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Chandler held Monica in his arms for what seemed like eternity. Her tears were soaking his tee shirt, and he could still hear her whimpering. Noticing how she was still wearing very little, he guided her into his room, and turned on the lights.
"Here, Mon, put these on," he said, handing her a pair of shorts. She put them on, and Chandler could see the tears still running down her face. He went over to hug her again, but she twitched at his touch.
"I'm sorry, Chandler. I didn't mean to do that. I guess I'm just scared right now," she apologized.
"No worries," he responded as she laid down on his bed.
"Um, Chandler, is it okay if you just hold me for a while?" Monica shyly asked. Chandler laid down next to her and held her in his arms. She continued whimpering for a few more minutes.
"Monica," Chandler said, softly.
"Yea." She responded.
"You can tell me anything you want. I mean, don't feel obligated to, but if you need to talk, I'll be there. Ok?"
"Yes. Thanks, Chandler." He continued to hold her, and silence filled the room. Just as he thought that Monica had fallen asleep, he heard her voice.
"Chandler," she said.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I need to talk. I mean, why did I have to go with Joey? I should have just stayed home and none of this would have happened to me," she said as tears began to well up in her eyes again. "I shouldn't have kissed him. I should have gone home right after the dance. I shouldn't have drunken any alcohol. I should have just slept on the floor. But no, I went with him, I kissed him, I went to the party and I drank. I went to sleep next to him. God, I'm such an idiot!" Monica began crying harder.
"No, honey, you're not. You did nothing wrong here, he just took advantage of you. You have to realize that none of this was your fault."
"That. that kiss. um. he was the first guy I ever kissed. and now when I think about it, I'll always think of what a jerk he is," Monica said as she buried her head in Chandler's chest.
"Shhhh, shhhh, don't worry about it. I feel horrible that this happened to you, Mon. You only deserve the best, and it sucks that such an asshole would try to take advantage of you like he did. But if you ever need anything, tell me. I promise I'll always be there for you."
"Thanks, Chandler," she said as she continued to stay close to him. "I wish all guys were like you. You're the greatest friend ever," she said, as she drifted off to sleep. Chandler's heart melted. If only they could be more than friends. He held her close as he too fell asleep.
Monica awoke the next morning still in Chandler's arms. She didn't remember how she got there, or why she was in a hotel room, until she looked down and saw that she was wearing Chandler's shorts. A flood of memories came back to her, and she began tearing up. At the feel of the sheets rustling, Chandler woke up. He sat up in bed and saw Monica sitting on the nearby couch, her face buried in her hands. Chandler walked out of bed and went over to Monica. He tried to embrace her, but she flinched and avoided his hug.
"I'm sorry," said Monica. "I just need some more time. I don't really want to be touched."
"It's okay, sweetie, that's normal," Chandler replied. "Come on, let's get breakfast, and then I'll take you back to your house."
"In this?"
"Okay, we'll order room service."
Half an hour later the breakfast came, and Monica and Chandler sat on the couch, nibbling away at the eggs and pancakes.
"So what will happen at school," Monica asked, as she started fidgeting with her fingers.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, when I have to see Joey. What will happen?"
"I don't know, but you'll be fine. Do you want to talk to your parents, or a teacher?"
"No, my parents won't understand. And I don't want anyone knowing."
"Okay, well you've always got me. And I'm sure Ross will be supportive too. Come on, let me take you home."
Chandler checked out of the hotel room and brought Monica with him to his car. She was still wearing only a t-shirt and his shorts, but he knew she shouldn't go to Joey's room to get her clothes back, and Chandler would have felt the need to punch Joey if he saw his face. So Chandler thought it was best to have one of his friends pick up the clothes at a later time.
The ride home was silent. Monica kept drifting in and out of slumber, while Chandler replayed the night in his head. 'What a poor girl,' he thought. 'If only I had the balls to ask her out in the first place, she wouldn't be suffering like this. I'm such a loser.' Chandler arrived at the Gellar's house, and woke Monica up.
"Mon, we're at your house."
"Okay, thanks."
"Remember, if you need anything, call me."
"Okay."
"See ya tomorrow, hun," Chandler said as he pulled away from the house.
Monica arrived home and ran straight up to her room. When she hit the pillow, she let out another flood of tears. She wished Chandler had taken her to the dance. She knew that he would have never taken advantage of her. She fell asleep, wishing that this whole experience would vanish when she woke up.
Monday morning Monica arrived at school only to hear chatter in the hall. One of the popular guys approached her, saying:
"Why, if it isn't the prude princess! What, Joey not good enough for you?" Monica was deeply upset, but she ignored him and continued to walk on. 'Idiot,' she thought, 'of course word was going to get around.'
Rachel caught up with Monica before lunch. "So, Mon, how was the after-party?" Rachel asked, waiting to hear the latest gossip about hookups and such.
"Um, it was okay," Monica replied, trying to keep her sorrow to herself.
"Well, come on, tell me about it at lunch!" Rachel said, enthusiastically.
"Hold on, I have to go to the bathroom," Monica replied as she turned right.
Monica sat in one of the stalls as she heard a group of girls come in.
"Yeah, so I heard Joey got lucky this weekend," one of the girls said.
"Oh really, with who?" another asked.
"Monica Gellar, you know, that sophomore with dark hair." the girl responded.
"Really?" another one asked. "I thought she never hooked up with guys."
"Well I guess we didn't know much about her," the first girl responded. "From what I hear, she's easier than one of Mr. Smith's math tests. I mean, really, she must sleep around a lot. she wasn't even dating him or anything." The girls giggled and left.
Tears welled up in Monica's eyes as she heard him talking. She'd rather be thought of as prude than a slut. She didn't even sleep with him, and she wouldn't have done anything more than kissing if he hadn't forced her. As the words of the girls echoed in her head, she broke down into a hysterical sob.
Rachel sat down next to Chandler.
"Hey, Chan," she said, nonchalantly.
"Hey. Have you seen Mon?"
"Yeah, she just had to go to the bathroom. By the way, sorry it didn't work out with Sara."
"You heard about that?" Rachel responded by pointing her finger to the back of the cafeteria, where Sara and Chip were going at it against the wall. "Yeah, well some things weren't meant to happen," he said.
Twenty minutes later, Chandler grew concerned as Monica still hadn't come to their table.
"Rachel, you're sure she just had to go to the bathroom?"
"Positive. Um. I'm going to go to the bathroom to see if she's still there," Rachel said as she stood up and made her way towards the bathroom. She entered through the pink door to hear sniffling coming from one of the stalls.
"Monica?" Rachel asked. No response. "Monica, are you there?" Rachel turned around as she heard a stall open, and saw Monica standing with bloodshot eyes, and tears running down her face.
"Mon, what's the matter?" Rachel asked.
"Um. do you know where Chandler is?"
"Yeah, he's at the lunch table. Let me take you there," Rachel said as she reached out for Monica's hand. She walked Monica to the lunch table where Chandler was finishing his sandwich, and the two of them sat down.
"Oh my God, Mon!" Chandler exclaimed as he went over to hug her. When she flinched again he kept his arms to each side of himself. "Rachel, is it okay if I talk to Mon alone?"
"Yeah. I have to go meet up with Ross anyways. Feel better Mon." Rachel said as she picked up and left.
"What's the matter Mon. Tell me all your troubles." Chandler said. Monica proceeded to tell him about the guy in the morning, and the girls in the bathroom. Chandler wanted to cry for Mon, but he felt as if it would only make her feel worse. Instead, Chandler used his sarcastic humor to cheer her up, and eventually a smile broke across her face. The first smile since Saturday night.
The lunch bell rang and Chandler decided to walk Monica to class. "Thanks, Chandler." "For what? I didn't do anything for you." "For being there for me. I really appreciate it. this will just take a while for me to get over, but I appreciate having a friend here to help." With that, Monica smiled at him and walked off to class.
Yea so not too much happened here. I have some ideas, but keep me posted with reviews and I'll try to update this ASAP.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS.
Chandler held Monica in his arms for what seemed like eternity. Her tears were soaking his tee shirt, and he could still hear her whimpering. Noticing how she was still wearing very little, he guided her into his room, and turned on the lights.
"Here, Mon, put these on," he said, handing her a pair of shorts. She put them on, and Chandler could see the tears still running down her face. He went over to hug her again, but she twitched at his touch.
"I'm sorry, Chandler. I didn't mean to do that. I guess I'm just scared right now," she apologized.
"No worries," he responded as she laid down on his bed.
"Um, Chandler, is it okay if you just hold me for a while?" Monica shyly asked. Chandler laid down next to her and held her in his arms. She continued whimpering for a few more minutes.
"Monica," Chandler said, softly.
"Yea." She responded.
"You can tell me anything you want. I mean, don't feel obligated to, but if you need to talk, I'll be there. Ok?"
"Yes. Thanks, Chandler." He continued to hold her, and silence filled the room. Just as he thought that Monica had fallen asleep, he heard her voice.
"Chandler," she said.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I need to talk. I mean, why did I have to go with Joey? I should have just stayed home and none of this would have happened to me," she said as tears began to well up in her eyes again. "I shouldn't have kissed him. I should have gone home right after the dance. I shouldn't have drunken any alcohol. I should have just slept on the floor. But no, I went with him, I kissed him, I went to the party and I drank. I went to sleep next to him. God, I'm such an idiot!" Monica began crying harder.
"No, honey, you're not. You did nothing wrong here, he just took advantage of you. You have to realize that none of this was your fault."
"That. that kiss. um. he was the first guy I ever kissed. and now when I think about it, I'll always think of what a jerk he is," Monica said as she buried her head in Chandler's chest.
"Shhhh, shhhh, don't worry about it. I feel horrible that this happened to you, Mon. You only deserve the best, and it sucks that such an asshole would try to take advantage of you like he did. But if you ever need anything, tell me. I promise I'll always be there for you."
"Thanks, Chandler," she said as she continued to stay close to him. "I wish all guys were like you. You're the greatest friend ever," she said, as she drifted off to sleep. Chandler's heart melted. If only they could be more than friends. He held her close as he too fell asleep.
Monica awoke the next morning still in Chandler's arms. She didn't remember how she got there, or why she was in a hotel room, until she looked down and saw that she was wearing Chandler's shorts. A flood of memories came back to her, and she began tearing up. At the feel of the sheets rustling, Chandler woke up. He sat up in bed and saw Monica sitting on the nearby couch, her face buried in her hands. Chandler walked out of bed and went over to Monica. He tried to embrace her, but she flinched and avoided his hug.
"I'm sorry," said Monica. "I just need some more time. I don't really want to be touched."
"It's okay, sweetie, that's normal," Chandler replied. "Come on, let's get breakfast, and then I'll take you back to your house."
"In this?"
"Okay, we'll order room service."
Half an hour later the breakfast came, and Monica and Chandler sat on the couch, nibbling away at the eggs and pancakes.
"So what will happen at school," Monica asked, as she started fidgeting with her fingers.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, when I have to see Joey. What will happen?"
"I don't know, but you'll be fine. Do you want to talk to your parents, or a teacher?"
"No, my parents won't understand. And I don't want anyone knowing."
"Okay, well you've always got me. And I'm sure Ross will be supportive too. Come on, let me take you home."
Chandler checked out of the hotel room and brought Monica with him to his car. She was still wearing only a t-shirt and his shorts, but he knew she shouldn't go to Joey's room to get her clothes back, and Chandler would have felt the need to punch Joey if he saw his face. So Chandler thought it was best to have one of his friends pick up the clothes at a later time.
The ride home was silent. Monica kept drifting in and out of slumber, while Chandler replayed the night in his head. 'What a poor girl,' he thought. 'If only I had the balls to ask her out in the first place, she wouldn't be suffering like this. I'm such a loser.' Chandler arrived at the Gellar's house, and woke Monica up.
"Mon, we're at your house."
"Okay, thanks."
"Remember, if you need anything, call me."
"Okay."
"See ya tomorrow, hun," Chandler said as he pulled away from the house.
Monica arrived home and ran straight up to her room. When she hit the pillow, she let out another flood of tears. She wished Chandler had taken her to the dance. She knew that he would have never taken advantage of her. She fell asleep, wishing that this whole experience would vanish when she woke up.
Monday morning Monica arrived at school only to hear chatter in the hall. One of the popular guys approached her, saying:
"Why, if it isn't the prude princess! What, Joey not good enough for you?" Monica was deeply upset, but she ignored him and continued to walk on. 'Idiot,' she thought, 'of course word was going to get around.'
Rachel caught up with Monica before lunch. "So, Mon, how was the after-party?" Rachel asked, waiting to hear the latest gossip about hookups and such.
"Um, it was okay," Monica replied, trying to keep her sorrow to herself.
"Well, come on, tell me about it at lunch!" Rachel said, enthusiastically.
"Hold on, I have to go to the bathroom," Monica replied as she turned right.
Monica sat in one of the stalls as she heard a group of girls come in.
"Yeah, so I heard Joey got lucky this weekend," one of the girls said.
"Oh really, with who?" another asked.
"Monica Gellar, you know, that sophomore with dark hair." the girl responded.
"Really?" another one asked. "I thought she never hooked up with guys."
"Well I guess we didn't know much about her," the first girl responded. "From what I hear, she's easier than one of Mr. Smith's math tests. I mean, really, she must sleep around a lot. she wasn't even dating him or anything." The girls giggled and left.
Tears welled up in Monica's eyes as she heard him talking. She'd rather be thought of as prude than a slut. She didn't even sleep with him, and she wouldn't have done anything more than kissing if he hadn't forced her. As the words of the girls echoed in her head, she broke down into a hysterical sob.
Rachel sat down next to Chandler.
"Hey, Chan," she said, nonchalantly.
"Hey. Have you seen Mon?"
"Yeah, she just had to go to the bathroom. By the way, sorry it didn't work out with Sara."
"You heard about that?" Rachel responded by pointing her finger to the back of the cafeteria, where Sara and Chip were going at it against the wall. "Yeah, well some things weren't meant to happen," he said.
Twenty minutes later, Chandler grew concerned as Monica still hadn't come to their table.
"Rachel, you're sure she just had to go to the bathroom?"
"Positive. Um. I'm going to go to the bathroom to see if she's still there," Rachel said as she stood up and made her way towards the bathroom. She entered through the pink door to hear sniffling coming from one of the stalls.
"Monica?" Rachel asked. No response. "Monica, are you there?" Rachel turned around as she heard a stall open, and saw Monica standing with bloodshot eyes, and tears running down her face.
"Mon, what's the matter?" Rachel asked.
"Um. do you know where Chandler is?"
"Yeah, he's at the lunch table. Let me take you there," Rachel said as she reached out for Monica's hand. She walked Monica to the lunch table where Chandler was finishing his sandwich, and the two of them sat down.
"Oh my God, Mon!" Chandler exclaimed as he went over to hug her. When she flinched again he kept his arms to each side of himself. "Rachel, is it okay if I talk to Mon alone?"
"Yeah. I have to go meet up with Ross anyways. Feel better Mon." Rachel said as she picked up and left.
"What's the matter Mon. Tell me all your troubles." Chandler said. Monica proceeded to tell him about the guy in the morning, and the girls in the bathroom. Chandler wanted to cry for Mon, but he felt as if it would only make her feel worse. Instead, Chandler used his sarcastic humor to cheer her up, and eventually a smile broke across her face. The first smile since Saturday night.
The lunch bell rang and Chandler decided to walk Monica to class. "Thanks, Chandler." "For what? I didn't do anything for you." "For being there for me. I really appreciate it. this will just take a while for me to get over, but I appreciate having a friend here to help." With that, Monica smiled at him and walked off to class.
Yea so not too much happened here. I have some ideas, but keep me posted with reviews and I'll try to update this ASAP.