I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner, I've had a nasty case of writer's block. Anyway, don't kill me over the ending please! This is getting to be the end, only a couple more posts. I've had a blast writing it, I hope as much you have enjoyed reading it. (BTW, Out in the Distance is the name of my boyfriend's band, just a tip of the hat to him.) Enjoy!


20

A-a...record contract? Ross asked, flabbergasted. Never in a million years did he think they'd be this lucky.

Chandler was just about bouning off the walls. He was giddy with joy. The moment she'd told him that her friend's brother had wanted to give them a record deal, he'd grabbed her and kissing her soundly, proclaimed I love you so much! and squeezed her ass.

Monica felt horrible. She hated having to lie to them. But Chandler would never know. She'd devised a cover story with Jay, saying that his sister Jessica was a friend from fat camp and that they's run into each other. They'd ended up talking all night. Jay was a smooth liar, they could pull it off.

Days passed. With Jay's help, they started playing more prominent gigs; Jay had even gotten them a gig playing in Ottawa at a popular club with the punk and rock groups, Barrymore's. They were opening for an up and coming band, Out in the Distance.

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Chandler cuddled closer to Mon and grinned. He had never been so happy in his life, and it was all because of Monica. This Ottawa gig was going to be great, their first gig at a major venue, only 10 days away. He couldn't wait!

Monica resisted the urge to cry as she felt Chandler snuggle closer. She felt so awful. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to make Chandler so happy. What she deserves to do was burn in Hell. What if she snook off in the night? Took a bus...where? Home? She'd never go back! Stupidly enough this was the only place she wanted to be.

A silent tear slid down one cheek.

22


Monica couldn't take it anymore. One night while Ross and Chandler were playing a gig, Monica cracked open the minibar. Pick your poison, she thought. Vodka and cocaine was her weapon of choice that night.

Chandler strolled into the room he shared with Monica. The moment he stepped in, he noticed one of two things: the door to the minibar was wide open, its contents laying on the bed and the bathroom door was closed.
He raced to the bathroom door, throwing his shoulder against. The door popped open, almost effortlessly.

A sense of deja vu hit as he surveyed the scene. A half-rolled joint lay on the counter, surrounded by white flakes, another half-dozen liquor bottles stood sentinel. Monica lay on the floor, vomit and blood forming a gory halo. With a choked sob, Chandler lifted her lifeless body and stumbled for the door.