie was right and she'd have to tell Chandler. Then silently asked herself, "What do you know? You're going out with Joey."
~*~
There. Long enough? I hope so. I know Monica's never really been friends with that girl, whatever her name is, but I needed a character. Okay? Please R/R!!!