A/N: Thx for all of you who had given me suggestions to make the story better. I hope u all like the story and will keep reading it. Hehehehe. Again, plz review. I really need your review. Other wise I won't know if you like it or not. Well, thx. I know this chapter and the last chapter is kindda depressing. But it'll get better. Enjoy. There's a new character I made, Carter's new friend, named Jordan, and Jo for short.

Continue: to inform you that Mr. Geller had died in a place crash."

"What?! Please tell me you're lying. Please. Please."

"I'm sorry, I'm not lying. Mr. Geller was on a plane to New York to visit his children and the plane got crashed. Some people died and some got injured, but we suspect that Mr. Geller had died because we haven't found his body yet and it's been almost one week. His family is having the funeral in New York."

Silence.

"Hello, you're there?" the man asked.

"Ah. Hm. yeah. Thanks," I said, and then I hung up.

I went into my bedroom and I lay on my bed. I put my face on my pillow and I let out a cry. I though, Why, why can't my life be as fun as the other kids? Mr. Geller is the only one here that knows Mon's number in New York, and now his dead. Life is just sucks for me. I hate my life. I hope I'm someone else. I thought and thought until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was the next morning. When I opened my eyes, it felt like it's burning. Then I remembered yesterday, that Mr. Geller was in a plane crash. I didn't feel like living. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again.

Candy went into when I was starting to fall asleep, "Chandler, sweetie, are you okay?"

"Yeah."I said mood-lessly

"C'mon Chanddy, I know something's wrong. Tell me. You used to tell me everything, but now you never tell me anything."

"Okay okay," while I laid on the bed, I told her the whole story, "Yeah, so basically Monica's dad was in a plane crash to New York and now I have to idea how to find Monica. New York is damn big place. I don't know if I could ever find her."

"Oh poor Chandler," then Candy took my head into her arms.

I stayed in my room all day, drowning to my sorrow. Candy had been going back and forth to my room, giving me breakfast, lunch and my snacks. Carter was out with his new friends and Mom was in her office, gathering ideas for her new upcoming book. I felt a relief that Candy was the only one at home.

"Hm. Candy, can you do me a favour?"

"Yeah sure. What?"

"Please don't tell Carter or mom about this ok. I don't want them to know and make a big fuss out of this," I said.

"Yeah. I won't tell. I'll keep it as a secret between you and me. But you have to promise me that you will get up from your bed tomorrow and have fun with me. I wanna go to this amusement park nearby, but stupid Carter doesn't wanna go because of his new friends and mom can't go either. So I you have to go with me. Okay?" she blinked.

"Okay. There's no mistake for spending the whole day with my sister right?" I asked jokingly.

"Hahaha you're right. Man, you always crack me up."

"Hahaha one point for Chanddy and zero for Candy." then we joked around.

* * *

"Where's Chandler?" mom and Carter asked almost at the same time.

"He's in the bathroom, taking a shower," said Candy.

"Is he sick or something? I haven't seen him since morning," Carter said.

"He's fine. We played with each other today."

"Oh ok. Well, I'm gonna call Jo now," said Carter as he walked towards his room.

"Candy honey, what's up with Carter and Jo now? Are they like best friends now?" mom asked.

"Ah. I don't know. I don't even know who's Jo. Maybe Chandler knows."

I came out from the bathroom and mom started to ask me a thousands of questions.

"Chandler, you alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No, nothing. So Chandler, do you know anything about Jo, Jordan or something?" she asked unsure about the name.

"Nope, not really. I heard his a friend of Carter or something."

"I know. Have you ever meet him or something? Is he a good kid?" "I don't know mom. You know me; I'm not Carter who has a lot of friends. Why don't you ask Carter himself?" I snapped.

Mom looked at me with a disbelieving face. I hadn't talk like that in years since mom and dad got divorce. My voice had change over the past few months, it was getting louder, stronger, more manly, and rough. I didn't mean to talk like that to her, but I couldn't stand it.

"Um. I'm sorry. There's just something bothering me. Never mind," I looked at the floor and turned back, heading to my room, before I could hear my mom said,

"What's wrong Chanddy? You don't like it here?"

I shook my head.

"What honey? Tell me." she walked toward me and put her hand through my hair.

"No mom. It's nothing. Well, I wanna go to the park first ok. I'll be back soon," I took my jacket that I hang on the door and I walked out. I saw mom shaking her head.

* * *

I walked to the park carrying my jacket, just realizing how hot it was. Why do I have to bring jacket? It's a damn summer!

From the distance, I could see the bench where Monica and me met. Seeing the place just made my heart ache. I tried to be strong. I have to go there. I have to be strong. Someday I will meet Monica again! Meet her and meet her. That was what I believed.

I sat on the grass and I could feel the heat coming inside me. The sun was getting hotter and I saw a lot of people wearing heat and sitting under the trees or shadows, but I, I was sitting on the grass under the sun. Suddenly, I felt this rush inside my body and all I saw was black.

A/N: Hehehe. hope you like it.. Plz review after reading. Cuz your reviews are important for me. Thx for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. I also wanna say that I'm leaving you in a cliff-hanger. Well, it's not exactly like a cliff-hanger, but yeah. Thx