The errors of Monica and Kip
This is jumping ahead a bit, this time its in Chandlers point of view, about 3 weeks since the last part. Monica has been dating Kip for just over a week and it's going really well till now… (Note- sorry, this is a hard chapter to write so the time may go by quite fast)
Disclaimer- I don't own friends, or anything associated with it. I wish I did, but I don't so please don't sue.
She's been as high-spirited as a balloon in the sky, but that was the thing that worried me, balloons always seemed to come down, and I was worried what'd happen to Monica, she'd be crushed. Oh well, but anyway that was the true reason I hadn't wanted to introduce her to Kip, he wasn't trust worthy when it came to women, I tried to explain but she said It'd be different. The way she felt was indescribable, wait I'd just described it perfectly hadn't I? I only wish that Phoebe was in the room, she loved it when I didn't make sense. When she'd first arrived all she had bought with her was her guitar case but it amused me greatly how much she'd fit in there! There was about four sets of clothes, come books she had written, come photo's a diary, some of her family jewellery and a beautifully carved wooded box containing some personal childhood memories. We felt sorry for her not having much, so we all chipped in and got her some new clothes, which she 'customised' in very original ways, she liked them though.
I've gone slightly away from the original subject now haven't you? Yes you have. I scolded myself for avoiding the subject at hand. The fact is I'm scared he's going to hurt her, I do on some level love her, but she's obviously not interested, I think she still thinks I'm mad at her for lopping of my toe on Thanksgiving, but I'd forgiven her long before, its my parents fault that Thanksgiving is now a jinks for me, not hers. I sighed, accepting the current situation concerning the "Kip" stuff, as long as she's happy, I'll either be happy or pretend I am and deal.
Just then Monica came hurriedly through the door and collapsed in my arms sobbing a sea of tears, soaking my shirt with her tears. I had no need to even ask, but realised that my greatest fear had became real and happened, I just held her tight, as if I'd never let go, and led her to her own apartment encase Kip returned, he probably wouldn't, he was probably getting drunk downstairs, and would return with some new girl who's heart he'd be breaking before the week was over. Phoebe was out most likely playing her guitar somewhere or if Carol was out annoying Ross with her most recent theory bout something that'd already been scientifically proven.
I sat Monica on the couch still hugging her tight before she let go of me long enough for me to grab, her a glass of water and box of tissues, a new shirt could wait. I felt so bad, worse than if I'd been dumped. Monica and I could almost tell exactly what the other was thinking; she knew I knew the problem, and now she knew why I didn't want her to meet Kip, let alone date him, with the two of us, at times like these no words were needed. Eventually she calmed down, her eyes red and blotchy from cry, her hair tangled. I sent her to bed, giving her one last hug and a kiss on her head before I left. I put I bunch of pillows and a blanket on her couch for me to sleep on. I'd already explained everything that had happened to Phoebe when she'd got back. I was too worried about Monica to leave, and didn't want to face Kip, at least for now. I rested my head, the cruel grey, thoughts of the evening setting in my head, and fell in to a dark, deep un-nerving sleep.
The following morning I was woken by a stream of bright warm sunlight, blinding my vision, before I turned my head to shield my eyes. I looked over at the clock, it was already gone nine thirty and neither Monica nor Phoebe had woken up yet. Considering what'd happened the night before I wasn't at all surprised. I folded the blanket I'd used the night before and put both it and the pillows in to a neat pile, I did this first because Monica was someone who liked things neat and tidy, she seemed to clean for at least three hours a day. I checked Monica's room, quietly opening the door just enough to see in, I saw she was still sleeping peacefully so I left her, closing the door to her room soundly.
It was about 10 o'clock when Monica stumbled in to the main apartment from her room, presumably woken by the smell of pancakes. While she was rubbing her eyes, only seconds later Phoebe came out of her room. I was already dressed, but Monica & Phoebe were still in their cute cotton PJ's, Monica's coloured white and light pink, Phoebe's white and baby blue. They always seemed to wake up at about the same time, usually Monica closely followed by Phoebe. I'd stacked them both a high plate of pancakes each, consisting of about eight pancakes apiece, with various topping on the table. I turned around to face them, a plate in each hand and set them down on the table. Monica looked much better than she had the night before, I smiled at them, Monica smiled back at me, I could tell it was an authentic smile because her eyes lit up at the same time. Phoebe however looked over at the tower of pancakes before her, her eyes wide before asking in a low voice, pointing to the plate on her side of the table "Is that for me?" I nodded and she couldn't help but break in to a smile, as if she'd never had pancakes, maybe she hadn't, before racing to the table, pouring some maple syrup on and taking a huge fork full. She momentarily chewed it, then swallowed it, before stating her opinion, "THESE ARE GREAT, thanks!" and continued with her pancakes, grinning.
Monica walked towards me and gave me a hug. "You really didn't have to." She said, letting the fact that she was glad creep in to her voice.
"Yeah I did, and I wanted to." I reassured her.
"Didn't you even make yourself some?" She questioned with a ting of guilt in her voice.
I laughed, "Just cos I made them for the two of you doesn't mean that I'm gonna miss out on all the fun." I quipped, producing an equally high stack of pancakes from behind my back. Monica and I smiled and sat and the table to begin our mission- to eat all the pancakes on our plates without making ourselves ill.
"I'm sorry I dragged you over here last night and everything Chandler." Monica apologised between bites. "But I am glad you did come over because I would of probably cried myself to sleep on the couch."
"1)- Don't apologise, I'm mad at Kip for being a jerk, and don't mind doing anything to make you feel better, and 2)- you can't have slept on the couch cos I was there!" I said grinning so she knew I was just joking around to lighten the subject. I then cleared away my plate and was about to leave, I'd already washed and changed in my apartment, Kip had long since gone out, it was then I realised I had no where to go. I turned around, "Can I hang out with you girls today?" I asked sheepishly. They smiled, but in a way that could only mean trouble. Probably 'shopping!' Oh well, better than being bored outta my skull at home on my own, instead be bored at the mall with some friends. I sat on the couch watching the TV while the two girls got ready to go out. Now for the time being I'd disowned Kip, and Ross was so busy at the moment with Carol. So instead I'd 'bond' with Monica and Phoebe, hopefully the shopping would take her mind off Kip, for the time being anyway, and they might even get me something, I though with a grin.
This is jumping ahead a bit, this time its in Chandlers point of view, about 3 weeks since the last part. Monica has been dating Kip for just over a week and it's going really well till now… (Note- sorry, this is a hard chapter to write so the time may go by quite fast)
Disclaimer- I don't own friends, or anything associated with it. I wish I did, but I don't so please don't sue.
She's been as high-spirited as a balloon in the sky, but that was the thing that worried me, balloons always seemed to come down, and I was worried what'd happen to Monica, she'd be crushed. Oh well, but anyway that was the true reason I hadn't wanted to introduce her to Kip, he wasn't trust worthy when it came to women, I tried to explain but she said It'd be different. The way she felt was indescribable, wait I'd just described it perfectly hadn't I? I only wish that Phoebe was in the room, she loved it when I didn't make sense. When she'd first arrived all she had bought with her was her guitar case but it amused me greatly how much she'd fit in there! There was about four sets of clothes, come books she had written, come photo's a diary, some of her family jewellery and a beautifully carved wooded box containing some personal childhood memories. We felt sorry for her not having much, so we all chipped in and got her some new clothes, which she 'customised' in very original ways, she liked them though.
I've gone slightly away from the original subject now haven't you? Yes you have. I scolded myself for avoiding the subject at hand. The fact is I'm scared he's going to hurt her, I do on some level love her, but she's obviously not interested, I think she still thinks I'm mad at her for lopping of my toe on Thanksgiving, but I'd forgiven her long before, its my parents fault that Thanksgiving is now a jinks for me, not hers. I sighed, accepting the current situation concerning the "Kip" stuff, as long as she's happy, I'll either be happy or pretend I am and deal.
Just then Monica came hurriedly through the door and collapsed in my arms sobbing a sea of tears, soaking my shirt with her tears. I had no need to even ask, but realised that my greatest fear had became real and happened, I just held her tight, as if I'd never let go, and led her to her own apartment encase Kip returned, he probably wouldn't, he was probably getting drunk downstairs, and would return with some new girl who's heart he'd be breaking before the week was over. Phoebe was out most likely playing her guitar somewhere or if Carol was out annoying Ross with her most recent theory bout something that'd already been scientifically proven.
I sat Monica on the couch still hugging her tight before she let go of me long enough for me to grab, her a glass of water and box of tissues, a new shirt could wait. I felt so bad, worse than if I'd been dumped. Monica and I could almost tell exactly what the other was thinking; she knew I knew the problem, and now she knew why I didn't want her to meet Kip, let alone date him, with the two of us, at times like these no words were needed. Eventually she calmed down, her eyes red and blotchy from cry, her hair tangled. I sent her to bed, giving her one last hug and a kiss on her head before I left. I put I bunch of pillows and a blanket on her couch for me to sleep on. I'd already explained everything that had happened to Phoebe when she'd got back. I was too worried about Monica to leave, and didn't want to face Kip, at least for now. I rested my head, the cruel grey, thoughts of the evening setting in my head, and fell in to a dark, deep un-nerving sleep.
The following morning I was woken by a stream of bright warm sunlight, blinding my vision, before I turned my head to shield my eyes. I looked over at the clock, it was already gone nine thirty and neither Monica nor Phoebe had woken up yet. Considering what'd happened the night before I wasn't at all surprised. I folded the blanket I'd used the night before and put both it and the pillows in to a neat pile, I did this first because Monica was someone who liked things neat and tidy, she seemed to clean for at least three hours a day. I checked Monica's room, quietly opening the door just enough to see in, I saw she was still sleeping peacefully so I left her, closing the door to her room soundly.
It was about 10 o'clock when Monica stumbled in to the main apartment from her room, presumably woken by the smell of pancakes. While she was rubbing her eyes, only seconds later Phoebe came out of her room. I was already dressed, but Monica & Phoebe were still in their cute cotton PJ's, Monica's coloured white and light pink, Phoebe's white and baby blue. They always seemed to wake up at about the same time, usually Monica closely followed by Phoebe. I'd stacked them both a high plate of pancakes each, consisting of about eight pancakes apiece, with various topping on the table. I turned around to face them, a plate in each hand and set them down on the table. Monica looked much better than she had the night before, I smiled at them, Monica smiled back at me, I could tell it was an authentic smile because her eyes lit up at the same time. Phoebe however looked over at the tower of pancakes before her, her eyes wide before asking in a low voice, pointing to the plate on her side of the table "Is that for me?" I nodded and she couldn't help but break in to a smile, as if she'd never had pancakes, maybe she hadn't, before racing to the table, pouring some maple syrup on and taking a huge fork full. She momentarily chewed it, then swallowed it, before stating her opinion, "THESE ARE GREAT, thanks!" and continued with her pancakes, grinning.
Monica walked towards me and gave me a hug. "You really didn't have to." She said, letting the fact that she was glad creep in to her voice.
"Yeah I did, and I wanted to." I reassured her.
"Didn't you even make yourself some?" She questioned with a ting of guilt in her voice.
I laughed, "Just cos I made them for the two of you doesn't mean that I'm gonna miss out on all the fun." I quipped, producing an equally high stack of pancakes from behind my back. Monica and I smiled and sat and the table to begin our mission- to eat all the pancakes on our plates without making ourselves ill.
"I'm sorry I dragged you over here last night and everything Chandler." Monica apologised between bites. "But I am glad you did come over because I would of probably cried myself to sleep on the couch."
"1)- Don't apologise, I'm mad at Kip for being a jerk, and don't mind doing anything to make you feel better, and 2)- you can't have slept on the couch cos I was there!" I said grinning so she knew I was just joking around to lighten the subject. I then cleared away my plate and was about to leave, I'd already washed and changed in my apartment, Kip had long since gone out, it was then I realised I had no where to go. I turned around, "Can I hang out with you girls today?" I asked sheepishly. They smiled, but in a way that could only mean trouble. Probably 'shopping!' Oh well, better than being bored outta my skull at home on my own, instead be bored at the mall with some friends. I sat on the couch watching the TV while the two girls got ready to go out. Now for the time being I'd disowned Kip, and Ross was so busy at the moment with Carol. So instead I'd 'bond' with Monica and Phoebe, hopefully the shopping would take her mind off Kip, for the time being anyway, and they might even get me something, I though with a grin.