Ok hi I'm back for chapter 3. It may not be that good because I'm in a rush to leave, but wanna post it before I get home late tonight. I never really got to read over the entire thing either, so sorry for any errors. Ok well, I hope u enjoy this chapter. I thought it up during French…and I wonder why I don't know anything. Je ne parle pas francais…lol is that right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, blah blah blah.
Monica entered Chandler's apartment, and made her way towards the kitchen. Normally, she would go from the front door, through the living room, and into the kitchen. However, she suddenly became very curious to what the rest of his apartment looked like. After all, he was rich and his kitchen, dinning room, and living room were very nice looking with assorted paintings and other pieces of art around. "He's not home. He'll never know that I was just…walking around his place," she decided, as she moved farther down the hall. To her surprise, once she passed the dinning room, the rest of the apartment seemed very bleak. The walls were white, and the carpets were red, and there was not a single picture or stature to be found anywhere. She decided to head back to the kitchen, confused by the different conditions of the parts of his house.
While she walked down the hall, Chandler was heading towards her. His head was hung low, and out of fear Monica bit her lip, hoping not to get fired for intruding on his privacy. When he looked up, Monica looked into his eyes. She couldn't help but stare at them. Normally, she wasn't one to notice those types of things, but everything shown in them seemed to be so obvious to her. It seemed to her that his blue eyes reflected the feelings of a broken heart. For a fleeting second, her heart went out to him. After a moment, the vulnerable look that he was wearing disappeared, and was replaced with an empty, bitter stare.
"I don't believe there's anything that you would need to cook with in this part of the house," he said coolly.
Monica mumbled, "No sir. I'm sorry."
He just nodded slightly and walked past her. Monica let out a sigh of relief as she went to work.
"Maybe I was just imagining it," Monica told Rachel over coffee, "But I could've sworn I saw a different man staring back at me."
"Wow," was all Rachel could say, impressed by her friend's story, "It sounds like something out of a romance novel or something."
"It's definitely not like that!" Monica defended, "It was just…weird. He looked so sad and vulnerable. Like he was afraid of something."
"Maybe he is."
"Maybe I'm reading too far into this," Monica wondered aloud, "Perhaps, I just wanted see the goodness in him, even though it probably doesn't truly exist."
"I thought that everyone in the world was good, in their own way," Rachel asked, trying to pursue the conversation farther.
"Yeah right," Monica replied harshly, "You think Pete was good in any way?"
"No, you're right. I guess not," Rachel agreed.
"It's a nice wish though."
"What is?"
"To wish that everyone was good in some way." Monica answered, staring into space.
The next morning, while Monica was cooking in Chandler's kitchen, he entered. "I'm having 6 guests over tonight," Chandler stated, as he looked at everything in the room, except Monica.
"Okay, what should I make?"
"I don't know, some kind of chicken, I guess."
"Okay, well any kind in particular?"
"No."
"O…k then," Monica agreed slowly as she began to gather the ingredients.
Chandler stayed in the kitchen, and stared at the refrigerator. His presence was making Monica nervous. "Would you like anything, sir?" she asked, trying to figure out why he was still in the kitchen.
Nervously he said, "Uhh…yeah, I just wanted to say that," he paused and Monica continued to stare at his expressionless face that was focused on the refrigerator. "I'm sorry for not telling you about this sooner," he finished hastily and walked out. Monica scrunched her forehead at his apology out of confusion and curiosity, but decided to forget about as she went back to gathering ingredients.
While Chandler and his guests were eating dinner, Monica decided to discreetly look out and see what was going on. She saw that his guests wavered between discussing business and recreation. While on the business topics, Chandler seemed to dominate. However, while on other matters, he seemed to have no interest in the people around him. "That's yet another quirk to add onto my list of 'Why My Employer is Strange," she joked to herself, as she went back into the kitchen to prepare desert.
After the guests left, while Monica was washing the dishes and putting away leftovers, Chandler's butler entered the kitchen.
"Hi, Ms. Geller," he greeted as he sat down at the counter which Monica was working at.
She smiled and asked, "Would you like these leftovers? I don't think that Chandler's ever gonna fi…"
"Sure!" he cut her off as he dug into a bowl of mashed potatoes. Monica stared at him, wide eyed as he ate quickly, "Sorry," he looked away sheepishly, and then explained, "I like to eat."
"I see."
"Mmm…these are great!" Joey complimented while eating some chicken.
Monica smiled, proud of herself, "I know!"
"I can see why Chandler hired you," he stated with a mouth full of food.
Monica's smile faded as she said, "I'm not really under the impression that he cares."
"He does," Joey assured her, although more interested in the food, "He just has a funny way of showing it."
"He's shown it?" she wondered out loud. She went back to her original task, but after a minute ventured back onto the topic of Chandler. "You seem to know him pretty well…"
"Yeah, well I've worked for him for like three years. We're good friends."
"I can tell, considering you both refer to each other by first names."
"You know," Joey said, trying to defend Chandler's behavior, "He didn't used to be like he is now."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when I first knew him, he used to be a really cool guy. He was kind and made a lot of jokes. He seemed to always smiling and laughing. Now, he's bitter and reserved around most."
"He's not around you?"
"Sometimes, but not usually."
"I see," Monica said and then questioned, "I know it's none of my business, but do you have any idea of why he acts as he does?"
"Well, you see, I don't know all the details. He's told me very little, but I found out some more, just by, ya know, watching his transformation a bit. See, he was dating this girl, named Kathy, for like three years. He was totally, head over heals, in love with her. Unfortunately, she must not have felt the same way about him, because she was just using him for his money." Monica gasped as Joey continued, "I don't know what she did to him, but once, he told me that she broke the sanctity of love."
"Aww…that's so sad."
"Yeah," he replied sorrowfully, "It really is."
Ok part 2 of my fic…sorry again if there are mistakes. The next chapter won't be as rushed, but Tuesdays are bad days for me. I really wanted to get this idea out though, before I forgot. Ok well read and review please! :)