Brrrring. brrrring. Monica's alarm clock rang. After hitting the
sleep button on numerous occasions, Monica finally got herself out of bed
and went to the shower. After drying off, she dressed herself in a new t-
shirt and skirt, threw on her sandals and grabbed her backpack. Today was
the first day of junior year.
Though she planned on spending much of the summer with Chandler, her parents decided to spend the summer visiting various college campuses, as Ross was entering senior year. They decided that it would be more economical if Monica went with them, as they wouldn't have to travel cross- country again next year. So the summer was spent in the family's minivan and tiny hotel rooms. Chandler was never off Monica's mind though, and she was determined to become "more than friends" with him before prom.
"Hey, Mon!" Chandler said as he saw her putting her books in her locker.
"Chandler!" She exclaimed as she embraced him. "How was your summer? I'm so sorry I didn't get in touch with you sooner, but my parents just decided spur of the moment to go visiting schools for Ross."
"No prob. Where's he looking into?"
"NYU, Berkeley, Stanford, Northwestern, Penn and Princeton."
"Cool. I'm so nervous about these college applications. I spent hours this summer just filling them out."
"Yeah. I hope to do good this year. I really want to go to a school in the city. they're all really tough to get into though."
"You'll do great. Anyways, I have to get to class, but say, wanna get some pizza after school today?"
"Sure. See you then."
The months passed by and Winter Dance was approaching. Many guys had asked Monica to the dance, but she said no to all of them. Chandler suspected that she still didn't trust guys, and was therefore afraid to ask her to the dance. Monica, on the other hand, was turning the guys down because she was hoping that Chandler would ask her. But it was a week before the dance and Chandler still hadn't said a word.
"Hey, you need a ride home?" Chandler asked Monica a few days later, car keys in hand.
"Sure, that would be great," she responded, as they headed towards his car.
As they fastened their seatbelts, Monica decided to strike up converstation.
"So, Chandler, are you going to the dance?"
"Yeah, I think so. you?"
"I doubt it. So, you got a date already?"
"Nope. I think I'm going to ask this girl in my history class, though."
"Oh, really," Monica said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. The rest of the car ride Monica remained silent as a plethora of thougts invaded her head. As they approached her house, Monica decided that there was no time like the present.
"Chandler, I need to tell you something."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Um. I dunno how to put it. I know we're best friends and all. but I really like you. like more than friends. and I wanted to go to the dance with you. but I guess that's not going to happen given that you've found yourself a date. so this was really stupid and I should go now," she said as she hopped out of the car and ran inside her house. 'Why was I so stupid,' she thought to herself. 'I should have just waited for his response.'
Chandler in the meantime was sitting in his car in conflict. 'Wow, she likes me. SHE LIKES ME!!! But what should I do? Should I go in her house and tell her how I feel? No, she seemed rather upset. Hmmm. Why do I always think outloud?' he said, as he drove away from the Gellar's house.
The next day Monica went to school, hoping to avoid Chandler at all costs. That lasted about ten minutes, when she saw him standing by her locker.
"Hey Mon," he said casually, as if nothing had happened the previous day.
"Hey," she mumbled.
"So I gotta ask you something. I want to ask this girl out to the dance, but I don't know how. any suggestions?"
"Um. I dunno Chandler. I'm not an expert on this," Monica said, without making eye contact.
"So Mon, I asked this girl how to ask you to the dance, and she said "I dunno Chandler, I'm not an expert on this," so, by lack of ideas, Mon, will you be my date for the Winter Dance?" Monica was astounded. He was asking her out?
"Oh my. um. I mean. SURE!!!" She said as she hugged him.
"Thanks Mon. You know, I wanted to ask you a while ago, but you kept turning all the guys down, and I didn't know how if you turned me down, like if that would ruin our friendship. I'm so glad you said yes." He said as he hugged her tighter. Monica just smiled.
The week went on, and Monica and Rachel went shopping for dresses. Monica got an irridescent gown with a layer of tulle on top, while Rachel went for a tea-length slip dress.
"So, how's it going with Chandler?" Rachel asked, when they arrived back at the Green household.
"Great," Monica said with a smile.
"Are you two an item yet?"
"No, I think I'm just a date to the dance for him."
"Well, maybe things will heat up at night. him and Ross both sprung for the block rooms." Monica gasped. He knew of her horrific experience last year, so how could he do that to her?
"Um, Rach, I gotta go," she said, and took off towards her house. Monica arrived home and ran up to her room. She quickly dialed Chandler's phone number.
"Hey," Chandler said casually into the receiver.
"Chandler, I can't go to the dance with you," Monica said.
"What?" Chandler was surprised. "I already booked a room for the after-party."
"I can't go. Bye." Monica said and hung up the phone. Tears welled up in her eyes and began running down her cheeks. She looked at her dress hanging in her closet. She'd have to return that. She broke down into a sob, fell on her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
Monica woke up the next day and got dressed. She didn't want to see Chandler at all, but she knew that she had to go to school. After putting on some clothes, she went to the kitchen and waited for Ross to come down and take her to school.
As lunch time approached, Monica went to the library instead of the cafeteria. She had packed herself a sandwich, and ate it quietly in the corner, so that the librarian wouldn't catch her.
In the meantime, Chandler sat alone at the cafeteria table. 'Why did Monica cancel on me?' he thought to himself. 'And why would she not even come here for lunch?' Chandler let his mind drift, and sat alone until the bell rang.
Saturday was the day of the dance. Chandler decided to go stag, but cancelled the hotel room. He wasn't in the mood to party. Monica, on the other hand, stayed in her bed, curled up with her teddy bear, as she heard her mom ooohing and ahhhing over Ross and Rachel as her dad snapped pictures of the couple. Monica reached for the phone, wanting to call Chandler, but she remembered that he was at the dance, and she wasn't on speaking terms with him at the moment.
Chandler arrived at the gym doors. He entered the gym and was surrounded by streamers, paper snowflakes, and hundreds of their classmates. Ross and Rachel approached them.
"Where's Mon?" Rachel asked, when he saw he wasn't with Monica.
"She cancelled on me."
"Really? Because she seemed excited about going with you when we were dress shopping."
"I don't know. She just called me Wednesday night and told me she wasn't coming. Was she weird at all?"
"Um. well she left when I told her that you had booked a room. I don't know why though." All of a sudden, Chandler was hit with an answer. Of course she didn't want to go to a hotel room afterwards. After last year. Why had he been so inconsiderate? And why hadn't he thought it through? he thought to himself.
"I gotta go," Chandler said, and left Ross and Rachel, who were utterly confused.
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Though she planned on spending much of the summer with Chandler, her parents decided to spend the summer visiting various college campuses, as Ross was entering senior year. They decided that it would be more economical if Monica went with them, as they wouldn't have to travel cross- country again next year. So the summer was spent in the family's minivan and tiny hotel rooms. Chandler was never off Monica's mind though, and she was determined to become "more than friends" with him before prom.
"Hey, Mon!" Chandler said as he saw her putting her books in her locker.
"Chandler!" She exclaimed as she embraced him. "How was your summer? I'm so sorry I didn't get in touch with you sooner, but my parents just decided spur of the moment to go visiting schools for Ross."
"No prob. Where's he looking into?"
"NYU, Berkeley, Stanford, Northwestern, Penn and Princeton."
"Cool. I'm so nervous about these college applications. I spent hours this summer just filling them out."
"Yeah. I hope to do good this year. I really want to go to a school in the city. they're all really tough to get into though."
"You'll do great. Anyways, I have to get to class, but say, wanna get some pizza after school today?"
"Sure. See you then."
The months passed by and Winter Dance was approaching. Many guys had asked Monica to the dance, but she said no to all of them. Chandler suspected that she still didn't trust guys, and was therefore afraid to ask her to the dance. Monica, on the other hand, was turning the guys down because she was hoping that Chandler would ask her. But it was a week before the dance and Chandler still hadn't said a word.
"Hey, you need a ride home?" Chandler asked Monica a few days later, car keys in hand.
"Sure, that would be great," she responded, as they headed towards his car.
As they fastened their seatbelts, Monica decided to strike up converstation.
"So, Chandler, are you going to the dance?"
"Yeah, I think so. you?"
"I doubt it. So, you got a date already?"
"Nope. I think I'm going to ask this girl in my history class, though."
"Oh, really," Monica said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. The rest of the car ride Monica remained silent as a plethora of thougts invaded her head. As they approached her house, Monica decided that there was no time like the present.
"Chandler, I need to tell you something."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Um. I dunno how to put it. I know we're best friends and all. but I really like you. like more than friends. and I wanted to go to the dance with you. but I guess that's not going to happen given that you've found yourself a date. so this was really stupid and I should go now," she said as she hopped out of the car and ran inside her house. 'Why was I so stupid,' she thought to herself. 'I should have just waited for his response.'
Chandler in the meantime was sitting in his car in conflict. 'Wow, she likes me. SHE LIKES ME!!! But what should I do? Should I go in her house and tell her how I feel? No, she seemed rather upset. Hmmm. Why do I always think outloud?' he said, as he drove away from the Gellar's house.
The next day Monica went to school, hoping to avoid Chandler at all costs. That lasted about ten minutes, when she saw him standing by her locker.
"Hey Mon," he said casually, as if nothing had happened the previous day.
"Hey," she mumbled.
"So I gotta ask you something. I want to ask this girl out to the dance, but I don't know how. any suggestions?"
"Um. I dunno Chandler. I'm not an expert on this," Monica said, without making eye contact.
"So Mon, I asked this girl how to ask you to the dance, and she said "I dunno Chandler, I'm not an expert on this," so, by lack of ideas, Mon, will you be my date for the Winter Dance?" Monica was astounded. He was asking her out?
"Oh my. um. I mean. SURE!!!" She said as she hugged him.
"Thanks Mon. You know, I wanted to ask you a while ago, but you kept turning all the guys down, and I didn't know how if you turned me down, like if that would ruin our friendship. I'm so glad you said yes." He said as he hugged her tighter. Monica just smiled.
The week went on, and Monica and Rachel went shopping for dresses. Monica got an irridescent gown with a layer of tulle on top, while Rachel went for a tea-length slip dress.
"So, how's it going with Chandler?" Rachel asked, when they arrived back at the Green household.
"Great," Monica said with a smile.
"Are you two an item yet?"
"No, I think I'm just a date to the dance for him."
"Well, maybe things will heat up at night. him and Ross both sprung for the block rooms." Monica gasped. He knew of her horrific experience last year, so how could he do that to her?
"Um, Rach, I gotta go," she said, and took off towards her house. Monica arrived home and ran up to her room. She quickly dialed Chandler's phone number.
"Hey," Chandler said casually into the receiver.
"Chandler, I can't go to the dance with you," Monica said.
"What?" Chandler was surprised. "I already booked a room for the after-party."
"I can't go. Bye." Monica said and hung up the phone. Tears welled up in her eyes and began running down her cheeks. She looked at her dress hanging in her closet. She'd have to return that. She broke down into a sob, fell on her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
Monica woke up the next day and got dressed. She didn't want to see Chandler at all, but she knew that she had to go to school. After putting on some clothes, she went to the kitchen and waited for Ross to come down and take her to school.
As lunch time approached, Monica went to the library instead of the cafeteria. She had packed herself a sandwich, and ate it quietly in the corner, so that the librarian wouldn't catch her.
In the meantime, Chandler sat alone at the cafeteria table. 'Why did Monica cancel on me?' he thought to himself. 'And why would she not even come here for lunch?' Chandler let his mind drift, and sat alone until the bell rang.
Saturday was the day of the dance. Chandler decided to go stag, but cancelled the hotel room. He wasn't in the mood to party. Monica, on the other hand, stayed in her bed, curled up with her teddy bear, as she heard her mom ooohing and ahhhing over Ross and Rachel as her dad snapped pictures of the couple. Monica reached for the phone, wanting to call Chandler, but she remembered that he was at the dance, and she wasn't on speaking terms with him at the moment.
Chandler arrived at the gym doors. He entered the gym and was surrounded by streamers, paper snowflakes, and hundreds of their classmates. Ross and Rachel approached them.
"Where's Mon?" Rachel asked, when he saw he wasn't with Monica.
"She cancelled on me."
"Really? Because she seemed excited about going with you when we were dress shopping."
"I don't know. She just called me Wednesday night and told me she wasn't coming. Was she weird at all?"
"Um. well she left when I told her that you had booked a room. I don't know why though." All of a sudden, Chandler was hit with an answer. Of course she didn't want to go to a hotel room afterwards. After last year. Why had he been so inconsiderate? And why hadn't he thought it through? he thought to himself.
"I gotta go," Chandler said, and left Ross and Rachel, who were utterly confused.
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