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I'm sorry if I didn't say this before but Chandler doesn't know anyone but Kevin. Enjoy!
8 months later….
" Samantha Wilyck's office, this is Lisa speaking, how may I help you?" Monica said into the phone for the tenth time that day.
" Hey Monica, its me, Phoebe."
" Pheebs! Your not supposed to call me that! Just because Samantha did by accident in front of you, doesn't mean that your allowed to call me that."
" Why not? It is your name isn't it?"
" Look, it's complicated and that is not my name. It's Lisa, Lisa Wilyck. Alright?"
" Fine. Be that way."
" So why are you calling me at work? You never call me at work."
" I just wanted to let you know that I got that job at Java Joe's"
" That's great! So their gonna pay you to play?"
" Yup! Jeez I feel all floopy."
" Well, I'm happy for you. I gotta go and start to actually do some work."
" Alright. I'll stop by later. Bye!"
" Okay bye." The day after Monica moved in with Samantha, Phoebe, who lived next door with her grandmother, came over and introduced herself. Monica thought Phoebe was a bit of an odd character but Adam loved her. She was always telling him about her "bizarre" stories and her past lives. Monica wasn't to trusting of people but she figured Phoebe was harmless. Having a friend like Phoebe and using the name Lisa were just some of the things that were different than her life in New York. There she had great friends, her lovely black hair and no fear in her life. Here she has one friend, brown hair and the fear of being found. Just then Samantha walked in.
" Hey, got any messages?"
" Jasmine Lovett called again."
" Great!" Samantha said sarcastically, "Look, why don't you go to the deli and get some lunch?"
" Okay, you want anything?"
" Just the usual, coffee and a bagel."
" Alright." Monica gathered her things and began to walk briskly down the street. She still wasn't comfortable walking down the street alone; you never know who's watching. She opened the door to the little deli and joined the end of the always-long line. The door opened again and Monica felt the presence of someone behind her.
" Long line huh?" said the stranger. Monica turned around and gave a slight smile.
" You don't come here often, do you?"
" Hi. I'm Chandler."
" Hi. Lisa."
" So, is it that obvious that I'm not from here?" Monica hesitated to answer. She wasn't interested in starting a whole conversation with him, but didn't want to seem rude. Besides what's the harm in talking. He was kinda cute with that sandy brown hair and blue eyes. And of course that charming smile. Stop it Monica! Do not let your guard down for anyone. Well…maybe this once. It's not like your gonna see him again.
" Well, it's just that if you came around here everyday, you'd know that this deli is always packed. So, where are you from?"
" Umm…Quebec" Quebec? You couldn't have thought of anywhere else? Great Job Chandler.
" Oh do you know any French?"
" As a matter of fact I do, Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce sois?" (Sorry if that's wrong)
" So you want me to go to bed with you?" Monica smirked.
" Is that what that means?" Chandler laughed and Monica nodded. " Well then I should confess that I really don't speak French."
" No!" Monica said in a mock gasp. Just then they were interrupted.
"Hey miss are you gonna order?" Monica turned and saw the man behind the counter with an impatient look on his face.
" Umm yes can I get two coffees, a raisin bagel and a regular number two." The guy began to make the sandwich and Monica faced Chandler again.
" So where do you work?"
" Down the street at the talent agency."
" I see."
" Where do you work?
" Well… I'm kinda in between jobs right now."
" Okay."
" Order up." Said the cashier.
Monica paid for the food and turned to Chandler, " I guess I'll see you later."
" Definitely. Bye Lisa."
" Bye." Monica left and walked swiftly down the block and into the building, to the fifth floor.
" What's wrong with you?" Samantha said when she saw Monica.
" What? Nothing's wrong with me. What's with you?" Monica said nervously. Samantha looked her up and down, as if trying to find something. She began to walk to the elevator.
" It's a guy isn't it?" she yelled from the elevator.
" What?" Monica called back.
" I've seen that look enough times on enough women to know that it's always caused by men." And the door of the elevators closed.
Chandler walked out of the deli and to his car across the street. He sat there and contemplated what happened. Why did you go and talk to her? What were you thinking? I just couldn't stand just looking at her anymore. God why did he put me on this case? I was just fine back in New York, living my humdrum life. Now I have to work with him to destroy this beautiful, innocent woman's life. He's always doing crap like this! Then Chandler dialed the familiar phone number.
" Hello."
" Kevin,"
" Chandler,"
" Why are you answering your own phone?"
" I had to fire that lazy secretary. She just sat on her ass all day and watched her soap operas."
" What's the real reason?"
" That is the real reason."
" She wouldn't sleep with you, huh?"
" No matter how much of a raise I was willing to give her." Chandler rolled his eyes. Kevin really was a jerk.
" Why am I still here?"
" What?"
" I was only supposed to be watching your wife until you figured out what you wanted to do. I'm getting kinda impatient. Excuse me if I don't exactly enjoy stalking this woman and her family."
" It's my family too and-" Chandler cut him off.
" By blood but not by heart. If they really wanted to be with you they would have came back and if you really wanted them, you would have gotten them by now."
" Hey your there to do a job; a simple job at that. Would you rather be here, doing all this damn paper work?" Chandler just sat there silent. " I didn't think so. What's with the lecture anyway? Do you not like the pay, I'll double your salary if that's the prob-"
" Not everything is about money."
" It always is. Could you do me one more fav-" Chandler cut him off again by hanging up the phone.
******
After a week more of "stalking" Monica, Chandler couldn't get their conversation at the deli out of his mind. She was so nice and funny, he felt like he had to get to know her better. He walked into the building and up to the receptionist table.
" Excuse me I'm looking for Lisa."
" I'm sorry but I can not help you." The woman said and turned back to the TV she was watching.
" What? Oh come on, I see her come in her like everyday. She has long brown hair, blue eyes and-" Just then Chandler saw her coming out of the elevator, talking to an older woman. " Lisa!" He walked over and she looked at him shocked.
" Chandler? What are you doing here?"
" I just … umm… wanted to ask you something."
" Yes?"
" Will you go out to dinner with me?"
" Oh I don't think-" At this point Samantha cut in.
" Hi, Samantha Wilyck," She shook Chandler's hand. " She would love to. How does tonight sound?"
" Umm…okay I guess."
" But I-" Monica started to protest.
" Great. So here's her number and her address. Come around, say 8:00?"
" Okay."
" Okay see ya then!" Samantha dragged Monica out of the door.
" What the hell was that?"
" He's the guy who gave you that look last week huh?"
" What? What look are you talking about? And why did you set me up on the date with him?"
" I was trying to help you out."
" Have you forgotten why I'm even here? Not to pick up guys but to actually get away from one."
" It's just a date. Since you've gotten here, you haven't gone anywhere. Just have fun for one night, it will take your mind off everything for at least a little while."
" Well, who's gonna watch the kids?"
" I will."
" Oh no, you can't watch them."
" Why not? I'm a great babysitter."
" No you're not! Your bad with kids!"
" Oh you're so paranoid. I'll be fine and I'll even call Phoebe over to help."
" I can picture how the night is gonna go, while Phoebe teaches Adam spells to cast on the teachers he doesn't like, you'll be in your room teaching Ashley how to put on makeup."
" Hey, It's never too young to learn that. I knew before I was even potty trained."
" I believe it." Monica quipped.
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