The Love of an Angel-Chapter 5

Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but this week was really hectic. But this coming week will probably be even worse, because of midterms. So, in like a week, I should finally be free again! (Well, as free as u can be, when u still havta go to school.) Anyway, thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy chapter 5! Thanks!;-)

After the meal was over, Ross, Rachel, Monica, and Rob went back to Monica and Rachel's apartment for coffee. While Ross and Rachel were talking, Rob decided to begin a conversation with Monica.

"So, how long have you lived here?" Rob wondered.

"Uhh…I've lived here for about six years now."

"Really? It's great place."

"Yeah. We really like it here."

"So, Rachel tells me you're a surgeon."

"Yup."

"So, if I ever need any sort of operation, I should come to you?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Do you give discounts?"

Monica laughed. "No, that's not my department."

"Okay, well I guess I'll still come to you for surgery."

"Sure, and recommend me to all your friends, right?"

"Of course!"

Monica chuckled again. Rob was very funny and sweet. Surprisingly, she was actually happy to be with him. Monica looked down and noticed that Rob's mug of coffee was empty. "Oh, would you like some more coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be great."

"Okay." Monica grabbed the mug and got up. "Just one minute."

"That's fine."

Monica made her way to the kitchen, but suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

"Monica?" Rob wondered, "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I…I'm fine." She continued to the kitchen, but knew that the same man, who had been with her before, was in her presence again. The eerie feeling that usually accompanied this situation was back, but Monica could tell it was growing stronger. She knew someone was standing right in front of her. Scared beyond belief, she dropped the coffee mug, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.

"Mon?" Rachel called, "What happened?"

At that point, Monica's face was completely pale, and she continued to stare in the spot where the man was. Rachel came up to Monica and guided her to her room. However, Monica was so shaken up, that she barely noticed.

When Rachel got Monica into her room, Monica sat down on her bed, still in a daze.

"What happened?" Rachel tried gently.

Monica didn't answer, but just stared at the wall.

"Mon?"

Suddenly, Monica snapped out of her trance. "Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

"I…I don't know. At first, everything was fine, but then…" Monica trailed off.

"What?"

"He's back, Rach."

"Who's back?"

"That man."

"What man?"

"You know!" Monica reminded her, irritated, "That man who nobody can see…but I know is here."

Rachel tilted her head sympathetically. "I thought you were over that, since you took off from work."

"So did I. But I'm obviously not!"

"Mon, have you ever thought of getting…professional help?"

Monica's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe that Rachel, her best friend, would even consider telling her that. Why couldn't Rachel just believe her?

"I don't need 'professional help'!"

"But Mon, you're…seeing people."

"No, I'm not seeing people. I know he's here. He is!"

Rachel shook her head. "Mon, think of how ridiculous this sounds."

"I know! And at first I thought I was totally going crazy! But I'm not. Really, I'm not. This is all real! It seriously is!"

"Mon…"

"You know what? Just forget I ever talked to you!"

"But Mon…"

Monica turned around before Rachel could finish her plea. Dejectedly, Rachel exited Monica's room. Once she left, Monica laid her head in her hands. Maybe she was going crazy. But there was no way she would ever see a physiatrist. She had gotten through the worst parts of her life without any help. Now wasn't the time to start.

*~*~*~*

The next day, Chandler followed Monica on her errands. Every stop she made, Chandler was right there with her. However, she didn't seem to notice his presence this time. Chandler figured it was because he was spending his time trying to decide on the perfect time to reveal himself, instead of pinning for her, like he had in the past. Finally, she arrived at the library, and began to scan the shelves for books.

"It's now or never," Chandler told himself as he closed his eyes tightly. He had to have total concentration in order to become fully visible to a human. In his mind, he had to yearn it bad enough for it to become the reality. Suddenly, he felt lightheaded, so he opened his eyes. He was visible to the human world. It was a strange feeling for an angel to become noticeable. It made Chandler feel slightly detached—like he wasn't fully awake. It was because he was living within two worlds, almost. The only difference was that he couldn't touch anything on Earth. He was just a soul—his perceived body would go straight through anything with mass. Finally, Chandler took a deep breath and approached the bookshelf that Monica was browsing.

For a few minutes, Chandler scanned the books quietly next to Monica. Every so often, he would glance at her through the side of his eye, but would quickly turn his attention from her. Finally, Chandler decided he should say something. He cleared his throat and Monica faced him. When she turned towards him, Chandler felt his inexistent heart skip a beat. She could hear him! she could see him! It was too good to be true.

Chandler gained his composure and began, "You don't happen to have any book recommendations, do you?"

Monica smiled warmly. "Actually, I do. I read a lot."

"Really?" Chandler asked, "So do I."

"Yeah? Wow, it's a wonder that I've never seen you around here."

"Yeah, well I just moved here a few days ago."

"Really? Where'd you move from?"

"Up North," Chandler answered simply.

Monica looked at him, waiting to hear where exactly he was from.

"Canada," he clarified.

"Oh. It's lovely up there. My family and I used to go there during the summer."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, well I was always excited because I got to, ya know, leave the country."

Chandler laughed. "Yeah, well I guess you could say that I'm in a foreign country now."

Monica laughed. "Yeah."

Monica and Chandler stopped talking, and looked at each other for a moment, each studying the other. Finally, Monica broke the silence.

"So, books…?"

Chandler coughed uncomfortably. "Yeah, right. Any recommendations?"

"Tons. What kind of books are you into?"

"Hmm…well I really love the classics, but I've probably read all of those by now."

"Yeah? Which books?"

"Oh well, anything by Mark Twain, Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, or…the list goes on."

"I love those authors, too. But my all time favorite book is To Kill…"

"…A Mockingbird," Chandler finished for her. "That's one of my favorites, too! I can't believe I forgot to mention it!"

Monica smiled broadly. "Really? It's one of your favorites?"

"Yes! I must've read it a million times by now."

"Oh, me too! The first time I read it was back in like 8th grade, for school, but I just love it so much. I probably read it at least once a year."

"Yeah, me too!"

"Okay, back to book recommendations…"

"Right…again."

"Yeah, again. Umm…what kind of books do you like?"

"Everything. But right now, I'm kind of interested in reading something more supernatural based."

"Oh, well I have about a million suggestions for you in that category, too."

"Great!"

Monica gave Chandler about a dozen suggestions and he went to the shelves to look. Monica followed closely behind him.

"So, umm…I would love to talk to you more about these books," Chandler admitted, "None of my friends read."

"That would be great. None of my friends read anything either…well anything worth discussing. My friend Rachel only reads like Vogue and another one of my friends, Ross, only reads science fiction. I'm not a fan of science fiction though. Ya know, like Lord of the Rings and stuff."

"Oh, well that's one place we differ in, I guess."

Monica laughed. "I guess so."

"Well, would you care to join me for lunch today?"

"No, sorry I can't. I have to meet someone for lunch."

Chandler tried to hide his disappointment. "Oh…"

"But tomorrow for lunch would be great."

"Okay!"

"Great, so where should we meet?"

"Where are great things are, of course—the library."

Monica laughed. "Right. I'll see you then."

"Yeah, see ya. Have a nice day."

"You too!" With that, Monica walked away from Chandler.

Once she was out of sight, Chandler sighed heavily and slumped over in relief. He finally did it! He talked to her! It was a day he'd never forget.

Okay, I don't know when I'll get to continue this next, but it'll be, at most, in a week. Hopefully sooner. Anyways, please read and review! Thanks!:o)