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this chapter doesn't really answer a ton of questions...but please keep
reading, they will be answered, this is all just necessary for the plot. so
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"Alana?" Chandler yelled as he stepped through the door of his home, "Honey, where are you?" When his daughter didn't answer, Chandler tromped upstairs and opened Alana's bedroom door, where he found her typing away on her computer, headphones on. Chuckling, he removed the headphones, and she turned around.
"Oh, hey Dad," she said, minimizing her e-mail.
"Hey, sweetie, how was your day?" he asked.
"Okay.a day with Granddad's never a big party or anything."
Chandler nodded laughing, "Who're you writing?" he asked, indicating her e-mail.
"Oh.no one," Alana said quickly. She'd been communicating with Monica for a few weeks now, but she still hadn't told her dad. She wasn't sure why, but Monica had asked her not to tell him. The pair didn't speak anymore, but Alana had yet to find out the reason. Suddenly, however, an idea overcame her. "Hey, Dad?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Did you ever know somebody named Monica Geller?"
The expression on Chandler's face changed almost instantly. Alana couldn't exactly read it.a mixed expression of sadness and anger, but there was something else there, too. Alana prided herself on being about read people like a book, but whatever expression was on her father's face, she couldn't quite decipher.
"Who told you about Monica?" Chandler asked quickly.
"Um.when I was at Granddad's.there was a picture, of you and Mom. And I asked Granddad who the other person was and he said 'Monica Geller' But he didn't tell me who she was." This wasn't entirely a lie. Granddad had shown Alana the picture, but it'd been when he'd given her Monica's e-mail.
"Well." Chandler said slowly, as if choosing his words extremely carefully, "Yeah, I did know Monica. She was.umm.she was my best friend. Your mom's, too."
"How come I've never met her then?"
"We.um.we don't talk anymore," Chandler said, and a pained expression took over his face.
"Why not?"
It took Chandler a second to answer, "Alana," he said slowly, "It's.adult stuff. And stuff that's not any of your business. Just drop it, okay? Now, what do you want me to make for dinner?"
Alana dropped it, and answered her father's question, but her curiosity didn't go away. Somehow, deep down, she knew the issue keeping Monica and her father apart was something more than they would tell her. Monica wouldn't say anything either, just that they'd drifted apart. But Alana knew that wasn't it. But she was determined to find out what the issue was.
PLEASE REVIEW! (even if you are incredibly confused!)
"Alana?" Chandler yelled as he stepped through the door of his home, "Honey, where are you?" When his daughter didn't answer, Chandler tromped upstairs and opened Alana's bedroom door, where he found her typing away on her computer, headphones on. Chuckling, he removed the headphones, and she turned around.
"Oh, hey Dad," she said, minimizing her e-mail.
"Hey, sweetie, how was your day?" he asked.
"Okay.a day with Granddad's never a big party or anything."
Chandler nodded laughing, "Who're you writing?" he asked, indicating her e-mail.
"Oh.no one," Alana said quickly. She'd been communicating with Monica for a few weeks now, but she still hadn't told her dad. She wasn't sure why, but Monica had asked her not to tell him. The pair didn't speak anymore, but Alana had yet to find out the reason. Suddenly, however, an idea overcame her. "Hey, Dad?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Did you ever know somebody named Monica Geller?"
The expression on Chandler's face changed almost instantly. Alana couldn't exactly read it.a mixed expression of sadness and anger, but there was something else there, too. Alana prided herself on being about read people like a book, but whatever expression was on her father's face, she couldn't quite decipher.
"Who told you about Monica?" Chandler asked quickly.
"Um.when I was at Granddad's.there was a picture, of you and Mom. And I asked Granddad who the other person was and he said 'Monica Geller' But he didn't tell me who she was." This wasn't entirely a lie. Granddad had shown Alana the picture, but it'd been when he'd given her Monica's e-mail.
"Well." Chandler said slowly, as if choosing his words extremely carefully, "Yeah, I did know Monica. She was.umm.she was my best friend. Your mom's, too."
"How come I've never met her then?"
"We.um.we don't talk anymore," Chandler said, and a pained expression took over his face.
"Why not?"
It took Chandler a second to answer, "Alana," he said slowly, "It's.adult stuff. And stuff that's not any of your business. Just drop it, okay? Now, what do you want me to make for dinner?"
Alana dropped it, and answered her father's question, but her curiosity didn't go away. Somehow, deep down, she knew the issue keeping Monica and her father apart was something more than they would tell her. Monica wouldn't say anything either, just that they'd drifted apart. But Alana knew that wasn't it. But she was determined to find out what the issue was.
PLEASE REVIEW! (even if you are incredibly confused!)
