Ok this is my first SERIOUS fanfic. It will be a few chapters long with a
BIG twist, please read and review thanks!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING..
Chandler Bing was one of those people who were never late for work. Despite the fact he hated it more than anything, we was always on time. This morning however, his alarm clock had run out of batteries, causing him to sleep in, and already he was an hour late. He threw on the first clothes he could find; he didn't have time to take a shower. He grabbed his tie and ran out of the door without even checking himself in the mirror.
He ran down the road and tried to get a taxi, every one seemed to be occupied, the subway was packed and half of the lines seemed to be delayed or seemed to be in constant 'refurbishment'.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, the only way he would possibly get to work on time was by running the 7 blocks he needed to.
He ran as fast as he could, across busy streets, almost getting knocked over a couple of times, and storming into people and kicking their dogs out the way. He didn't have far to go until he ran into the one person that changed everything.
Monica Geller had a job interview that morning at a restaurant right near her apartment; she'd taken all morning to look just right, it was important to her to get the job, not only to get her mother of her case, but so she could actually afford rent this month. She'd left her apartment in plenty of time going over all the recipes she could think of , all the experience she'd had, and all the great things she could say. She stopped by at her local coffee place, took out a coffee going over and over everything she knew about cooking. If she'd been concentrating she might have seen the guy with the dirty suit, bed hair and sweaty face running straight at her as she turned the corner.
Chandler Bing went hurtling into the woman knocking her coffee all over her new shirt and spraying a considerable amount on himself.
"Oh Shit, I am so so sorry!" he apologized
Monica was about to yell at this guy for ruining her suit and therefore probably the most important interview of her life, but instead she just stood there not knowing what to say, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
"No, really I should have been looking where I was going, it not your fault."
"No, really, I'm the idiot for not renewing the batteries in my clock" Monica gave him a confused look "Don't worry it's a long story" she laughed. "Er, look we got to get you a new shirt, you can't go to work looking like that"
"Actually it's a job interview" She explained
"Even more important then, how much time do you have?"
"Three hours"
"Three hours? And you were leaving now? Where the hell was the interview, France?"
She laughed, "Actually, I just like to be prepared and I had nightmares that I was going to be late"
Despite the fact this woman seemed painfully neurotic, Chandler liked her, she seemed really nice, and unlike most of the woman in the entirety of New York State she actually found his jokes funny.
Monica liked this guy a lot, he seemed smart and funny, and appeared genuinely concerned about her, he also didn't seem too put off by the fact she was painfully neurotic.
"Anyway we better get onto the shirt thing, otherwise you will actually be late!" he offered
"Ok, wanna head down 59th street, they've got great designer names at low prices!"
He laughed "Sure" he said
They began walking, ordinarily it would be extremely awkward for two complete strangers to go shopping, but as this day was already as surreal as it could get, everything seemed fine.
"So, what's your name?" he asked
"Monica, and you are?"
"Chandler" he said, she giggled, "Oh god, you laughed at the FIRST name"
"No, its not that, it's just you don't look like a Chandler"
"Ok, how many Chandlers have you actually met to be able to decide what a Chandler looks like?" he joked, "Ok, so say you don't know my name, what name do I look like?"
She thought about it, "Robert" she answered.
He laughed "Wow, this is quite possibly the weirdest conversation I have ever had with someone I met on the street!"
They carried on down the street until they came to the shop, and talked about everything from her job interview to their childhoods. Eventually she found the shirt she wanted, and before they knew it was time for her to leave for her interview.
"So, I guess I should get going" She said, sounding subtly disappointed
"Yeah I'd better get to work too, I'm already about 5 hours late" He said "and, er, good luck with everything"
"Thanks" she said, and went to turn to leave.
"Hey, coffee!" he spurted out in an attempt to stop her leaving.
"What?"
"Erm, well I guess that was my way of saying, I didn't repay you for the coffee I ruined, and maybe I could after your interview?" he asked
"Sure" she laughed, "I'd like that, see you later Chandler"
"Robert" He corrected and winked.
Please read and review and tell me what you think!!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING..
Chandler Bing was one of those people who were never late for work. Despite the fact he hated it more than anything, we was always on time. This morning however, his alarm clock had run out of batteries, causing him to sleep in, and already he was an hour late. He threw on the first clothes he could find; he didn't have time to take a shower. He grabbed his tie and ran out of the door without even checking himself in the mirror.
He ran down the road and tried to get a taxi, every one seemed to be occupied, the subway was packed and half of the lines seemed to be delayed or seemed to be in constant 'refurbishment'.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, the only way he would possibly get to work on time was by running the 7 blocks he needed to.
He ran as fast as he could, across busy streets, almost getting knocked over a couple of times, and storming into people and kicking their dogs out the way. He didn't have far to go until he ran into the one person that changed everything.
Monica Geller had a job interview that morning at a restaurant right near her apartment; she'd taken all morning to look just right, it was important to her to get the job, not only to get her mother of her case, but so she could actually afford rent this month. She'd left her apartment in plenty of time going over all the recipes she could think of , all the experience she'd had, and all the great things she could say. She stopped by at her local coffee place, took out a coffee going over and over everything she knew about cooking. If she'd been concentrating she might have seen the guy with the dirty suit, bed hair and sweaty face running straight at her as she turned the corner.
Chandler Bing went hurtling into the woman knocking her coffee all over her new shirt and spraying a considerable amount on himself.
"Oh Shit, I am so so sorry!" he apologized
Monica was about to yell at this guy for ruining her suit and therefore probably the most important interview of her life, but instead she just stood there not knowing what to say, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
"No, really I should have been looking where I was going, it not your fault."
"No, really, I'm the idiot for not renewing the batteries in my clock" Monica gave him a confused look "Don't worry it's a long story" she laughed. "Er, look we got to get you a new shirt, you can't go to work looking like that"
"Actually it's a job interview" She explained
"Even more important then, how much time do you have?"
"Three hours"
"Three hours? And you were leaving now? Where the hell was the interview, France?"
She laughed, "Actually, I just like to be prepared and I had nightmares that I was going to be late"
Despite the fact this woman seemed painfully neurotic, Chandler liked her, she seemed really nice, and unlike most of the woman in the entirety of New York State she actually found his jokes funny.
Monica liked this guy a lot, he seemed smart and funny, and appeared genuinely concerned about her, he also didn't seem too put off by the fact she was painfully neurotic.
"Anyway we better get onto the shirt thing, otherwise you will actually be late!" he offered
"Ok, wanna head down 59th street, they've got great designer names at low prices!"
He laughed "Sure" he said
They began walking, ordinarily it would be extremely awkward for two complete strangers to go shopping, but as this day was already as surreal as it could get, everything seemed fine.
"So, what's your name?" he asked
"Monica, and you are?"
"Chandler" he said, she giggled, "Oh god, you laughed at the FIRST name"
"No, its not that, it's just you don't look like a Chandler"
"Ok, how many Chandlers have you actually met to be able to decide what a Chandler looks like?" he joked, "Ok, so say you don't know my name, what name do I look like?"
She thought about it, "Robert" she answered.
He laughed "Wow, this is quite possibly the weirdest conversation I have ever had with someone I met on the street!"
They carried on down the street until they came to the shop, and talked about everything from her job interview to their childhoods. Eventually she found the shirt she wanted, and before they knew it was time for her to leave for her interview.
"So, I guess I should get going" She said, sounding subtly disappointed
"Yeah I'd better get to work too, I'm already about 5 hours late" He said "and, er, good luck with everything"
"Thanks" she said, and went to turn to leave.
"Hey, coffee!" he spurted out in an attempt to stop her leaving.
"What?"
"Erm, well I guess that was my way of saying, I didn't repay you for the coffee I ruined, and maybe I could after your interview?" he asked
"Sure" she laughed, "I'd like that, see you later Chandler"
"Robert" He corrected and winked.
Please read and review and tell me what you think!!