I'm sorry for making the last one so short.this one's not too long either,
but I figure that something's better than nothing at all. Anyways, read &
review. I'll try to post more later, when I finally get over my writer's
block.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters.
"Monica, come on, we're going to be late!" Ross exclaimed Monday morning. Monica continued putting on makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. "Mon, if you're not here in two seconds, you'll have to get a ride yourself."
"I'm coming, Ross! Hold on!" Monica screamed as she gathered up her stuff and put on her coat.
"Whoa, Mon, what's with the hair and makeup?" Ross asked.
"What's with it?"
"I dunno, I mean you look nice. but we're just going to school."
"Well, Ross, maybe I want to look my best," Monica replied as she went into the backseat, and Ross started driving to Rachel's house, to pick her up. "So, how was the big night?"
"Eh. it was ok," Ross replied. "I mean, it was fun, but I've got prom this year, which will be so much better. By the way, what happened with you and Chandler? He left almost immediately after getting to the dance."
"Um, he came over and we talked," Monica said, not trying to reveal anything.
"And." Ross asked, waiting for her to continue.
"Then I went to sleep," Monica said, as Ross pulled up to the Green house and Rachel stepped in.
Monica stared at the clock, waiting for the minute hand to hit the nine. Pre-Calc was never this long before, but the minutes passed like hours as she waited for lunch. She hadn't seen Chandler since Saturday night. 'My boyfriend,' she thought to herself. 'I have a boyfriend.'
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the bell sounded, indicating that it was time for Monica to make her way towards the cafeteria. She smiled as she saw Chandler waiting by her classroom door.
"Hey Mon," he said, handing her a single white daisy.
"Hey," she said with a smile. "What's up?"
"Not too much," he said, entwining his fingers with hers. "Got a daisy for you."
"Thanks, they're my favorite."
The two proceeded to walk towards the cafeteria, holding hands. Both had large smiles on their faces, as if this was the best day ever. Lunchtime conversation was the same as usual, but it didn't matter to either of them. They were just happy to have each other.
As the bell rang and they began heading in their separate directions, Chandler asked "You have any plans for Saturday night?"
"Not yet."
"So, you want to go to a movie or something," Chandler asked.
"Like a date?" Monica inquired as a smile formed on her face.
"Yeah. We can get a bite to eat too."
"Sure, that would be great."
"So I'll pick you up at seven," Chandler said as he gave her a hug goodbye.
The week flew by for Monica as she made sure to have her first real date be perfect. Lunchtime conversations flew by and her heart would flutter every time she saw Chandler walking in the hall. Platonic feelings towards Chandler were long gone. And that started to scare her. 'What if things don't work out,' she asked herself. 'Then we won't even be friends.' But when she thought about it further, she believed that everything would work out between her and Chandler.
At seven p.m. sharp, the doorbell rang.
"I got it!" Monica yelled, as she put on the last of her blush. She opened the door to see Chandler standing there with a small bouquet of daisies in his hand.
"Come in," Monica said as he handed her the daisies. "I just gotta put these in water and then I'll be ready to go." With that she went upstairs to put the flowers in a vase, and grabbed her coat.
"So, what are we going to see?" Monica asked as she entered the car.
"That is up to you."
"Geez. I'm the worst decision maker."
Upon arriving at the movie theatre, they saw that the only movie that wasn't sold out was a sappy romance movie. 'I knew I should have gotten tickets in advance,' Chandler thought to himself. 'At least she might like this one.' They found seats in the theatre, and Chandler left, coming back a few minutes later with popcorn and soda. Halfway through the movie, when Chandler reached for the drink, he saw Monica's hand reaching towards it too. Instead of putting his hand around the big cup, he entwined his fingers with hers, and their hands stayed together for the rest of the movie.
"So, Mon, what do you want to eat?" Chandler asked when the credits started rolling.
"Nothing too fancy," was her response.
"How about Italian? There's that little trattoria down the road."
"Sounds good."
They drove towards the restaurant and sat down at a small table, where a small candle was dimly lit.
"This is so nice, Chandler," Monica said.
"You know what's even nicer?" he asked.
"No, what?"
"You." When Monica hesitated to talk, Chandler continued. "Oh God, I sound like that guy from the movie." Monica softly chuckled.
"That's okay. I'll take your cheesy line as a compliment." And with that, Chandler smiled. The conversation didn't cease, and their food remained barely eaten as they continued talking throughout the meal.
After dinner, Monica and Chandler walked back to his car, taking in the smell of the restaurant cooking its old-fashioned dishes, and the sights of the Christmas lights that hadn't been taken down yet.
"Are you ready to go home or do you want to go for a walk?" Chandler asked.
"A walk seems nice," she responded, as she grabbed his hand. The two of them proceeded to walk down the road of the quaint town, and into the small playground down the road. Monica sat down on a swing and motioned for Chandler to sit down next to her.
"Look how nice the sky is this time of night," Monica said as Chandler sat down on the cold, black swing.
"It's beautiful."
"Just like me," Monica said with a small giggle. "I beat you to it, Bing."
"So, Mon, how's life."
"Life?"
"Yeah, just thought it would make interesting conversation."
"Life is good," she said. "Life is really good. Have you heard from any colleges yet?"
"Yeah, I got into NYU. I think I'm going to go there. They offered me a scholarship, and it's right in the city. plus, those dorms are sweet!"
"Really? Ross is going there too. He did early, so he's sorta bound. but he's excited. especially because it's right near the Museum of Natural History."
"What's there?" Chandler inquired.
"Dinosaurs," Monica said before breaking out into laughter. When her laughter finally died down, she asked, "Chandler, what time is it?"
"About midnight," he responded.
"My curfew's really soon. I'm really sorry but I gotta get going."
"That's ok, let's get back to the car."
They talked about meaningless stuff the rest of the way home, until they reached Monica's house.
"Monica?" Chandler asked with a hint of nervousness.
"What's up?"
"Um. never mind," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace, and kissing her forehead. "I had a great time with you tonight."
"As did I."
"So next week?"
"Definitely." She said as she walked out of the car, and waved goodbye to Chandler. Chandler looked at her and waved back. He had to fight every temptation during the movie, at dinner, at the park and then in the car, in order to restrain himself from kissing her soft lips. 'Its all in good time,' he thought to himself as he drove away into the night.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters.
"Monica, come on, we're going to be late!" Ross exclaimed Monday morning. Monica continued putting on makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. "Mon, if you're not here in two seconds, you'll have to get a ride yourself."
"I'm coming, Ross! Hold on!" Monica screamed as she gathered up her stuff and put on her coat.
"Whoa, Mon, what's with the hair and makeup?" Ross asked.
"What's with it?"
"I dunno, I mean you look nice. but we're just going to school."
"Well, Ross, maybe I want to look my best," Monica replied as she went into the backseat, and Ross started driving to Rachel's house, to pick her up. "So, how was the big night?"
"Eh. it was ok," Ross replied. "I mean, it was fun, but I've got prom this year, which will be so much better. By the way, what happened with you and Chandler? He left almost immediately after getting to the dance."
"Um, he came over and we talked," Monica said, not trying to reveal anything.
"And." Ross asked, waiting for her to continue.
"Then I went to sleep," Monica said, as Ross pulled up to the Green house and Rachel stepped in.
Monica stared at the clock, waiting for the minute hand to hit the nine. Pre-Calc was never this long before, but the minutes passed like hours as she waited for lunch. She hadn't seen Chandler since Saturday night. 'My boyfriend,' she thought to herself. 'I have a boyfriend.'
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the bell sounded, indicating that it was time for Monica to make her way towards the cafeteria. She smiled as she saw Chandler waiting by her classroom door.
"Hey Mon," he said, handing her a single white daisy.
"Hey," she said with a smile. "What's up?"
"Not too much," he said, entwining his fingers with hers. "Got a daisy for you."
"Thanks, they're my favorite."
The two proceeded to walk towards the cafeteria, holding hands. Both had large smiles on their faces, as if this was the best day ever. Lunchtime conversation was the same as usual, but it didn't matter to either of them. They were just happy to have each other.
As the bell rang and they began heading in their separate directions, Chandler asked "You have any plans for Saturday night?"
"Not yet."
"So, you want to go to a movie or something," Chandler asked.
"Like a date?" Monica inquired as a smile formed on her face.
"Yeah. We can get a bite to eat too."
"Sure, that would be great."
"So I'll pick you up at seven," Chandler said as he gave her a hug goodbye.
The week flew by for Monica as she made sure to have her first real date be perfect. Lunchtime conversations flew by and her heart would flutter every time she saw Chandler walking in the hall. Platonic feelings towards Chandler were long gone. And that started to scare her. 'What if things don't work out,' she asked herself. 'Then we won't even be friends.' But when she thought about it further, she believed that everything would work out between her and Chandler.
At seven p.m. sharp, the doorbell rang.
"I got it!" Monica yelled, as she put on the last of her blush. She opened the door to see Chandler standing there with a small bouquet of daisies in his hand.
"Come in," Monica said as he handed her the daisies. "I just gotta put these in water and then I'll be ready to go." With that she went upstairs to put the flowers in a vase, and grabbed her coat.
"So, what are we going to see?" Monica asked as she entered the car.
"That is up to you."
"Geez. I'm the worst decision maker."
Upon arriving at the movie theatre, they saw that the only movie that wasn't sold out was a sappy romance movie. 'I knew I should have gotten tickets in advance,' Chandler thought to himself. 'At least she might like this one.' They found seats in the theatre, and Chandler left, coming back a few minutes later with popcorn and soda. Halfway through the movie, when Chandler reached for the drink, he saw Monica's hand reaching towards it too. Instead of putting his hand around the big cup, he entwined his fingers with hers, and their hands stayed together for the rest of the movie.
"So, Mon, what do you want to eat?" Chandler asked when the credits started rolling.
"Nothing too fancy," was her response.
"How about Italian? There's that little trattoria down the road."
"Sounds good."
They drove towards the restaurant and sat down at a small table, where a small candle was dimly lit.
"This is so nice, Chandler," Monica said.
"You know what's even nicer?" he asked.
"No, what?"
"You." When Monica hesitated to talk, Chandler continued. "Oh God, I sound like that guy from the movie." Monica softly chuckled.
"That's okay. I'll take your cheesy line as a compliment." And with that, Chandler smiled. The conversation didn't cease, and their food remained barely eaten as they continued talking throughout the meal.
After dinner, Monica and Chandler walked back to his car, taking in the smell of the restaurant cooking its old-fashioned dishes, and the sights of the Christmas lights that hadn't been taken down yet.
"Are you ready to go home or do you want to go for a walk?" Chandler asked.
"A walk seems nice," she responded, as she grabbed his hand. The two of them proceeded to walk down the road of the quaint town, and into the small playground down the road. Monica sat down on a swing and motioned for Chandler to sit down next to her.
"Look how nice the sky is this time of night," Monica said as Chandler sat down on the cold, black swing.
"It's beautiful."
"Just like me," Monica said with a small giggle. "I beat you to it, Bing."
"So, Mon, how's life."
"Life?"
"Yeah, just thought it would make interesting conversation."
"Life is good," she said. "Life is really good. Have you heard from any colleges yet?"
"Yeah, I got into NYU. I think I'm going to go there. They offered me a scholarship, and it's right in the city. plus, those dorms are sweet!"
"Really? Ross is going there too. He did early, so he's sorta bound. but he's excited. especially because it's right near the Museum of Natural History."
"What's there?" Chandler inquired.
"Dinosaurs," Monica said before breaking out into laughter. When her laughter finally died down, she asked, "Chandler, what time is it?"
"About midnight," he responded.
"My curfew's really soon. I'm really sorry but I gotta get going."
"That's ok, let's get back to the car."
They talked about meaningless stuff the rest of the way home, until they reached Monica's house.
"Monica?" Chandler asked with a hint of nervousness.
"What's up?"
"Um. never mind," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace, and kissing her forehead. "I had a great time with you tonight."
"As did I."
"So next week?"
"Definitely." She said as she walked out of the car, and waved goodbye to Chandler. Chandler looked at her and waved back. He had to fight every temptation during the movie, at dinner, at the park and then in the car, in order to restrain himself from kissing her soft lips. 'Its all in good time,' he thought to himself as he drove away into the night.