Ah, and the Dashboard Confessional kick ends. Well, I'm still listening to them cause...well they're great, but I have a new band for this one. The song is sung by the Jawhawks. Please review again, it meant a lot to me. Even the person who wrote the same thing like twenty times. Try to only do it once this time. : )
Disclaimer: Yeah, so I woke up and realized that I didn't own them
Chandler couldn't believe that he was actually kissing her. He had waited for this moment for a year. He would have bet good money that their lips would never meet again. Now he was kissing her. Or rather, she was kissing him. He had a feeling that they would not make it to a restaurant to get something to eat and drink. He was drunk on her. Her perfume filled his senses and as she pulled away. Did he do something wrong? He suddenly was filled with panic.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," she apologized.
"No! Why are you apologizing? There's nothing to apologize for. That was amazing Monica."
"Chandler, you're still married."
"I'm getting divorced," he offered but she shook her head.
"But you're not yet." She turned her face away and stared out the window. "I think that we should go back to being friends before attempting to try anything else." He didn't want to tell her, but he was pretty sure that they were past that point.
"I guess, if that's what you want," he said.
"Yeah. I think it'll probably be a good idea," she said. Her head was telling her that this was the right thing to do, but her heart was bursting and was screaming at her to tell him that she was lying. It was calling her a fool and telling her that she was about to ruin possibly the best thing that would ever happen to her.
"All right. We can be friends. Do you still want to get something to eat?" She laughed a little.
"Still thinking about food, huh?" She asked teasingly.
"No. I'm thinking about you, food is second on the list." She blushed and he remembered that he could always make her blush.
"Okay, then let's go get some food." He led her out of the apartment and they got into the silent elevator. He studied her face. She held a thoughtful expression on her face.
"What's up?" He asked. "You look like you're thinking hard over there."
"Rachel told me that you....you were kind of...well... sort of...." She trailed off trying to grasp the right word.
"I never went out, Monica. I just stayed in for awhile. And then Joey said some pretty harsh wake up calls and I went out and I met Brittany. And she was....she was okay. She wasn't great, and she wasn't you. But she was someone there. I thought that at least, if you were happy in Seattle, then I could try at least to be happy in New York. I could pretend. I could lie to everyone, including myself that I was okay. I had a girlfriend and I was okay."
"I'm sorry Chandler," she said softly.
"No, Joey was right that day. You did nothing wrong. We weren't married or engaged or actually dating. You know what my mother told me that I got very angry with at the time, but she was right on the money?"
"What?"
"She told me that I let the best thing in my life get on a plane and move to Seattle, and that I should have followed you. I should have gone to the ends of the earth for you." He chuckled slightly. "She was right, you know? She was completely and totally right."
"Chandler, I meant the friends thing. I would like to be friends first."
"Okay." The elevator door slid open and the two of them stepped out into the lobby to go get dinner.
The world never ends
It's only the beginning
And we can't pretend
to discover it's meaning
Chandler helped a very drunk Monica into the apartment later that night. She had began ordering drinks and hadn't stopped. She claimed that vodka cleansed the soul. He would normally agree, but he had promised himself earlier that he would make sure that she got home okay. He helped her to the couch and grabbed a blanket and carefully covered her up. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything," she said sleepily. He nodded.
"Go to sleep."
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"Do you want me to?"
"I think so."
"Then I'll stay." He sat down on the chair across from her. She opened her eyes again.
"Chandler?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you remember when we were inseparable?"
"Yeah," he smiled at the memory.
"We could talk hours about nothing, remember?"
"Yeah."
"I miss that," she sighed. "I miss that a lot."
"Go to sleep." He kissed her forehead and she snuggled down into the couch and drifted off to sleep. Chandler sat across from her and watched her sleep. Her breathing became even and the blanket was rising and falling with her chest as she slept. Her mouth was slightly apart, and she sighed in her sleep. He didn't know that. He never knew that she sighed in her sleep. He wondered if she did it every night, or if she was dreaming. There was so much that he needed to learn about her. They had been best friends for so long, and he never realized how many details that he had missed.
"Monica?" He figured he could talk to her while she was sleeping and would have the confidence to tell her what he wanted to. "I'm sorry for the things that I said. And I'm sorry, but I love you. And I want to be more than friends. I want to hold you every single day for the rest of my life. And you know me, non-commitment guy. But I would marry you in a heartbeat. I would take you to city hall tomorrow if you told me that you would." He leaned forward and gently stroked back her hair. "And I don't think that I can stand this friends thing for very long. So realize that I'm going to make you realize that you don't want to be just friends either." He sat back in the chair satisfied. He'd make her see. He'd have to.
We talked for hours at a time
Then I came to my senses
You're more than a friend
You're my perfect lover
I'll never be all you want me to
but that's all right
When she woke up the next morning, she was surprised to see him still sitting on the chair asleep holding vigil over her. That was the second thing she noticed. The first was the splitting headache that made her want to cry.
"Oh God," she whined and stumbled towards the bathroom for some Advil. She had trouble with the childproof top and was getting frustrated.
"Damn childproof lid!" She said hitting it against the counter trying to open it. She felt a strong hand reach down and take it off her and expertly screw it open. He took her hand and poured two pills into her outstretched hand.
"There," Chandler said and turned around and walked out of the room.
"I didn't know that you were awake," she called. But her yelling made her head pound worse, so she went back out into the living near him. He came out of the kitchen holding a cold compress and handed it to her.
"Yeah, well, a chair is not exactly the most comfortable place to sleep, you know?" She nodded and leaned her head back and closed her eyes with the compress in place.
"My head feels like it's going to explode," she muttered.
"Well, you made best friends with Jack Daniel and his friend Russian vodka last night," Chandler commented. She waved her hand to discourage him from talking any further.
"Please. I try to forget my mistakes, and that...that was a big one." He laughed.
"Well, if you're going to live, I have to go pack."
"Maybe when I feel like I'm not dying any more, we can get together for one last dinner."
"A 'let's-be-friend- again-before-I-leave' dinner?"
"Yeah. That."
"Okay, call me when you feel better." She hardly acknowledged his leaving before she stumbled back to her bedroom to try to sleep off this hangover.
"Hey," Chandler came to pick her up again.
"You look very nice," Monica complimented.
"Oh, thanks. This old thing?" She giggled and he extended his arm and she took it.
"So where are we going?" She asked.
"I thought some place nice," he suggested. "Without a bar." She rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly.
"Stop. I was dehydrated last night," she covered.
"Liar."
"Call me what you will," she said. "But I stand by that statement."
"Okay." He laughed and hailed a cab.
"Look, it stopped raining," she said glancing up at the sky.
"Wow, I never thought it would stop," he said smiling at her.
"Neither did I."
"Mon..."
"Chan..." They both laughed uncomfortably.
"You go," she said.
"No. You go." Neither said anything and they laughed again.
"Monica, I just wanted to say that....I think that friends thing....it's really..."
"Stupid." She interrupted.
"I...are you.....are you serious?"
"What was I thinking? I mean, you and me? Just friends? Ha!" He took this opportunity to pull her close to him and smother her lips.
I'm gonna make you love me
I'm gonna dry your tears
And we're gonna stay together
for a million years
it's the least I can do
Just to make you my baby
They stumbled back into her apartment kissing, only pausing long enough for Monica to stick the key in the door and open it.
"Where's the bedroom?" Chandler asked breathlessly.
"Last door on the left," Monica replied. He nodded and scooped her into his arms and carried down the hallway. He shifted her so that his hand could turn the doorknob and then laid her on the bed. He landed kisses all over her neck and down to take off the dress that she was wearing. He unzipped the back of the dark blue dress and threw it onto a chair. He missed completely and Monica laughed.
"Good shot."
"Thanks," he grinned as he reached behind and unhooked her bra. He was never good with bras, but it seemed like the gods had given him a break that night. He smiled inwardly. That's because the earth was stopping for them, for them to be together. For them to work things out.
"Chandler?"
"Hmm?"
"I am sorry."
"I know. Shush." He held her in his arms. Yes, time was stopping for them. Or at least slowing down.
He rolled over to watch her sleep. Her breathing was even and her dark hair was fanned out on the pillow below her head. One of her hands was casually intertwined with his. Her fingers just barely holding on with the confidence that he wouldn't let go.
"You're staring at me," she said sleepily, with her eyes still closed.
"How did you know?"
"I'm amazing like that," one eye opened and a small smile was displayed on her face.
"You are amazing. Last night was amazing."
"Tell me about it," she said. "What time is it?"
"It's three in the morning."
"Oh." She snuggled deeper into his embrace. "I like this. No, scratch that. I love this."
"Really? Cause I think it's just all right." She smacked him and he laughed. "I'm teasing."
"Better be," she mumbled as sleep began to descend again.
"Go to sleep again," he whispered. "I'll see you in the morning." She nodded and drifted off safe in his arms.
no words could describe
Oh, pinch me I'm dreaming
your hair's long and black
as it lays 'cross my pillow
when I stare in your eyes
I get lost in your glory
Monica woke up the next morning to an incessant knocking on the front door. She groaned and looked at the man laying next to her.
"What is that?" He asked.
"That would be someone knocking," she answered. She rolled out of bed and pulled on a robe that was thrown over the back of a chair. She rubbed her eyes and pulled open the door.
"How about some breakfast?" It was Christopher. Oh God, she thought. Christopher. What do I say to him? What do I tell him? Oh, hey, that friend of mine that was in from New York? Yeah, well, I just slept with him. Sorry. No, she decided. That definitely would not work.
"I'd love to, but that friend of mine from New York is coming over. So actually I have to get a shower."
"I'd love to meet her."
"Him," Monica corrected.
"What?"
"It's a him. His name is Chandler."
"Oh." Christopher didn't say anything and Monica bit her lip. "Well, I'd still like to meet him."
"Why don't I call you and we can all meet for lunch?" Monica was trying to cover with Christopher, and figure out how to tell Chandler that she actually had a boyfriend. A sort of boyfriend. No, she admitted to herself. Christopher was really and truly a boyfriend.
"I guess that would be okay," Christopher responded sounding unsure.
"It's a great idea! Call you later, okay?" Monica practically pushed him out the door before sighing and heading back in to deal with Chandler's reaction.
"I need to talk to you," she said sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Who was at the door?" Chandler asked.
"That's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about. His name is Christopher. And he's well.....I was dating him ....am dating him." She cringed waiting for his reaction.
"Oh."
"Oh? That's all you're going to say?"
"Did you want me to say more?"
"I was thinking that you might. I'm sorry."
"For what Monica? Having a boyfriend? I have a wife."
"That's an excellent point," she said and then smiled at him. "But you're divorcing her."
"And you're breaking up with him, right?"
"Right," she smiled again. "If we're really a we."
"We really are," he assured her. "Or at least, I want us to be."
"Good. Then, yes, I'll break up with him." It was his turn to grin at her.
"Good," he repeated kissing her.
"But we still have to have lunch with him," Monica added pulling away. Chandler made a face.
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. Come on, don't make this hard for me. " Chandler made another face.
"Fine."
"Fine." Monica patted his shoulder and then walked away to get in the shower.
"On one condition," Chandler called out after her.
"What's that?" she yelled back.
"I take that shower with you."
"Deal."
I'll never be all you want me to
but that's all right
I'm gonna make you love me
I'm gonna dry your tears
and we're gonna stay together
for a million years
Monica shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was sitting between Chandler and Christopher, who were shooting each other dirty looks.
"So Christopher, Monica tell me that you work for her studio," Chandler attempted a conversation.
"Yes. What do you do?"
"I am a data processor," Chandler told him.
"Oh. What is that?" Christopher asked.
"Um, Chandler lives across from my old apartment," Monica jumped in.
"Really? Is that how you met?" Christopher asked.
"No, actually Chandler was my brother Ross's roommate," Monica said.
"Ross and I are really good friends still," Chandler said. "Have you met him?"
"No, can't say that I have," Christopher said.
"That's a shame," Chandler said. They were back to the glaring looks. Monica didn't think that she could take much more.
"Where is the waiter?" She asked looking around the restaurant.
"Listen Monica," Christopher said suddenly. "I just remembered that I have a meeting."
"Oh. Okay."
"We can get together later?"
"Sure, there's something that I need to talk to you about," she said and she didn't miss Chandler's smirk.
"Okay, dinner tonight?"
"That's fine," Monica said and turned her face when he went to kiss her lips so that he got her cheek.
"Great," he said and got up and left the table. Monica dropped her head into her hands.
"That guy is an asshole!" Chandler exclaimed. Monica glanced up.
"You didn't help," she accused.
"Sorry Monica, but seriously, he's a jerk," Chandler said.
"I'm not hungry anymore," she said and got up and placed her napkin on the table and walked out.
"What did I do?" Chandler called after her. He threw down money for the bill and hurried out behind her. "Monica!"
"What?" She stopped.
"What did I do?"
"Nothing. I just have a headache and I'm not hungry anymore, so I'm going to go home." Chandler fell in step next to her.
"Can I walk you home?"
"It's a free country," Monica replied. Chandler walked silently beside her.
"You okay?"
"Fine."
"Great."
"Great." Silence again. "Are you going to talk to me?"
"You know you're not making this easy on me," Monica sputtered out spinning around.
"Huh?"
"This! You came in and disrupted my life, Chandler. And not that I'm upset about it, but it's still changes. I have to break up with my boyfriend, and my easy, if lonely, life is going to change. Majorly change. And all I am asking, is that you understand this. And be nice."
"Okay, I'm sorry," he pulled her to him and rocked her back and forth. "I'll try to be nice from now on." She let a small smile grace her face.
"Okay, I have to go decide what to wear to break up with my boyfriend now."
when you were a little girl
your great big world came tumbling down
so sad
Yeah the river it bends
but it flows to the ocean
and baby here I am
I'm your sea of devotion
Chandler was waiting for her when she got home that night.
"How'd he take it?"
"Not so good."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"I figured he wouldn't. You're not so easy to let go."
"I didn't tell about you. I didn't want to rub salt in the wound."
"Okay. That's okay," he patted the couch next to him and she happily sunk into his arms.
"What happens now Chandler?"
"What do you mean?
"What happens with us? What do we do?"
"I don't know," he said kissing her temple. "I do know, however, that I love you and will go wherever you want me to."
"But what about your job?"
"It's just a job, besides, I'm in love with a beautiful woman who makes plenty of money."
"What about New York? You love New York!"
"I know, but I can't let you out of my life again. I need you. I need to be with you and I need you here beside me always. So I'll get used to the rain." She gave a small laugh.
"Does that mean we're officially a couple?"
"I think so."
"That was fast."
"Actually, it took forever for us to get here." He gave her head one more kiss.
I'll never be all you want me to
but that's all right
I'm gonna make you love me
I'm gonna dry your tears
and we're gonna stay together
for a million years
~Review please! I had a great weekend. It was homecoming and the float I worked on won!!!!! Go us!!!! But today in gym class, I was running towards third base and I tripped and I took a spectacular dive over it and landed very hard on my right leg, so my day was effectively ruined, so I think that's reason enough for you to review. I'm working on an epilogue, but only if you people review!~