Chandler's Secret
Authors note: Hi everyone, thanx for all the positive feedback on the last chapter. This one reveals the secret and you won't be left wondering anymore. BTW I used the name 'Taylor' because my favourite cousin had a baby on the first of December, a little boy name Taylor and he is SOOOoooooooooooo sweet I could just eat him (but I won't lol) so this whole story is dedicated to him.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, only Taylor. (I mean the character in the story Taylor, not my baby cousin ;-) )
'Is there any sign of him yet?' Ross asked to his cell phone. He was in the library looking over his students reports from the last terms assignments. He had found a perfect place in the library where he could see out of the window and down at the street below.
'Well no!' Phoebe said in to her cell phone. 'Otherwise I would have told you.' She rolled her eyes and looked at the entrance to Chandler's building again before taking another sip of her coffee. It was her third one this morning and if he didn't come soon then she would be buzzing from the caffeine for the rest of the afternoon. She was sitting in the small café across from Chandler's work. It wasn't bad, quite nice actually. Small but cosy, not too brightly lit and each of the table were separated in to individual booths, each one surrounded on the sides by trellises that had fake branches twisting in and out, secluding the booth next to it from view. The rest of the café was pretty standard though. Phoebe looked out the window she was sitting by. People came and went out of the building but no-one ho looked like Chandler.
'Ok then. Remember to-'
'Give you a call when he comes; I KNOW' She cut him off. He had rung her three times already and each time reminded her of that, as if she was likely to forget so soon. It was coming up to 11:30. Maybe Chandler was taking an early lunch? That would mean he would be out soon.
'Ok then, see ya.' Ross said and hung up.
Phoebe resumed her staring out of the window for another fifteen minutes with nothing happening when she was the familiar face coming out of the building. She pressed the speed dial on her cell phone and called Ross. 'He's left the building; I think he's going to call a cab. Shall I call Joey?' She asked. Ross told her to do so and she hung up.
'-handler how do you work this thing? I HAVE pressed the button . so I speak now? . Hello! You've reached Joey Tribbiani, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you, and if you're hot then leave your number and I'll defiantly call you back. what do I do now then? What button? You come press it. Wait I think I got it, is it that -' at the machine recorded beep Phoebe realised that Joey didn't have his phone with him. Chandler was now out of site and Phoebe groaned. All this for nothing. The bell above the door tinkled as another customer came in. Phoebe got up and turned around to walk out when she noticed that it was Chandler. She ducked under her table as he walked past and sat down in a booth right next to hers.
She heard him clearly through the trellace separating the two booths as he ordered two drinks. Phoebe guessed that he was meeting someone there, and soon enough a tall, medium build man walked in to the café and over to Chandler.
'Hey man' Chandler said and the two men embraced each other like brothers.
'Have you ordered yet?' The man asked. Phoebe heard Chandler say that he had and the two men sat down. She tried to look through the trellis at them but the branches were too thick and she couldn't see anything so she listened to the conversation.
It was half an hour later and Phoebe was once again bored. It was obvious that the man was just an old school friend or something as they kept remembering things like: 'Hey, remember when we were in forth grade and Susie Moss had tipped paint in that girls chair, you know the one you had a crush on, and so you walked past her and 'tripped' over with the paint.' Chandler said. His friend laughed. Phoebe thought it was weird that in the half an hour she hadn't heard the mans' name.
'So, tell me about the wedding.' He said, Chandler smiled and shook his head.
'Monica's been making all the decisions. And I don't mind, I just want her special day to be the way she dreamed it.'
'What about what you want?'
'Me? I just want to be able to get through this marriage better then our father.' Chandler said. Phoebe froze. OUR father? Chandler and this man were brothers! Or maybe she had heard wrong, maybe he had said 'our fathers' and that the mans' dad was the same kind of person as Chandlers'.
'Aw so you're not planning to go table dancing in your own Vegas drag show then?' The man laughed. Chandler laughed along but obviously not as light- hearted.
'So that's what dad's doing then.' He mused.
'Well it's what I guess.' Phoebe had noticed it again. Dad, not plural. Were these two men brothers? She jumped, spilling the fresh coffee that had just been delivered when her cell phone rang.
'Hello?' She whispered, not wanting to give her voice away to Chandler.
'Phoebe, any sign of him?' Ross said. Phoebe scowled; didn't this man have any trust in her?
'Yeah he's right here but I can't talk now.' She said and hung up.
'And how are the books coming along?' The man asked.
'Good, really good. One was on the best sellers list! And it sure beats data processing.' They both laughed at this.
'Some pretty sexy scenes in those books though, not going to take after our mother are you? Don't wanna do THAT to your kids.' The man stated. Once more Phoebe noticed it. Our mother. They must be brothers. But why hadn't Chandler ever mentioned him?
'Hey, those were only to show that she was having an affair with her boss! Not really the point of the book like Mums'.' Chandler defended. This also had Phoebe wondering. Chandler was writing books now?
Phoebe sighed agitatedly. She needed answers to these many questions, and she needed them now. She stood up, planning to pass casually by their table and notice them, saying she was on her way to the bathroom and then sit down and chat. As she started to walk she bumped in to someone and they both fell to the ground.
'Hey, sorry. Should have been looking.' She looked up and saw that she had walked straight in to the man Chandler was talking to. She apologized as well and stood up. Chandler had come from the booth to see what had happened.
'Hey Phoebe, what are doing here?' He asked. Phoebe smiled and told her story.
'Um, Phoebes, bathrooms are THAT way.' He said, pointing the opposite way.
'Uh. so what are those doors then?' She asked, trying to play innocent and cover her mistake.
'That's the kitchen.' Chandler's friend told her. She smiled, trying to hide the humiliation that was creeping up and continued her cover.
'Thanks for telling me, that would have been SO embarrassing.'
'Um, that's ok. So what are you doing here?'
'Having lunch, what are you doing here?' Phoebe retaliated the question.
'Having lunch.' Chandler said meekly, as if he knew he was about to be busted. Chandler's friend stood there quietly, listening in on the conversation. Chandler noticed that they didn't know each other and quickly said. 'Phoebe this is Taylor, Taylor this is Phoebe.'
'Hi there' Taylor said and shook Phoebes hand. There was silence again as no-one knew what to say.
'Um do you want to sit down and chat?' Chandler asked, his question directed to Phoebe. Phoebe nodded and sat down.
'Hey, I would join you but I still need to go to the bathroom.' Taylor said and headed off to the bathrooms.
'I thought you said you had to go out of town today?' Chandler said.
'Missed my train. I thought you were in meetings all day.' Phoebe shot back. Chandler started to look uneasy, as if he were hiding something, and Phoebe was sure he was. A moment later Taylor returned and sat down next to Chandler. Phoebe looked between the two; the similarities in them were incredible. They both had those bright blue eyes, cheeky smile and laugh lines around the eyes. Their hair was the same colour and they were roughly the same height. Any more similar and they could have been twins.
'So how do you two know each other?' Phoebe asked. The two men looked at each other before Chandler spoke, and when he did it was almost as if it were a rehearsed speech.
'We were friends in high school, Taylor's here for a few days so we're catching up on things.' He said. Phoebe nodded sceptically.
'I heard you two speaking a moment ago; you were saying things like, 'our father'. What was that about?' She knew it was the right question, Chandler looked trapped, there was no revised answer for that.
'Um. well, I meant, we-we didn't say father, I said father's'' Our dads are really similar.' Chandler stuttered nervously. It was an obvious lie.
'Yeah right Chandler Bing.' Phoebe said. 'If you don't tell me then I'll tell Monica and SHE will make you tell her.' She smiled triumphantly when the look in Chandler's eyes told her she was right.
'Hey.' Taylor whispered to Chandler. 'Maybe you should just tell her. It would be better then lying again. And you said you didn't want to stress Monica out before the wedding.' Chandler nodded and faced Phoebe.
'Ok you have to promise not to speak until I've finished ok?' Phoebe agreed and Chandler took a deep breath before speaking.
'Taylor is my brother.'
Duh duh DUH!!!! Lol I'm a glad someone guessed this right. Sorry that that's all for now but I'm almost finished with all my coursework, just a few more weeks and then there will be more regular updates. Promise *Crosses her heart* Love ya'all. XXxxXX
Authors note: Hi everyone, thanx for all the positive feedback on the last chapter. This one reveals the secret and you won't be left wondering anymore. BTW I used the name 'Taylor' because my favourite cousin had a baby on the first of December, a little boy name Taylor and he is SOOOoooooooooooo sweet I could just eat him (but I won't lol) so this whole story is dedicated to him.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, only Taylor. (I mean the character in the story Taylor, not my baby cousin ;-) )
'Is there any sign of him yet?' Ross asked to his cell phone. He was in the library looking over his students reports from the last terms assignments. He had found a perfect place in the library where he could see out of the window and down at the street below.
'Well no!' Phoebe said in to her cell phone. 'Otherwise I would have told you.' She rolled her eyes and looked at the entrance to Chandler's building again before taking another sip of her coffee. It was her third one this morning and if he didn't come soon then she would be buzzing from the caffeine for the rest of the afternoon. She was sitting in the small café across from Chandler's work. It wasn't bad, quite nice actually. Small but cosy, not too brightly lit and each of the table were separated in to individual booths, each one surrounded on the sides by trellises that had fake branches twisting in and out, secluding the booth next to it from view. The rest of the café was pretty standard though. Phoebe looked out the window she was sitting by. People came and went out of the building but no-one ho looked like Chandler.
'Ok then. Remember to-'
'Give you a call when he comes; I KNOW' She cut him off. He had rung her three times already and each time reminded her of that, as if she was likely to forget so soon. It was coming up to 11:30. Maybe Chandler was taking an early lunch? That would mean he would be out soon.
'Ok then, see ya.' Ross said and hung up.
Phoebe resumed her staring out of the window for another fifteen minutes with nothing happening when she was the familiar face coming out of the building. She pressed the speed dial on her cell phone and called Ross. 'He's left the building; I think he's going to call a cab. Shall I call Joey?' She asked. Ross told her to do so and she hung up.
'-handler how do you work this thing? I HAVE pressed the button . so I speak now? . Hello! You've reached Joey Tribbiani, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you, and if you're hot then leave your number and I'll defiantly call you back. what do I do now then? What button? You come press it. Wait I think I got it, is it that -' at the machine recorded beep Phoebe realised that Joey didn't have his phone with him. Chandler was now out of site and Phoebe groaned. All this for nothing. The bell above the door tinkled as another customer came in. Phoebe got up and turned around to walk out when she noticed that it was Chandler. She ducked under her table as he walked past and sat down in a booth right next to hers.
She heard him clearly through the trellace separating the two booths as he ordered two drinks. Phoebe guessed that he was meeting someone there, and soon enough a tall, medium build man walked in to the café and over to Chandler.
'Hey man' Chandler said and the two men embraced each other like brothers.
'Have you ordered yet?' The man asked. Phoebe heard Chandler say that he had and the two men sat down. She tried to look through the trellis at them but the branches were too thick and she couldn't see anything so she listened to the conversation.
It was half an hour later and Phoebe was once again bored. It was obvious that the man was just an old school friend or something as they kept remembering things like: 'Hey, remember when we were in forth grade and Susie Moss had tipped paint in that girls chair, you know the one you had a crush on, and so you walked past her and 'tripped' over with the paint.' Chandler said. His friend laughed. Phoebe thought it was weird that in the half an hour she hadn't heard the mans' name.
'So, tell me about the wedding.' He said, Chandler smiled and shook his head.
'Monica's been making all the decisions. And I don't mind, I just want her special day to be the way she dreamed it.'
'What about what you want?'
'Me? I just want to be able to get through this marriage better then our father.' Chandler said. Phoebe froze. OUR father? Chandler and this man were brothers! Or maybe she had heard wrong, maybe he had said 'our fathers' and that the mans' dad was the same kind of person as Chandlers'.
'Aw so you're not planning to go table dancing in your own Vegas drag show then?' The man laughed. Chandler laughed along but obviously not as light- hearted.
'So that's what dad's doing then.' He mused.
'Well it's what I guess.' Phoebe had noticed it again. Dad, not plural. Were these two men brothers? She jumped, spilling the fresh coffee that had just been delivered when her cell phone rang.
'Hello?' She whispered, not wanting to give her voice away to Chandler.
'Phoebe, any sign of him?' Ross said. Phoebe scowled; didn't this man have any trust in her?
'Yeah he's right here but I can't talk now.' She said and hung up.
'And how are the books coming along?' The man asked.
'Good, really good. One was on the best sellers list! And it sure beats data processing.' They both laughed at this.
'Some pretty sexy scenes in those books though, not going to take after our mother are you? Don't wanna do THAT to your kids.' The man stated. Once more Phoebe noticed it. Our mother. They must be brothers. But why hadn't Chandler ever mentioned him?
'Hey, those were only to show that she was having an affair with her boss! Not really the point of the book like Mums'.' Chandler defended. This also had Phoebe wondering. Chandler was writing books now?
Phoebe sighed agitatedly. She needed answers to these many questions, and she needed them now. She stood up, planning to pass casually by their table and notice them, saying she was on her way to the bathroom and then sit down and chat. As she started to walk she bumped in to someone and they both fell to the ground.
'Hey, sorry. Should have been looking.' She looked up and saw that she had walked straight in to the man Chandler was talking to. She apologized as well and stood up. Chandler had come from the booth to see what had happened.
'Hey Phoebe, what are doing here?' He asked. Phoebe smiled and told her story.
'Um, Phoebes, bathrooms are THAT way.' He said, pointing the opposite way.
'Uh. so what are those doors then?' She asked, trying to play innocent and cover her mistake.
'That's the kitchen.' Chandler's friend told her. She smiled, trying to hide the humiliation that was creeping up and continued her cover.
'Thanks for telling me, that would have been SO embarrassing.'
'Um, that's ok. So what are you doing here?'
'Having lunch, what are you doing here?' Phoebe retaliated the question.
'Having lunch.' Chandler said meekly, as if he knew he was about to be busted. Chandler's friend stood there quietly, listening in on the conversation. Chandler noticed that they didn't know each other and quickly said. 'Phoebe this is Taylor, Taylor this is Phoebe.'
'Hi there' Taylor said and shook Phoebes hand. There was silence again as no-one knew what to say.
'Um do you want to sit down and chat?' Chandler asked, his question directed to Phoebe. Phoebe nodded and sat down.
'Hey, I would join you but I still need to go to the bathroom.' Taylor said and headed off to the bathrooms.
'I thought you said you had to go out of town today?' Chandler said.
'Missed my train. I thought you were in meetings all day.' Phoebe shot back. Chandler started to look uneasy, as if he were hiding something, and Phoebe was sure he was. A moment later Taylor returned and sat down next to Chandler. Phoebe looked between the two; the similarities in them were incredible. They both had those bright blue eyes, cheeky smile and laugh lines around the eyes. Their hair was the same colour and they were roughly the same height. Any more similar and they could have been twins.
'So how do you two know each other?' Phoebe asked. The two men looked at each other before Chandler spoke, and when he did it was almost as if it were a rehearsed speech.
'We were friends in high school, Taylor's here for a few days so we're catching up on things.' He said. Phoebe nodded sceptically.
'I heard you two speaking a moment ago; you were saying things like, 'our father'. What was that about?' She knew it was the right question, Chandler looked trapped, there was no revised answer for that.
'Um. well, I meant, we-we didn't say father, I said father's'' Our dads are really similar.' Chandler stuttered nervously. It was an obvious lie.
'Yeah right Chandler Bing.' Phoebe said. 'If you don't tell me then I'll tell Monica and SHE will make you tell her.' She smiled triumphantly when the look in Chandler's eyes told her she was right.
'Hey.' Taylor whispered to Chandler. 'Maybe you should just tell her. It would be better then lying again. And you said you didn't want to stress Monica out before the wedding.' Chandler nodded and faced Phoebe.
'Ok you have to promise not to speak until I've finished ok?' Phoebe agreed and Chandler took a deep breath before speaking.
'Taylor is my brother.'
Duh duh DUH!!!! Lol I'm a glad someone guessed this right. Sorry that that's all for now but I'm almost finished with all my coursework, just a few more weeks and then there will be more regular updates. Promise *Crosses her heart* Love ya'all. XXxxXX