Continued kind of after it. Whatever. :)
"Monica. Monica." Chandler was shaking her shoulder, trying to get her to wake up. She had slept in Joey's room the night before in one of Chandler's old t-shirts. She groaned a bit and mumbled some. Slowly, she opened her eyes and squinted at the sunlight shining through the windows. She tried to blink the sleep away, but decided to use the back of her hand instead.
"Good Morning beautiful." Chandler said, smiling.
Groggily, Monica replied, "Hey."
"I'm glad you don't have morning sickness."
"Me too." She streched her arms above her head and yawned. She looked around. "How did I get in here?"
"You fell asleep on the couch, and I figured Joey wasn't going to come home at 11:30 pm, so I brought you in here." She smiled.
"Thanks."
"Now get up sleepy head! The day awaits you."
"Can you tell the day to skip by please? I'd really like to sleep some more."
"Everyone would. Now, I'm guessing you don't want to go to work today right?"
"Good guess Sherlock." She yawned as Chandler exited her room to call into work for her. He came back about 15 minutes later with a tray, a bowl and two glasses.
"Here. I can't really cook, but I can pour cereal and milk, plus water!" He said. She smiled again. Even at 9:45 in the morning, he managed to cheer her up. At least a bit.
"Hey," she said, mid-bite, "Why aren't you at work?"
"Um, today's my day off." He lied, unsuccessfully.
"What? Oh come on Chandler, don't tell me you took the day off because of me!" She was honored yet she felt bad for making him miss a day of work.
"Oh hey, it's not you, it's your situation." A smirk crossed his face.
"Shut up!" She laughed. Chandler was surprised to see her in such good condition. After the whole Richard fall-out, he had thought the same thing was going to replay itself. Monica was handling herself pretty well, so far.
Monica alternated between Chandler and Phoebe's apartment. Ross had moved into what was Monica and Rachel's apartment with Rachel, as they were still going strong. (yes, that's my own thingy there). She had gotten a few calls from Pete, but she never returned them. One night however, she was visiting with her brother and best friend when the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Rachel said, as she picked up the phone.
"Hi," a man's voice replied.
"May I help you sir?"
"Um, yes, could you tell me where Monica is?"
"Uh, who is this?"
"This is Pete. I have a cold."
"Oh. Um, hang on, I'll see if she's here." She covered the reciever with her hand. "Monica, it's Pete. Do you want to talk to him?" Her brother urged her on.
"You might as well. You have to sometime." Monica nodded and took the phone from Rachel.
"Hello."
"Hi," Pete replied shortly. "You still need to come and pick up your stuff." Monica had successfully avoided his phone calls for a week. He hadn't known that she was living with Chandler and Phoebe, so, it wasn't like Rachel was lying when she said Monica wasn't there.
"Oh. Okay." Monica wasn't surprised to say the least, but it wasn't safe to say that she had seen that coming. She had always thought that Pete would want her back, but it was clear that he was so set on having his idealistic life, that he wouldn't give a woman pregnant with his child a second thought. "When do you want me to come?" She asked, walking into the spare room. She sat on the couch in there, waiting for him to answer.
"Sometime this week."
"You have a preference?"
"No, not really. As long as you come."
"Alright." She replied, and hung up on him. She walked out of the room, and hung the phone up.
"What did he say hon?" Rachel asked upon seeing Monica.
"He wanted me to move my stuff out." Suddenly realizing what she just said, Monica freaked. "Oh my god! He actually wants me to move out! Where am I going to stay? I can't stay here. I can't live with Chandler, Joey's there. I don't think Phoebe would want to live with me again!"
"Whoa, honey. Calm down alright? We'll figure something out."
"Wah, where, who, when." Rachel went over to her and rubbed her back.
"Calm down honey. Remember Heckle's apartment? Well, the person who was living there moved out. You could rent that apartment for awhile." Monica took a few deep breaths and nodded. She let Rachel lead her to the couch and sit her down. "Ross and I have to go out now, we have a double date with his co-worker. I'll get Chandler over here alright?" Again, Monica just nodded.
Chandler was sitting on his barcalounger, nodding off when Rachel and Ross came in. The t.v. was still on and he was paying no attention to it whatsoever. He let himself be dragged over to the next apartment, and vaguely heard them telling him about Monica and where they were going. He, like Monica, just nodded along. Finally, the happy couple left, and only Monica and Chandler stayed. Chandler moved away from the kitchen table to the couch. He lay a hand on her shoulder, but it didn't seem like she noticed. He sat there for a few seconds, when she suddenly turned and said, "I thought he'd always take me back." Her voice was sad, but not a hint of regret.
-good stuff coming up soon, I swear!- jenni
"Monica. Monica." Chandler was shaking her shoulder, trying to get her to wake up. She had slept in Joey's room the night before in one of Chandler's old t-shirts. She groaned a bit and mumbled some. Slowly, she opened her eyes and squinted at the sunlight shining through the windows. She tried to blink the sleep away, but decided to use the back of her hand instead.
"Good Morning beautiful." Chandler said, smiling.
Groggily, Monica replied, "Hey."
"I'm glad you don't have morning sickness."
"Me too." She streched her arms above her head and yawned. She looked around. "How did I get in here?"
"You fell asleep on the couch, and I figured Joey wasn't going to come home at 11:30 pm, so I brought you in here." She smiled.
"Thanks."
"Now get up sleepy head! The day awaits you."
"Can you tell the day to skip by please? I'd really like to sleep some more."
"Everyone would. Now, I'm guessing you don't want to go to work today right?"
"Good guess Sherlock." She yawned as Chandler exited her room to call into work for her. He came back about 15 minutes later with a tray, a bowl and two glasses.
"Here. I can't really cook, but I can pour cereal and milk, plus water!" He said. She smiled again. Even at 9:45 in the morning, he managed to cheer her up. At least a bit.
"Hey," she said, mid-bite, "Why aren't you at work?"
"Um, today's my day off." He lied, unsuccessfully.
"What? Oh come on Chandler, don't tell me you took the day off because of me!" She was honored yet she felt bad for making him miss a day of work.
"Oh hey, it's not you, it's your situation." A smirk crossed his face.
"Shut up!" She laughed. Chandler was surprised to see her in such good condition. After the whole Richard fall-out, he had thought the same thing was going to replay itself. Monica was handling herself pretty well, so far.
Monica alternated between Chandler and Phoebe's apartment. Ross had moved into what was Monica and Rachel's apartment with Rachel, as they were still going strong. (yes, that's my own thingy there). She had gotten a few calls from Pete, but she never returned them. One night however, she was visiting with her brother and best friend when the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Rachel said, as she picked up the phone.
"Hi," a man's voice replied.
"May I help you sir?"
"Um, yes, could you tell me where Monica is?"
"Uh, who is this?"
"This is Pete. I have a cold."
"Oh. Um, hang on, I'll see if she's here." She covered the reciever with her hand. "Monica, it's Pete. Do you want to talk to him?" Her brother urged her on.
"You might as well. You have to sometime." Monica nodded and took the phone from Rachel.
"Hello."
"Hi," Pete replied shortly. "You still need to come and pick up your stuff." Monica had successfully avoided his phone calls for a week. He hadn't known that she was living with Chandler and Phoebe, so, it wasn't like Rachel was lying when she said Monica wasn't there.
"Oh. Okay." Monica wasn't surprised to say the least, but it wasn't safe to say that she had seen that coming. She had always thought that Pete would want her back, but it was clear that he was so set on having his idealistic life, that he wouldn't give a woman pregnant with his child a second thought. "When do you want me to come?" She asked, walking into the spare room. She sat on the couch in there, waiting for him to answer.
"Sometime this week."
"You have a preference?"
"No, not really. As long as you come."
"Alright." She replied, and hung up on him. She walked out of the room, and hung the phone up.
"What did he say hon?" Rachel asked upon seeing Monica.
"He wanted me to move my stuff out." Suddenly realizing what she just said, Monica freaked. "Oh my god! He actually wants me to move out! Where am I going to stay? I can't stay here. I can't live with Chandler, Joey's there. I don't think Phoebe would want to live with me again!"
"Whoa, honey. Calm down alright? We'll figure something out."
"Wah, where, who, when." Rachel went over to her and rubbed her back.
"Calm down honey. Remember Heckle's apartment? Well, the person who was living there moved out. You could rent that apartment for awhile." Monica took a few deep breaths and nodded. She let Rachel lead her to the couch and sit her down. "Ross and I have to go out now, we have a double date with his co-worker. I'll get Chandler over here alright?" Again, Monica just nodded.
Chandler was sitting on his barcalounger, nodding off when Rachel and Ross came in. The t.v. was still on and he was paying no attention to it whatsoever. He let himself be dragged over to the next apartment, and vaguely heard them telling him about Monica and where they were going. He, like Monica, just nodded along. Finally, the happy couple left, and only Monica and Chandler stayed. Chandler moved away from the kitchen table to the couch. He lay a hand on her shoulder, but it didn't seem like she noticed. He sat there for a few seconds, when she suddenly turned and said, "I thought he'd always take me back." Her voice was sad, but not a hint of regret.
-good stuff coming up soon, I swear!- jenni