Authors Note - Chapter 3, hope you like!
As they walked along the beach that night Monica found herself thinking of all the times she could have met him. If she had met him Craig would never have come into it. They would still be friends and they'd still be in New York. She felt Chandler gently tug her arm until she was facing him.
"What you thinking about?" he asked smiling
"Fate" Monica echoed, gazing into his eyes and feeling herself falling. Falling further than she ever had before. Even with Craig she had never felt this connection.
Chandler looked at her, feeling the same way she did. Unable to comprehend the emotions he was feeling. He stared into Monica's eyes, taking in their shape, the light blue almost transparent colour. Eventually feeling he might be lost forever if he didn't say something he spoke.
"What do you do again?"
"I'm a wardrobe chief. I arrange clothes for films and TV shows"
"Cool. Maybe we'll see more of each other then. I'm an actor. That's why I'm in LA"
"Great" Monica replied, "But let's not talk about work"
"What do you wanna talk about then?"
"I'd rather we didn't talk at all"
Chandler looked down at her, understanding. He softly put his hand under her chin and raised her mouth to his. As their lips touched he felt the electricity of the moment surge through his body. He was sure she felt the same. He raised his arms up and ran them through her hair feeling her moan gently. The two became lost in their kiss as their worlds collided and the two became one.
Monica woke up a few hours later and few the first few minutes didn't know where she was. She was briefly aware of the feeling of sand, the only thing she was certain of was that she felt safe, protected, loved. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. She groggily rolled over to see what was giving her that feeling. Just as she turned she heard someone wake up and her heart hit her stomach. Chandler. She'd slept with Chandler. A guy she'd only met a few hours ago. She had never in all her life done something so stupid. She doubted if they had even used protection. God what had she done?!
Silently she untangled herself from Chandler's warm embrace and without waking him dressed and ran. Ran quicker than she had ever ran in her life. Ran to the only place that was safe. Home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rachel sat up in the kitchen, a half drunk mug of coffee next to her hand. She'd been sitting in the same spot for the past 2 hours waiting, just waiting. She didn't know what for. Waiting for Monica to come through the front door apologising insanely, or waiting for the police to call and tell her something had happened. Something unbearable. She hadn't seen Monica since last night. She had said goodnight and they had promised they would catch a movie the next day. When she woke up this morning there had been a hastily scribbled not pinned to the fridge,
Rach
Didn't want to wake you. Gone out, don't know where. Be back soon. Pick out a movie!
Mon
Rachel couldn't help thinking that maybe that was the lest thing Monica would ever say to her. Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore the front door opened. Rachel ran out of the kitchen, into the hall and towards the door, praying it was Monica. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was.
"Mon!" she yelled hugging her friend, too scared to let go. When she was satisfied that Monica wasn't going to run off she let her anger surface, "Where the hell were you?! I've been really worried!"
"I was at the beach" Monica said looking sheepish, "I would have called but I fell asleep and then this guy hit me with a ball. I'm alright" she said apprehending Rachel's next question "But he brought me lunch and he was from New York, we just lost track of time. I'm sorry"
Rachel smiled at her friend. She wasn't her mother, Monica was free to do what she liked and Rachel risked losing her if she acted too overprotective. And she couldn't lose Monica; she could not let that happen.
"It's OK," she said hugging her, "Just call me next time, OK?"
Monica nodded and said quietly "There won't be a next time"
The two girls said goodnight and Monica watched as Rachel climbed the stairs to her room. God, she had really let Rach down. Not only that she had let her self down. As she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table she said quietly to herself
"What have I done?"
A/N - Hope you like, please review, be nice, etc etc. . . . . . .
~*Nina*~
As they walked along the beach that night Monica found herself thinking of all the times she could have met him. If she had met him Craig would never have come into it. They would still be friends and they'd still be in New York. She felt Chandler gently tug her arm until she was facing him.
"What you thinking about?" he asked smiling
"Fate" Monica echoed, gazing into his eyes and feeling herself falling. Falling further than she ever had before. Even with Craig she had never felt this connection.
Chandler looked at her, feeling the same way she did. Unable to comprehend the emotions he was feeling. He stared into Monica's eyes, taking in their shape, the light blue almost transparent colour. Eventually feeling he might be lost forever if he didn't say something he spoke.
"What do you do again?"
"I'm a wardrobe chief. I arrange clothes for films and TV shows"
"Cool. Maybe we'll see more of each other then. I'm an actor. That's why I'm in LA"
"Great" Monica replied, "But let's not talk about work"
"What do you wanna talk about then?"
"I'd rather we didn't talk at all"
Chandler looked down at her, understanding. He softly put his hand under her chin and raised her mouth to his. As their lips touched he felt the electricity of the moment surge through his body. He was sure she felt the same. He raised his arms up and ran them through her hair feeling her moan gently. The two became lost in their kiss as their worlds collided and the two became one.
Monica woke up a few hours later and few the first few minutes didn't know where she was. She was briefly aware of the feeling of sand, the only thing she was certain of was that she felt safe, protected, loved. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. She groggily rolled over to see what was giving her that feeling. Just as she turned she heard someone wake up and her heart hit her stomach. Chandler. She'd slept with Chandler. A guy she'd only met a few hours ago. She had never in all her life done something so stupid. She doubted if they had even used protection. God what had she done?!
Silently she untangled herself from Chandler's warm embrace and without waking him dressed and ran. Ran quicker than she had ever ran in her life. Ran to the only place that was safe. Home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rachel sat up in the kitchen, a half drunk mug of coffee next to her hand. She'd been sitting in the same spot for the past 2 hours waiting, just waiting. She didn't know what for. Waiting for Monica to come through the front door apologising insanely, or waiting for the police to call and tell her something had happened. Something unbearable. She hadn't seen Monica since last night. She had said goodnight and they had promised they would catch a movie the next day. When she woke up this morning there had been a hastily scribbled not pinned to the fridge,
Rach
Didn't want to wake you. Gone out, don't know where. Be back soon. Pick out a movie!
Mon
Rachel couldn't help thinking that maybe that was the lest thing Monica would ever say to her. Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore the front door opened. Rachel ran out of the kitchen, into the hall and towards the door, praying it was Monica. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was.
"Mon!" she yelled hugging her friend, too scared to let go. When she was satisfied that Monica wasn't going to run off she let her anger surface, "Where the hell were you?! I've been really worried!"
"I was at the beach" Monica said looking sheepish, "I would have called but I fell asleep and then this guy hit me with a ball. I'm alright" she said apprehending Rachel's next question "But he brought me lunch and he was from New York, we just lost track of time. I'm sorry"
Rachel smiled at her friend. She wasn't her mother, Monica was free to do what she liked and Rachel risked losing her if she acted too overprotective. And she couldn't lose Monica; she could not let that happen.
"It's OK," she said hugging her, "Just call me next time, OK?"
Monica nodded and said quietly "There won't be a next time"
The two girls said goodnight and Monica watched as Rachel climbed the stairs to her room. God, she had really let Rach down. Not only that she had let her self down. As she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table she said quietly to herself
"What have I done?"
A/N - Hope you like, please review, be nice, etc etc. . . . . . .
~*Nina*~
