~* Hi all! I wanted to get this chapter done, because I have musical performances again this weekend, and we have off school tomorrow so my friends and I are going ghost-hunting again. Anyway, the song is by Vanessa Carlton. Review please!*~
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the song.
"Monica," Chandler said. "It's not what you think."
"No?" Monica asked.
"No, she's my secretary, Lois," Chandler explained. He looked back at the fifty-five year old woman who was sorting through his papers. She might have been pretty once, but could not hold a candle to Monica.
"Oh secretary," Monica said with a forced laugh. "Cause men never have affairs with those!"
"Mon, she's fifty-five," Chandler said. Monica paused.
"Really?"
"Yes, she's so old that she makes Joan Rivers look like a high school cheerleader," Chandler quipped. "Actually Joan Rivers actually does resemble one of the cheerleaders that went to my school."
"Didn't you go to an all boys school?" Monica asked.
"Yes." Monica had to laugh. Her laugh traveled the ocean and was like music to Chandler's ears. It filled the line and didn't stop for two minutes.
"You swear she's fifty-five?" Monica asked.
"Positive," Chandler said. "I'm sorry Monica."
"No, I overreacted," she told him. "Anyway, thanks for the scarf."
"You're welcome, you like it?"
"Love it," she informed him. "It's beautiful."
"Not like you," he said. "I miss you."
"You too."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
"Bye," he always hated this part. He hated saying goodbye to her.
"Bye," she answered and hung up the phone. Her friends filed in.
"Ready to show us the town?" Rachel asked. "I'm sure there are good shopping stores in Boston."
"You also have a one-track mind," Ross informed her. She stuck out her tongue at him and once they were ready, they all headed out. Monica led them through the city showing them all the places that she loved to go, but she wanted Chandler there with her while she was showing them the city. She wanted to go home, but to home with Chandler.
Making my way downtown
walking fast, faces past and I'm homebound
Staring blankly ahead
making my way, making my way
through the crowds
Her friends went home and Monica was again left alone in the apartment. It was times like these that she missed Chandler so much that she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to breath without hurting. She wanted to here his voice. At these times she would have walked across the ocean just to see him. As if he was reading her mind, the phone rang and she answered.
"Hello?"
"Monica?"
"Chandler!"
"Hi sweetheart," he smiled.
"Where are you?" It was a good question, this promotion had him traveling so much, he was liable to be a number of places.
"On my way home," he answered.
"I thought you had to stay in Rome and then fly to Paris?"
"Nope, I'm coming home."
"Oh Chandler! When?"
"Um..." She heard a key in the door. "Now." He stood in the doorway with his bags in one hand and the phone in the other. "I have to go now, this beautiful woman is standing right in front of me and there is nothing more I want to do then kiss her." He hung up the phone and set down his bags as Monica stood up and set the phone on the coffee table. She faced him and then threw herself in his arms.
"I missed you!"
"I know," he answered between kisses.
"I hate when you leave," she told him.
"I know," he replied.
"I love you."
"I know," with that she hit him. "What? I was in a rhythm." She hit him again and then kissed him.
"How long are you staying?"
"For awhile."
"How longs awhile?"
"Until you have to go back to London."
"A month? You're staying for a month?" He nodded and she squealed with delight and hugged him tightly.
"That is the best news I've heard all day!"
"I only made the best news of the day?" He asked pretending to be hurt.
"We got a new stove for the Boston restaurant," she said shrugging. "That was the best news of the month." He grinned and kissed her.
"Well, it is hard to beat a stove," he said.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"Right." He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Wishing that time would stop for them, wishing that he could hold her in his arms like that forever. He knew that this was ridiculous, time couldn't stop for anyone. It hadn't stopped for Romeo and Juliet, or Cleopatra and Marc Antony, what made him think that it would stop for Chandler Bing and Monica Geller? But he loved her, and for that moment, that moment would have to do.
and I need you
and I miss you
and now I wonder
If I could fall into the sky
do you think time would pass me by?
Cause you know that I'd walk a thousand miles
if I could just see you tonight
Monica stood shaking. It was her wedding day. How had her wedding day come so quickly? Didn't her and Chandler just get engaged a few seconds before? When had the time passed so quickly? Rachel was fixing her veil. Her dark hair was curled and fell to her shoulders held back off her face by fragile diamond barrettes that were her something old. Her blue scarf was tied around her leg. She could feel it and somehow that made her feel better. She wondered if Chandler was as nervous as she was. It was Chandler, she thought, he was terrified.
"Go check on Chandler," she informed Rachel. Rachel nodded and walked down the hall of the hotel to the room where the guys were. Chandler was sweating and pacing the room with Joey and Ross trying to vainly calm him down.
"Calm down?" He asked. "You want me to calm down? Are you kidding me?"
"Chandler, listen to Ross, he's done this three times," Joey pointed out.
"Each one ending disastrously," Chandler pointed out.
"Good point," Joey said and sat back down. Rachel cleared her throat and Chandler turned to her.
"What? Is it Monica? Is she alright? Did she decide that I wasn't good enough for her? I knew it!" He cried.
"Chandler, calm down," Rachel said. "She sent me over here to check on you."
"Why?" Joey asked.
"Because she's under the impression that Chandler is a mess, I don't know where she would get that idea," Rachel said looking at the pacing Chandler and shaking her head.
"I need a cigarette," Chandler announced.
"No!" The other three yelled. Chandler jumped back.
"Fine," he pouted and sat down. He began to fidget more.
"Chandler," Rachel said. "Calm down. You're marrying Monica. The woman that you love. Remember that." She shook her head and turned to the other two. "Keep him calm."
"Got it," Ross said. "He's going to be so calm that you won't even recognize him."
"Okay," Rachel said. "I'll go back and tell Monica that. I'm sure she'll be happy to hear that." Ross nodded and waved as she disappeared out of the room and down the hall. She burst into the room with Monica.
"He's fine," she lied. He was a mess. Worse than Monica and right then, Monica looked like she could face a herd of elephants running towards her than face that long walk down the aisle.
"That's good," Monica said. Kelly was there too, she was another one of Monica's bridesmaids.
"Mon, you look beautiful, you're going to get married to a great guy who loves you more than anything, calm down," Kelly said.
"Okay," Monica took a deep breath. "I can do this. I'm going to do this. I'll be fine."
"Sure you will!" Phoebe exclaimed. "That's the spirit! Now come on." Monica nodded and started out the door and down the hall to get married to the man she loved. It sounded so easy. Why was she so worried?
There's always times like these when I think of you
and I wonder if you ever think of me
and everything's so wrong
and I don't belong living in your precious memory
cause I need you
and I miss you
and now I wonder
if I could fall into the sky
do you think time would pass me by?
Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
if I could just see you tonight
"Do you Chandler take thee Monica to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Monica was watching the tape again. She watched it all the time. She saw the look on his face, and the way he was looking back at her. And it was times like these that she missed him so much that she hurt. She felt like she was drowning without him and needed him next to her to tell her that everything was okay and that she was okay. The phone rang and she answered.
"Monica?"
"Hi sweetie, I was just thinking about you," she told Chandler.
"Are you watching the wedding video again?"
"No..."
"You always were a lousy liar," he informed her.
"Shut up." There was a pause. "When are you coming home?"
"Soon," he promised.
"What's soon? Because soon to you might not be soon to me and..."
"Mon, calm down, I'll be home in a week," he told her.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Good, because I need you here," she said.
"I need you too," he said and talked a little longer before hanging up the phone and waiting a few more minutes before calling her again to hear her voice once more before he went to bed. He loved that she was the last call of his day. He had never had a last call before.
"You just called," she pointed out.
"I know, goodnight Monica," he said.
"Goodnight Chandler. Love you."
"That's why I called again," he said before telling her those three words that meant the world to him. "I love you." They hung up and Monica put away the tape and crawled into bed wrapping her arms around Chandler's pillow.
I, I don't want to let you know
I, I drown in your memory
I, I don't want to let this go
I, I don't
It was raining when Chandler opened the door and found the apartment dark. Monica was fast asleep on the couch, a book that she was attempting to read laying open on her chest and moving up and down with her breathing patterns. He gently picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and tucked her in before getting himself ready for bed and getting in beside her. He had great news to tell her. But it would wait for morning. He was tired and had had a long flight and all he wanted to do was hold her and sleep.
The next morning Monica woke up and felt arms around her. She smiled and rolled over and kissed him on the lips.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning beautiful," he whispered.
"When did you get home?"
"Last night."
"I'm glad," she told him kissing him again.
"I have good news."
"What's that?"
"I'll be home for the next seven months." He waited for a reaction.
"Seven? Did you say seven months?"
"Uh-huh."
"Why?"
"Things need settled in the Boston offices so I'll be here for awhile," he said.
"That's great!" She threw herself on top of him.
"I'm glad you think so," he said and kissed her head.
"You can come to London with me and we can start thinking about having a baby," she starting rattling off the things to do with their seven months.
"Honey, one step at a time," Chandler said laughing.
"Oh Chandler! This is so wonderful," she leaned into him and laid her head on his chest.
"I love you," he whispered into her hair.
"Ditto."
Making my way downtown
walking fast, faces past and I'm homebound
Staring blankly ahead
making my way, making my way
through the crowds
And I still need you
and I still miss you
"Can you believe we've been married for a year?" Monica asked while laying in Chandler's arms.
"No, it feels like I just met you yesterday," he kissed her temple.
"I know," she said staring up at him. "Do you ever wonder what would have happened if you had decided to go to...I don't know, Penn State instead of NYU?"
"I try not to, but I think my life would have been okay," he decided.
"Why do you say that?"
"I think I still would have met up with you. Karma isn't that mean. To have you out there and have me live my entire life without you? That's just wrong." Monica giggled. She kissed him.
"I think that was a great answer," she commented.
"I was taught by a great master."
"I'm glad that we worked this whole traveling thing out," Monica said. Monica had put Kelly in charge of the Boston restaurant and her friend in London Brett in charge of that one. She would check on them when she was in town, but she had decided that being with Chandler was more important. She would have walked a thousand miles to be with him some nights. Some nights she considered it whole-heartedly.
"Though I liked to get letters. Why didn't you ever write me letters before?" She asked. He paused and looked at her.
"I was writing to reach you, and you were always there for me so there was no need to write you. If I wanted to tell you how I felt all I had to do was tell you. When you were far away, writing seemed like the best method of expressing what I felt. I thought writing was romantic." He mumbled the last part and she asked him what he said and he sighed.
"Come on, I didn't hear that last part, what did you say?"
"Nothing."
"It wasn't nothing," she said. "Tell me!"
"I said it was romantic."
"Oh, I knew you were a softy at heart," she said laughing.
"Fine, you caught me." She giggled again. "Glad you get amusement out of my embarrassment."
"I'm sorry." They were silent.
"Mon? I'll write you more letters. If they make you happy, then they're worth it."
"Thanks," she said. They were quiet again and were going to go to sleep. "One more thing."
"What?" He asked.
"Could you work on your penmanship?"
and now I wonder
if I could fall into the sky
do you think time would pass us by?
Cause you know I would walk a thousand miles
if I could just see you
if I could fall into the sky
do you think would pass us by?
Cause you know I would walk a thousand miles
if I could just see you
if I could just hold you tonight
*~ And that's it! Please review and I hope you liked it!*~