It's been awhile since a John Mayer song popped up in one of my fics, huh? However, I've been dying to use this song since I heard it. So it's by him, obviously, and please review because it would make my day.

Disclaimer: However much I want to own both John Mayer and the cast of friends, sadly, I don't think it's going to happen

24 years later:

"Chandler?" He groaned and turned around to see who was calling his name. It was his blind date, set up for him by his secretary who was sure that her boss wasn't getting out enough. He plastered a smile on his face which he was sure wasn't going to last longer then a few minutes and stood up and shook the woman's hand.

"Hi," she said brushing her light brown hair out of her eyes.

"Hi," he replied back and pulled her chair out for her and then pushed her back in. At least this one was pretty. The others had ranged from slightly unattractive to flat out frightening looking. "You must be Rachel. Right? Rachel Green?"

"That's me. And you're Chandler Bing." She took a sip of the water that was sitting on the table. "That's an interesting name."

"It is isn't it?" They both chuckled. "I never liked it." A memory faded by time and insignificance suddenly appeared in his mind. Like all memories, it was fragmented. The park, a little girl, she said that she liked his name. It could have been even a dream. What was this doing in his head? But for some reason, he couldn't get it out, and he couldn't exactly piece it together. He ordered and made small talk with Rachel. She was very nice, she was the nicest woman that he had been forced on a blind date with.

"I have a personal question," she said leaning forward. "You're pretty normal. What are you doing on a blind date?"

"I was just going to ask you that!" He said laughing.

"I promised my friend who told me that I was taking too long to get over a breakup, and you?"

"Secretary afraid that my love life is in the gutter," he said shrugging.

"And is it?"

"My love life? Or lack there of, should be more like it." He took another drink of wine. This was going better then he had thought, and yet that memory was bothering him. He would have to remember to ask his mother about it. It was doubtful that she would remember, but he would give it a try at least. They finished eating, and he walked her back to her apartment where they exchanged numbers. He pocketed it while he was walking home. He was so busy trying to place the disjointed memory that he ran right into a woman who was walking down the sidewalk with her boyfriend. He mumbled a quick apology and looked up at the woman. Her dark hair swirled in the windy air, and she gave him a small smile in acceptance of her apology. They kept walking and he kept walking, but he couldn't help but turn around and watch her walk away.

Monica sat across from her boyfriend in the crowded restaurant. They had been dating for about a month or so. He was a friend of her brother's, and he was an actor. Things had been going well so far. She had never been any good at relationships, but he seemed nice, not so bright, but nice and she was keeping her fingers crossed on this one. He got the check and helped her with her coat and led her out into the chilly New York night. As they walked back to her apartment, a man bumped into her. She glanced up at him as he mumbled an apology. She gave him a small smile to show him that she was okay and then Joey tugged on her arm and they kept walking. She wanted to glance back once more, but Joey was keeping them at a fast pace.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," she said waving her hand. She turned her head slightly but she couldn't see the man anymore. It didn't matter anyway. He was a stranger. Someone she would never see again. But there was something when their eyes had met. She shook the ridiculous thoughts out of her head and kept walking to keep up with her date.

Staying home alone on a Friday

flat on the floor

looking back on old loves or lack there of

and after all the crushes have faded

and all my wishful thinking was wrong

I'm tainted

I hate it

"Mom?"

"Chandler?" There was a pause. "Are you all right?" He should have known that she would panic at the sound of his voice, he never called her unless something was wrong.

"I'm fine. I had a question," he tried to phrase it just right in his head. "I keep having this partial memory and there's a girl in a park and something about....a sandbox?"

"I don't know sweetie sorry," his mother had really stopped paying attention, he could tell. "Maybe call Laurie, she might know." Well, if his mother hadn't remembered it, it couldn't have been a significant memory.

"Never mind," he said. "Thanks anyway." His mind raced, he still couldn't get the image of a little girl out of his head. Blue dress, blue eyes rimmed with tears. Who was she? He hung up and noticed that his answering machine was blinking.

"Hi Chandler, it's Rachel. I'm having a party on Saturday and I wanted to know if you wanted to come. So anyway, call me back." They had gone to lunch once since the dinner, and to a movie. She was nice enough, and he liked her. At least as a friend.

Monica scanned the place for Joey and her brother Ross. She spotted them on the orange couch in the center of the place and came over and slung her coat over the back and leaned in and gave Joey a kiss.

"Did you find the place okay?" Joey asked. She nodded and looked around the coffeehouse. It was a cute little place with a cute little name: Central Perk. She liked the casual atmosphere of the place.

"Who discovered this place?" She asked.

"Remember that blonde I dated for awhile?" Ross asked. "You know, the one that was a little strange. What was her name?"

"Phoebe," Monica supplied taking a sip of Joey's coffee while she waited for hers to arrive.

"That was it, anyway, she played guitar in here sometimes and told me that there was this great little coffeehouse in the Village that I should try out. She was nice enough, but a little out there."

"More like a lot out there," Joey mumbled remembering the stories that Ross had accumulated over the month or so that he dated her.

"No, she was sweet," Monica said defending the woman. "Oh before I forget, Ross? Do you remember Rachel Green?"

"The one that went to high school with you?"

"Yes. I ran into her a few months ago and we've been having lunch all the time and she's having a party on Saturday that she wants us to go to. What do you say?"

"Count me in," Joey said leaning forward and kissing her neck.

"Thanks," she turned to Ross. "And you?"

"Well, I had big plans for the night," he started to decline, but Joey interrupted him.

"Dude, rearranging your collection of movies and books in alphabetical order is not having plans." Ross looked offended and then turned bright red.

"Fine. I'll be there," he said. "And those are perfectly acceptable ways to spend a night."

"Sure," Joey nodded and slipped his arm around Monica and took a drink.

I'm tired of being alone

so hurry up and get here

so tired of being alone

so hurry up and get here

Get here

Chandler arrived for the party and Rachel greeted him at the door and took his coat.

"Come in," she said pulling on his hand to the group of people congregating near the door. She introduced all her friends to him and then pulled him to the next group. Halfway through the introductions were made, the phone rang interrupted their greetings. Rachel handed her glass of wine to Chandler and ran to answer it.

"Hello?" She paused, listening to the other side of the conversation. "Oh that's too bad. I'm sorry. I hope that you feel better. I certainly will miss you. Get better, sweetie." She hung up and sighed.

"Something the matter?"

"No, that was just my friend that I wanted you to meet and she's sick and she's not going to be able to make it."

"That's too bad," Chandler said. Rachel nodded and bit her nail until a glass broke in the kitchen and she ran off towards the sound.

"Can I get you anything?" Joey stood poised in Monica's doorway ready to go get her anything that she could possibly want.

"No thanks," she said waving her hand and moaning as she grabbed the bucket next to her bed and emptying out her stomach. Joey took the disgusting can in his hands and took it to the bathroom to clean up. Then he brought back in a cold compress and stuck it on her feverish forehead.

"I'm sorry you feel so terrible," he said sincerely. He was honestly a nice guy. She gave him a feeble smile before she had to puke again and then tried to close her eyes and fall into a fitful sleep.

"I'll go make you some soup," Joey offered.

"You don't make soup," she pointed out.

"Good point, I'm going to go buy some," he gave her a small kiss on her forehead and then grabbed his keys and left as Monica leaned over to call Rachel and break it to her that she wouldn't be able to go to the party. It was a shame too, because she had really wanted to go.

searching all my days just to find you

not sure who I'm looking for

I'll know it

when I see you

*It was the craziest thing. I had the entire thing written and somehow my computer didn't save it. So I had to rewrite it and when I did that, I broke the song up into two different parts. So please review because I've had to write this twice now! *