Never Assume
~Chapter 7~
*laughs hysterically* I can't believe I forgot to post this…sorry! I wrote this chapter…awhile ago and I guess I just…forgot I had, lol. So here you go to Allie and anyone else who has e-mailed me, begging me to continue. I think I might finally know where I'm going with this now, so I hope I can finally get it done. I can't stand having an unfinished fic, lol. So anyway, read, review, and I swear I'll try to update in less than four months next time, lol ;)
As soon as Chandler was through the door, they were kissing. They only saw each other every other weekend for the most part, and could hardly speak to each other in the times in-between. And those 14 days apart were way too many, which was clearly illustrated by the rate in which their clothes came off.
"I think Rachel knows I'm seeing someone here," Chandler laughed, playing with Monica's hand, lying with her under a blanket on the couch. They hadn't even made it to the bedroom.
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm…"
"How do you know?"
"Well, my first clue was when she asked 'Chandler, are you seeing someone in Chicago?' and, you know me trying to lie," he laughed again. "I didn't say yes, but I didn't deny it…"
"Andy, were we supposed to have lunch today, or," the woman who had walked in stopped dead in her tracks, immediately turning bright red. "Oh my god, I am so, so, so sorry," she started to back out the door. "I'll just, um, call you later for the details-about lunch, I mean, or you call me, whatever," she rambled, closing the door behind her, and both Monica and Chandler burst out laughing.
"Who's that?" Chandler moved to get up, reaching for his clothes.
"That's Jackie…I guess you could say my best friend. She's the first person I really became friends with after I got here," she also started to dress. "I should probably call her in a few minutes," she laughed. "I could invite her over for lunch," Monica suggested.
"Is that a good idea?"
"You don't want to share me?" Monica laughed.
"No, I mean," Chandler laughed. "I just, I don't know who 'Andrea' is. What if she asks us questions? Like why I'm here?"
"Well, I think from what she saw the why you were here was pretty self-explanatory…"
"You know what I meant," Chandler laughed again. "I meant like how'd we meet, why haven't you told her about me…stuff like that."
"You were in town on a business trip and we ran into each other, literally, on the street," Monica pulled her shirt on before getting up. The story wasn't really a lie.
"We met on a street corner and you immediately asked me up to your apartment," he grinned, liking his version of not-quite-lying better than hers.
"Could you make it sound a little dirtier?"
"Actually-"
"I shouldn't have asked," Monica laughed, shaking her head.
"I still don't know who 'you' are, though," he looked at her, suddenly serious.
"Well…I moved to Chicago because I'd just gotten out of a serious relationship and needed to start over," she smiled at him. "That, and my parents were killed not too long before that in a car accident," she started to recite the story she'd long ago had to memorize as her own. "I dropped out of college my second year, and I'm a secretary in a psychiatric office-you have some interesting conversations in the waiting room there, let me tell you," she laughed. "I, um, haven't really dated since I've moved here. Jackie, for one, has been trying to help me 'move on' with my life," she put air quotes around move on. "I can't help but think that 'my life' should be the part in quotes, though," she smiled sadly at him. "But, um, what else," she quickly started again. "No siblings, no close relatives, I moved here from Minneapolis…anything else?"
"Does everyone call you Andy?"
"No, only her and a few other people," she kissed the tip of his nose, "you included." She picked up the phone, but hesitated before dialing. "Maybe we shouldn't do this…"
"Your call, babe," he kissed her, and she paused for another second, finally dialing Jackie's number.
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"You are too seeing someone in Chicago, don't you dare deny it. You're way too happy lately," Rachel stopped him as soon as he came through the door, and Chandler couldn't help but smile. "Well come on, spill. What's her name?"
"Andrea," he smiled. "Andy," he added, and Rachel waited impatiently for him to continue.
"What? That's it? That's not spilling! That's…neatly unloading! C'mon, Chandler!"
Chandler sighed, sitting down on the couch. "Um, she moved to Chicago a few years ago because she just split from her boyfriend and her parents had been killed in an accident right before that. And she, um, hasn't really dated since then…" Chandler looked up at Rachel, who smiled approvingly. She'd become very protective of him in the past few years. "She's a secretary in a psychiatric office, and she's…great…" he trailed off, suddenly realizing that it couldn't last. That they couldn't last. Not until whoever was after Monica was caught, at least.
"But," Rachel looked at him after his expression fell.
"Huh? Oh, um, nothing…"
"But she's not Monica?" Rachel said softly, and Chandler almost laughed at the irony of that statement.
"Yeah," he repeated. "She's not Monica."
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"This better be good, Charlie," Tommy looked at him. "This had better not be just another one of your little-"
"It's not, it's for real," he interrupted him. "The boyfriend, Chandler Bing. He's been rackin' up some frequent flier miles going to Chicago," he paused, interrupting Tommy before he could say anything. "And I checked into it. Only the first time was on his business credit card." Tommy nodded, so he continued. "And he's been getting calls at his office from a pay phone in downtown Chicago," he grinned. "But none at home."
Tommy nodded again. "We'll check it out. But if you're wrong about this one again, it's your ass," he warned. "Now get out of my office," he pointed to the door.
Charlie grinned as he shut the door behind him. He wasn't wrong. He had a feeling…a feeling that this time, it was really her.
To
Be
Continued…
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