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Chandler browsed the shelf for Advil. Rachel's party the night before had left him with quite a hangover, and he had found, much to his dismay, that there was no Advil in his apartment. So he had forced himself out of bed and went down to the drugstore on the corner. He heard the bell over the door ring to signify that someone had walked in and turned his head to see. A woman with dark hair pulled back into a ponytail walked in with sunglasses on. She was wearing sweatpants, but he could clearly see that she was beautiful. She walked straight back to the pharmacist and told him her name. He didn't catch it over the sound of the other customers in the place. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She tapped her fingers against the counter as she waited. She seemed so familiar, like he had seen her before. He pulled his eyes away and picked up the bottle and made his way to the counter. As he stood in line to pay for it, the woman made her way to the front of the store and the door. She caught his eye before she left and gave him a small smile. Chandler moved up farther in line. He and Rachel had decided the night before that they were good friends. That was it.
"I don't know," Rachel had said. "It just seems like you're attached to someone else."
"That's the funny thing," he said shrugging. "I'm not."
"I know, but I just...sense that you're looking for someone or something else." She shrugged. "I think that it may be better this way." He had agreed. Rachel was not Miss Right for him, she was simply Miss Good-Enough-For-Right-Now. It wouldn't be fair to either of them to continue dating. But what had stuck with him was what Rachel had said. That he was looking for something else. He had no idea what he was looking for. He knew that he would know when he saw it, but until then there would be no instrumental music in the background for him while he prepared a picnic in the park, or any of those other cliches. There would be no writing of love songs. The only song he would be writing would be a love song for no one. He knew she was out there, that perfect person for him, but he didn't know where or when he would meet her. He was just praying it was soon.
Monica grabbed her prescription and felt that uncanny feeling that one gets when they feel like someone is staring at them. Sure enough, there was a man looking at her as if he was trying to place her from somewhere. And he looked vaguely familiar to her as well. She gave him a small smile as she left and hurried back to her apartment. She still wasn't feeling well, and she couldn't wait to get back to her bed. She got to her apartment building and walked up the steps to her apartment. Once inside, she collapsed on the bed and thought about the guy in the drugstore. He had been okay looking. Okay, who was she kidding, he had been gorgeous. Joey, she reminded herself. She had Joey. And he was sweet, and maybe not so smart, but he seemed to be able to put up with her and that was saying a lot. But still, they seemed to be better off as friends. She made a mental note to talk to him about it and see what he had to say. She sighed and got herself comfortable in her bed and closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
until then I'll hide in my bedroom
just staying up all night just to write
a love song for no one
I'm tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
so tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
Monica glanced over the titles of the books trying to find the one that she wanted. It was her favorite book and had been since she could remember. She searched the books in alphabetical order until she came to Fitzgerald and triumphantly found the last copy of The Great Gatsby. She snatched it off the shelf and went to pay for it. She heard a voice call out her name as she neared the counter.
"Monica?" She turned around and smiled at the sight.
"Rachel!" She gave her friend a hug. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't make it to your party last week."
"Oh honey, don't worry about it. Are you feeling better?" Monica smiled.
"Much, thanks. So what are you doing here?"
"I'm actually meeting my friend for coffee," Rachel explained.
"Oh, there's this great place in the Village with a cute little name...um...Central...Perk, Central Perk .You should try it."
"Oh, thanks, I will. What book are you getting?" Monica held up the book so that Rachel could read the title.
"It's my favorite," Monica admitted. "My old copy has seen better days so I thought that I would just come and get a new one."
"You know, my friend loves that book too. He always makes references to it. You should meet him, he's meeting me in a few minutes."
"I'm sorry, I have to go, I'm meeting my boyfriend for lunch, and," she glanced at her watch. "I'm already late."
"I understand," Rachel leaned in and gave her one more hug. "Call me and we can get together some time."
"I will." Rachel saw her friend and waved to him and said goodbye to Monica and hurried over to meet him. Monica made her way to the counter and paid for the book and hurried out of the bookstore to make it to lunch with Joey where she would break it to him that she had came to a decision. They were better as friends. She didn't know how he would take it, but she knew that they weren't working out together and this was something that she had to do. She sighed and made a silent resolution to do it and opened the restaurant door.
"Who was that?" Chandler asked as Rachel sat down at the small table that he had gotten.
"An old friend of mine. The one that got sick and couldn't come to the party?" Rachel took her coat off and swung it over the back of the chair.
"She couldn't stay?"
"She was meeting someone," Rachel explained picking up the menu and looking over it to see what she wanted.
"Hey, while you order, I'm going to run over and see if they have the book that I want," Chandler said standing up and walking over to the fiction section. He ran his finger over the spines and searched for The Great Gatsby.
"Excuse me," he pulled a clerk over to help him. "Do you have any copies of The Great Gatsby?"
"Sorry, sir, a woman just bought the last copy," the clerk shrugged apologetically.
"Thanks," Chandler said sighing. He went back to Rachel.
"No luck?" She asked. He shook his head. It wasn't a new book on the best sellers list. What were the odds of someone coming in just minutes before him and buying the last copy? It was perplexing.
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on a sidewalk
could I have missed my chance?
and watched you walk away
oh no way
"Mr. Geller would like to see you in his office," his secretary, the one responsible for setting him up with Rachel, handed him his messages. Chandler sighed. He liked his boss, he was a nice guy, but no one liked to be called to the boss's office. He nodded and took off his coat and went down the hall to the large double doors that led to Jack Geller's office. He knocked and heard the man tell him to come in, so he did and found himself in the extremely large office.
"Hello Chandler," Jack said motioning for Chandler to come sit down.
"Hello Mr. Geller. What can I do for you today?"
"I just wanted to know how the numbers were coming along for the Sullivan contract."
"Very good sir," he was interrupted from his report by the shrill ring of the phone. Jack held up a finger to signify for Chandler to hold on while he answered.
"Hello?" Jack paused. "Hi honey. I'm sure that everything is okay. No, Monica just probably...she just probably was busy....and...she's a big girl now Judy....would you like me to call? Now, Judy...I...sure...bye." He hung up and sighed. "Chandler, listen to me, stay single." Chandler gave a small chuckle.
"Problems with the wife?"
"She wants me to call and check up on my twenty-eight year old daughter. Why you might ask? Because Monica forgot to call her back, or maybe just didn't want to, not that I can blame her. She's afraid something has happened, and this is just another opportunity for her to rub in that Monica isn't married yet." He sighed again. "Poor Mon. Anyway, where were we?"
"The Sullivan..." the phone rang again. Jack gave Chandler an apologetic smile and answered.
"Hello? Hi Mon. Please call your mother back and tell her that you're not lying dead in a ditch somewhere. Yes, sweetie, thanks." He smiled. "She's a good girl." He showed Chandler a picture. "Of course, this was when she was little." Chandler studied the picture. The little girl looked so familiar. Dark hair, blue eyes. Where had he seen her before?
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on a sidewalk
could I have missed my chance?
and watched you walk away
Monica arrived at Rachel's apartment for another party a week later. Joey had come, but just as her friend, since that was what they decided to be. Rachel pulled the door open and smiled widely.
"Monica! You made it!" Monica gave her a hug and followed her into the apartment. Rachel took her and Joey's coats and hung them up and while Joey made a beeline for the food table, Monica wandered around the room and tried to make small talk with the other guests. Tried was the key word. The people were driving her crazy. She wanted to sneak out, but Joey was flirting with a girl and she didn't want to interrupt him. So she just aimlessly wandered trying to find a decent conversation among the crowd. When she finally could take no more, she grabbed her coat and with a glass of wine in one hand, she climbed out onto the fire escape in Rachel's room. She sighed as she let the cold night air whip around her. She leaned her head back against the brick and closed her eyes. That was better, she thought to herself. She would just stay out here for a little while and then try to pry Joey away from his latest conquest and then make their leave.
Chandler scanned the party once more. Rachel was off busy somewhere, and he hadn't really met her other friends. He was, in short, extremely bored. He picked up his glass of wine and tried to talk to the Italian who was flirting with two girls at once. Now, there was a skill that Chandler admired.
"Hello," Chandler smiled at the group of three.
"Hi," the man extended his hand, which was covered in some sort of sauce, then quickly pulled it back and wiped it off before extending it once more. "I'm Joey."
"Chandler."
"Are you a friend of Rachel's?" Joey asked.
"Yes, newly acquired friend. You?"
"My friend is one of her oldest friends, so here I am. Although," he paused glancing around the crowded room. "I seem to have lost my friend." The one woman standing there began to run her hand over Joey's arm and Joey lost interest in both his friend and Chandler. After a few more vain efforts to join a conversation, Chandler began to get his things to head out. He heard the annoyingly familiar voice of one of his ex-girlfriends.
"Janice!" He hissed and turned on his heel and fled into the bedroom. He could hear her making her way to put her coat on the bed. He spotted the fire escape and climbed out. When he looked down, he saw a woman sitting there.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know it was taken," he quipped and turned to leave.
"Oh, no it's fine, I can share," she told him lifting her head up. Bright blue eyes met dazzling blue eyes as they shared a moment before both opened their mouths to speak. At the same time, their mouths opened and out spilled the words:
"It's you."
I'm tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
so tired of being alone
so hurry up and get here
you'll be so good
you'll be so good for me
Oh, I know you'll be so good
for me, for me
*~ I'm sorry this chapter took a little longer. This week has been crazy insane for me. But it's all okay now, even though I'm technically supposed to be doing English right now. Oh well. So they've met, what do you think will happen? Review and tell me how you like it and if I should keep going.~*