Locked Up Tight-Chapter 2
Hey, I'm back with chapter two. I'm glad that some people liked this story. It may seem to be a bit dramatic at times, but believe me, it won't be sad. I could never, ever, ever kill off Chandler or Monica, or break them up. I love them too much. Also, as of now, I do not plan on bringing Phoebe or Ross into the story, because I don't need any more characters. Sorry to anyone who favors them. With that said, enjoy chapter 2! Please read and review, thanks!:)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters; they belong to the brilliant (and rich, too, probably) creators, NBC and WB or whomever. I dunno, all I know is they don't belong to me.
Chandler knew that he should not have hired her. When he told her that she had the job, alarms went off in his head, telling him what a bad idea it was. However, he couldn't help it. He was attracted to her. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but that wasn't all that drew his attention towards her. He never had the courage to talk to her, but he would spend time watching her from afar, admiring the way she feverishly worked to perform a task.
However, whenever she would speak to him, he would put on his cold exterior, never revealing what he felt inside.
"Excuse me, Mr. Bing," she began when she spotted him in the dining room, "How would you like your eggs?"
He looked up momentarily from his newspaper and replied, "scrambled." He made sure to not allow himself to look into her face, for it would be much harder to keep his feelings hidden.
Chandler's butler cleared his throat in order to catch Chandler's attention. Unconsciously, Chandler had been staring at Monica, who was retreating towards the kitchen.
"You like her," his butler teased.
"I do not Joey!" Chandler defended, but did not allow himself to get too worked up over Joey's taunts. The two had become close friends, over the three years that Joey had worked for Chandler, and were even on a first name basis. Joey was the only person who saw the true Chandler. He was able to see the Chandler that existed before he put on a mask of indifference towards the world.
"Really, so you're just…staring at her?"
"I wasn't staring. I was merely, admiring the view."
"Yeah, right," Joey replied, unconvinced, "I 'admire the view' of women all the time, but never that intently."
Later that night, Chandler tossed and turned in his bed. "Why can't I get her out of my head?" he questioned angrily as he buried his face in his pillow. He closed his eyes tightly, but even in the blackness of shut eyelids, he could see Monica's face clearly.
"Why do I feel this way about her?" his heart questioned him.
"You don't feel anything towards her," his mind argued to his heart, "This is merely a rebound crush." Although he wished that was the truth, his heart told him that his feelings were more than "just a crush".
Frustrated with his conflicting views, he got out of bed and found himself looking in his liquor cabinet. "So many nights I've turned to you," he whispered, referring to the alcohol in his hands. He poured himself a glass of vodka, and turned on his television. Soon enough, Chandler had drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Chandler was cornered, unable to move a limb. There was nowhere to turn to. Then, "she" showed up. There was never a nightmare in which "she" did not appear. This time, with gun in hand, she smirked at Chandler. She held the gun to his head, ready to pull the trigger. Chandler held his breath, her familiar face staring at him with intention to hurt, like always, apparent in her eyes. Then, just as suddenly as she appeared, he woke up in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his chest.
Chandler looked towards the clock on his wall, which read 4:30 AM. "I can't even remember the last time I've gotten a full night's sleep," he said bitterly, as he threw on a coat, and went outside for some fresh air. Through the grayness of dawn, Chandler walked slowly through the streets, trying to clear his head. "This is what love does to you," his mind told him, again and again, "Don't ever love again. Love is nothing but lies and deceit." After an hour, he found himself looking over a calm lake. Something about the stillness eased his mind, just a bit. Kicking up the dirt and grass from the ground, he took in a deep breath and looked around. Whenever he found himself back here, he would subconsciously search for something. What that something was, he never knew. He remembered that he used to walk here with "her", back when "she" had his heart and soul in the palm of "her" hand. "Why did I return here?" he questioned silently. After a few minutes of searching, but finding nothing, he sat down on the dirt and laid his head upon his knees, as his mind scolded him, "Never fall in love again."
I'm hoping that my chapters will be a bit longer in the future, but it's hard since one part is kinda Chandler's take, and the other is Monica's. I know that right now, you know very little of what happened to Chandler, but I'll explain soon. Oh, and I know that Chandler isn't really that bitter, but I mean, when he had his heart broken he could be on the show. He's not gonna be like a bad guy though; I promise. I love Chandler too much. I mean, if Chandler were real…wow. Of course, all the best guys aren't. Ok, so if all goes well, hopefully ch. 3 will be up sometime in the near future. Please, read and review!:)