This is an attempt at an HS fic.
(begins in 10th grade)
Monica and Chandler are best friends. Chandler is a year older and they go way back. Ross is dating Rachel. Rachel is sorta friends with Monica. they used to be a little closer but now Rachel spends more time w/Ross.
Note: Monica is NOT fat. Chandler & Ross are on a "friendly" basis but not great friends. Chandler's parents aren't who they are on TV
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS. YADA YADA YADA
Monica walked through the halls to her locker at Lincoln High. 'Two exams tomorrow and a massive homework assignment to hand in,' she thought to herself. At least she could bum a ride off Ross, instead of taking the cramped bus. The one plus to having an older brother in the same school as her was that she got rides with him the car he just bought. Though he originally donned his old Volvo the "Shaggin Wagon", he knew that Rachel would dump him the minute she heard the name, and so he called it "the Roadster." Monica chuckled to herself as she thought about it.
As Monica approached her locker, she saw her brother making out in the hallway with his girlfriend, Rachel. Though Monica and Rachel were pretty good friends growing up, they began to drift upon entering Lincoln High. Nevertheless, they would still hang out together every so often, and would see each other at parties. "Ahemmm," Monica cleared her voice quite loudly. Ross and Rachel quickly separated, fearing it was the principal trying to break them up for public displays of affection. When Ross saw that it was Monica standing by him, the look of fear on his face quickly changed to a look of anger. "Mon! Just cause you can't get a guy doesn't mean you have to interrupt me when I'm with my girlfriend!" Ross said. 'Who am I kidding?' Ross thought to himself 'Practically all the guys at Lincoln want Monica. I wonder why she still doesn't have a boyfriend.' "Sorry, Ross. I was just waiting for you so that we can get home. I have two tests tomorrow." Monica replied. "Oh yeah, about that, Mon. ummmm. Rach and I were actually going to go to the mall shopping for the winter formal. I mean, you can come if you want." "Well, I do have those two tests. And I would be a third wheel." "I'm sorry, Mon. I mean, I'd drop you off but its really out of the way." "Don't worry bout it. I'll just ask Chandler." Monica walked away, hoping that Chandler was still around. Chandler had been her best friend for ages. Though they had always had fun together, they grew closer and closer over the years. Still, nothing romantic ever happened between them, Monica thought. She always had a little crush on Chandler, but she never thought it was worth ruining their friendship by her telling him her true feelings.
"Chandler!" Monica said as she saw him by the phone booth. "Monica!" He exclaimed as he gave her a hug. "How was your day today?" "Pretty good. you? "Not bad. can't wait till the weekend though." "Same here. Say, I hope this isn't a big inconvenience, but can you give me a ride home today? Ross is taking Rachel shopping for a winter formal dress." "No prob. c'mon, lets go." Chandler and Monica talked the whole way home. Though they spent whole weekends together and always sat at the same table for lunch, they were never at a loss of words. A few moments later, Chandler arrived at Monica's house. "So here we are. the beautiful Gellar homestead." he joked. "Yeah. Well, see ya tomorrow." "Hey Mon, can I ask you a question?" "Sure. Shoot." "Okay, you know how Winter Formal's coming up?" Chandler asked. "Yeah." "Well, I still haven't got a date. Anyways. I was thinking." "What?" Monica asked with a bit of hope in her voice. "You think Sara Hamerman will say yes if I ask her?" Monica was almost taken aback. She was so sure that Chandler was going to ask her to the dance. Dumbfounded, she responded. "Yeah, um, I guess so. um, yea, I mean, um, ask her." She tried holding back her tears. She knew that many guys at school hit on her, but she never would say yes because she was waiting for Chandler to ask her out. Why couldn't he ever see how pretty she was? "Thanks, Mon. See ya tomorrow!" "Bye, Chandler." She said as she got out of the car. She ran into her house and up to her room, tears welling up in her eyes. She threw her backpack on the floor and laid on her bed, sobbing into the covers.
"Monica, phone call!" Judy Gellar screamed upstairs. Monica woke up from her slumber only to see that it was dark outside. 'Man, I slept too long,' Monica thought to herself. She then remembered about Chandler about to ask Sara out. "Coming, mom." Monica ran to the phone, hoping that her mom wouldn't notice the dried tears on her cheeks. "Hello?" "Hey, Mon, it's Chandler." "Oh, hey," she said, trying to sound as upbeat as possible. "What's up?" "I took your advice and asked out Sara. and she said yes! Thanks so much, Mon. You're the best best friend ever!" "Gee, thanks," Mon said with a tinge of sadness in her voice. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just a bit groggy. I fell asleep after you dropped me off." "Well, have some caffeine or something. and good luck on your tests tomorrow!" "Thanks. G'night." Monica hung up the phone with even more disappointment. 'What, you really thought he called to ask you out?' She thought to herself. 'Just block Chandler out of your mind and go study for your exam.'
The next day, Monica sat down at her regular lunch table. She finished her exams, which went okay, even though she hadn't studied much, and sat at the table waiting for Chandler. About five minutes later Chandler came to the table. "Hey, Mon," he said. "Hey." "Um. Mon. is it okay if I go and sit at Sara's table today?" Monica was startled. How dare this Sara girl take Chandler completely away from her? Nevertheless, Monica knew that if she said no, Chandler would think she was jealous of Sara. "Sure. Okay, I'll catch ya later." Chandler began walking to Sara's table, as Monica got started on her lunch. After only a few bites of her salad, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Joey Tribbiani. Joey was one of the hottest and most popular guys at her school. The bathroom walls were scribbled with comments about Joey - all positive, of course. "Hey, Mon," he said. "Um. I was just wondering. do you have a date for Winter Formal?"
"No." "Phew. well, I was thinking, um, would you like to come with me to the dance?" Though Monica had always said no to the popular guys, she figured that she didn't have a date, and Chandler was already taken. "Um. okay!" "Thank goodness. you know, Mon, I really wanted to ask you a while ago, but I figured you'd go with like Chandler Bing or something." "Me and Chandler," Monica said, sounding rather fake. "Yeah, right." "Okay, well great. My phone number is 274-1234. I'll pick you up at 7pm. And I'm having a post-dance party at my house. Wanna come?"
"Why not." Joey left the table and Monica let out a little smile. Sure, he wasn't Chandler, but he was definitely considered more desirable by all the girls at school.
As Monica approached her locker at the end of the day, she saw Chandler waiting for her. "Sorry for ditching you at lunch today," he said. "Want me to give you a ride home?" She turned around to see her brother and Rachel making out. "Well, yeah, I guess they won't be leaving for a while. So, why not."
The car ride home was quieter than in the past. About halfway through the ride, Chandler tried striking up a conversation. "So, Mon, if you were Sara, what flowers would you want me to get you." "Daisies," Monica said a little to quickly. "Sorry, they're my favorite. But I guess roses are always a safe choice." "Thanks, Mon, you're the best," he said as he lightly grabbed her hand. "So, I hear you're going with Joey Tribbiani." "Yeah. well he asked me today at lunch, and I didn't have a date yet," Monica lingered. "Well, good choice. from what I hear, he's quite a stud." "Oh, um, ok. Anyways, my house is here. thanks for the ride again," Monica said as she cautiously hugged Chandler, and got out of the car.
Chandler watched Monica as she walked into her house. The thought of Joey Tribbiani taking her to the dance got to him a little. 'Why didn't I just ask her?' he thought to himself. 'Because she's beautiful, she'd reject me, and we wouldn't even be friends anymore,' he reasoned. Still, they didn't seem to tight over the past couple of days. Chandler figured that after the dance everything would be back to normal.
The next day, Chandler sat down next to Monica at lunch. Monica looked up from her sandwich and smiled at him. "Hey, how's your day going?" Monica asked. "Okay. yours?" "Fine." As the small talk continued, Joey walked over to their table. "Can I sit here?" he asked. Monica looked to Chandler for an answer, but when she saw no response, she replied 'yes.' Joey sat down and began talking to Monica, ignoring the fact that Chandler was there. "So, you pick out a dress for the dance?" Joey asked. "Yeah. And Rachel and I are doing each others hair." "She's the one dating that Ross dude, right?" "Yeah, that's my brother." "Cool. Well, anyways, me and some friends are renting a block of hotel rooms for after the dance. Y'know, just to like crash and party and all. Ya wanna come?" "Sure. um. I guess that's fine. Can Chandler come?" "Well, I mean, if he wants to get a room for him and his date. Chandler, you in?" "Yeah, that's fine," Chandler replied.
The lunch bell rang and Chandler walked off to his next class. "Here, let me carry your books for you," Joey offered Monica, as he took them out of her hand. They walked silently towards Monica's class. As they neared her math class, Joey gave her a peck on the cheek along with the line, "See you later, babe."
(begins in 10th grade)
Monica and Chandler are best friends. Chandler is a year older and they go way back. Ross is dating Rachel. Rachel is sorta friends with Monica. they used to be a little closer but now Rachel spends more time w/Ross.
Note: Monica is NOT fat. Chandler & Ross are on a "friendly" basis but not great friends. Chandler's parents aren't who they are on TV
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS. YADA YADA YADA
Monica walked through the halls to her locker at Lincoln High. 'Two exams tomorrow and a massive homework assignment to hand in,' she thought to herself. At least she could bum a ride off Ross, instead of taking the cramped bus. The one plus to having an older brother in the same school as her was that she got rides with him the car he just bought. Though he originally donned his old Volvo the "Shaggin Wagon", he knew that Rachel would dump him the minute she heard the name, and so he called it "the Roadster." Monica chuckled to herself as she thought about it.
As Monica approached her locker, she saw her brother making out in the hallway with his girlfriend, Rachel. Though Monica and Rachel were pretty good friends growing up, they began to drift upon entering Lincoln High. Nevertheless, they would still hang out together every so often, and would see each other at parties. "Ahemmm," Monica cleared her voice quite loudly. Ross and Rachel quickly separated, fearing it was the principal trying to break them up for public displays of affection. When Ross saw that it was Monica standing by him, the look of fear on his face quickly changed to a look of anger. "Mon! Just cause you can't get a guy doesn't mean you have to interrupt me when I'm with my girlfriend!" Ross said. 'Who am I kidding?' Ross thought to himself 'Practically all the guys at Lincoln want Monica. I wonder why she still doesn't have a boyfriend.' "Sorry, Ross. I was just waiting for you so that we can get home. I have two tests tomorrow." Monica replied. "Oh yeah, about that, Mon. ummmm. Rach and I were actually going to go to the mall shopping for the winter formal. I mean, you can come if you want." "Well, I do have those two tests. And I would be a third wheel." "I'm sorry, Mon. I mean, I'd drop you off but its really out of the way." "Don't worry bout it. I'll just ask Chandler." Monica walked away, hoping that Chandler was still around. Chandler had been her best friend for ages. Though they had always had fun together, they grew closer and closer over the years. Still, nothing romantic ever happened between them, Monica thought. She always had a little crush on Chandler, but she never thought it was worth ruining their friendship by her telling him her true feelings.
"Chandler!" Monica said as she saw him by the phone booth. "Monica!" He exclaimed as he gave her a hug. "How was your day today?" "Pretty good. you? "Not bad. can't wait till the weekend though." "Same here. Say, I hope this isn't a big inconvenience, but can you give me a ride home today? Ross is taking Rachel shopping for a winter formal dress." "No prob. c'mon, lets go." Chandler and Monica talked the whole way home. Though they spent whole weekends together and always sat at the same table for lunch, they were never at a loss of words. A few moments later, Chandler arrived at Monica's house. "So here we are. the beautiful Gellar homestead." he joked. "Yeah. Well, see ya tomorrow." "Hey Mon, can I ask you a question?" "Sure. Shoot." "Okay, you know how Winter Formal's coming up?" Chandler asked. "Yeah." "Well, I still haven't got a date. Anyways. I was thinking." "What?" Monica asked with a bit of hope in her voice. "You think Sara Hamerman will say yes if I ask her?" Monica was almost taken aback. She was so sure that Chandler was going to ask her to the dance. Dumbfounded, she responded. "Yeah, um, I guess so. um, yea, I mean, um, ask her." She tried holding back her tears. She knew that many guys at school hit on her, but she never would say yes because she was waiting for Chandler to ask her out. Why couldn't he ever see how pretty she was? "Thanks, Mon. See ya tomorrow!" "Bye, Chandler." She said as she got out of the car. She ran into her house and up to her room, tears welling up in her eyes. She threw her backpack on the floor and laid on her bed, sobbing into the covers.
"Monica, phone call!" Judy Gellar screamed upstairs. Monica woke up from her slumber only to see that it was dark outside. 'Man, I slept too long,' Monica thought to herself. She then remembered about Chandler about to ask Sara out. "Coming, mom." Monica ran to the phone, hoping that her mom wouldn't notice the dried tears on her cheeks. "Hello?" "Hey, Mon, it's Chandler." "Oh, hey," she said, trying to sound as upbeat as possible. "What's up?" "I took your advice and asked out Sara. and she said yes! Thanks so much, Mon. You're the best best friend ever!" "Gee, thanks," Mon said with a tinge of sadness in her voice. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just a bit groggy. I fell asleep after you dropped me off." "Well, have some caffeine or something. and good luck on your tests tomorrow!" "Thanks. G'night." Monica hung up the phone with even more disappointment. 'What, you really thought he called to ask you out?' She thought to herself. 'Just block Chandler out of your mind and go study for your exam.'
The next day, Monica sat down at her regular lunch table. She finished her exams, which went okay, even though she hadn't studied much, and sat at the table waiting for Chandler. About five minutes later Chandler came to the table. "Hey, Mon," he said. "Hey." "Um. Mon. is it okay if I go and sit at Sara's table today?" Monica was startled. How dare this Sara girl take Chandler completely away from her? Nevertheless, Monica knew that if she said no, Chandler would think she was jealous of Sara. "Sure. Okay, I'll catch ya later." Chandler began walking to Sara's table, as Monica got started on her lunch. After only a few bites of her salad, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Joey Tribbiani. Joey was one of the hottest and most popular guys at her school. The bathroom walls were scribbled with comments about Joey - all positive, of course. "Hey, Mon," he said. "Um. I was just wondering. do you have a date for Winter Formal?"
"No." "Phew. well, I was thinking, um, would you like to come with me to the dance?" Though Monica had always said no to the popular guys, she figured that she didn't have a date, and Chandler was already taken. "Um. okay!" "Thank goodness. you know, Mon, I really wanted to ask you a while ago, but I figured you'd go with like Chandler Bing or something." "Me and Chandler," Monica said, sounding rather fake. "Yeah, right." "Okay, well great. My phone number is 274-1234. I'll pick you up at 7pm. And I'm having a post-dance party at my house. Wanna come?"
"Why not." Joey left the table and Monica let out a little smile. Sure, he wasn't Chandler, but he was definitely considered more desirable by all the girls at school.
As Monica approached her locker at the end of the day, she saw Chandler waiting for her. "Sorry for ditching you at lunch today," he said. "Want me to give you a ride home?" She turned around to see her brother and Rachel making out. "Well, yeah, I guess they won't be leaving for a while. So, why not."
The car ride home was quieter than in the past. About halfway through the ride, Chandler tried striking up a conversation. "So, Mon, if you were Sara, what flowers would you want me to get you." "Daisies," Monica said a little to quickly. "Sorry, they're my favorite. But I guess roses are always a safe choice." "Thanks, Mon, you're the best," he said as he lightly grabbed her hand. "So, I hear you're going with Joey Tribbiani." "Yeah. well he asked me today at lunch, and I didn't have a date yet," Monica lingered. "Well, good choice. from what I hear, he's quite a stud." "Oh, um, ok. Anyways, my house is here. thanks for the ride again," Monica said as she cautiously hugged Chandler, and got out of the car.
Chandler watched Monica as she walked into her house. The thought of Joey Tribbiani taking her to the dance got to him a little. 'Why didn't I just ask her?' he thought to himself. 'Because she's beautiful, she'd reject me, and we wouldn't even be friends anymore,' he reasoned. Still, they didn't seem to tight over the past couple of days. Chandler figured that after the dance everything would be back to normal.
The next day, Chandler sat down next to Monica at lunch. Monica looked up from her sandwich and smiled at him. "Hey, how's your day going?" Monica asked. "Okay. yours?" "Fine." As the small talk continued, Joey walked over to their table. "Can I sit here?" he asked. Monica looked to Chandler for an answer, but when she saw no response, she replied 'yes.' Joey sat down and began talking to Monica, ignoring the fact that Chandler was there. "So, you pick out a dress for the dance?" Joey asked. "Yeah. And Rachel and I are doing each others hair." "She's the one dating that Ross dude, right?" "Yeah, that's my brother." "Cool. Well, anyways, me and some friends are renting a block of hotel rooms for after the dance. Y'know, just to like crash and party and all. Ya wanna come?" "Sure. um. I guess that's fine. Can Chandler come?" "Well, I mean, if he wants to get a room for him and his date. Chandler, you in?" "Yeah, that's fine," Chandler replied.
The lunch bell rang and Chandler walked off to his next class. "Here, let me carry your books for you," Joey offered Monica, as he took them out of her hand. They walked silently towards Monica's class. As they neared her math class, Joey gave her a peck on the cheek along with the line, "See you later, babe."