Yes, I am back. Yes, its been awhile, but better late then never, I guess. But anyways, here's part 4!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I'm just borrowing them. I'll return them, I promise.
How Can I Be Sure - four - Raindrops
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause...
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
Monica turned around to see a rather tall, blonde lady looking right at her.
"Um, yes?" Monica asked, not knowing who was standing before her.
"Oh, I knew it was you! Wow, you lost a lot of weight!" The woman replied, walking around Monica.
"Do I know you?" Monica asked. She looked at Chandler, who just shrugged.
"Yes, you do. We went to school together. Sure, I was about a foot shorter and a few bra sizes smaller, but that was just due to a rather late growth spurt. I'm still the same Gertrude Meekson. Actually, its Meekson-Garcia."
Monica gasped. "Trekkie Truddie?" Monica whispered.
"Oh, wow, I haven't heard that nick name since I was that awkward girl in high school. But you know, its all fine now." Gertrude replied.
"So, you're married?" Monica asked. Gertrude held up her hand, which a rather large diamond. "Well, you either have a very wealthy husband or you're just good thief."
"Oh, Monica, you're so funny! Of course I'm married! He's name is Gerry Garica. He's a music producer."
"Didn't he die a couple years ago?" Chandler asked. Gertrude just looked at him with a blank stare.
"That was Jerry with a J. My husband is Gerry with a G. And you would be?" She asked, with a hint of annoyance.
"I'm Chandler."
"And?"
"He's just my friend, don't mind him." Monica said, pushing Chandler away.
"So Monica, anything interesting going on with you?" Gertrude smiled.
"Um... no..." Monica said.
"You're not married?"
"I just got out of a long relationship."
"And so now you're just with Chuck here? Aw. Anyways, I have to go. It was nice seeing you Monica. Ta!" Gertrude walked away. Chandler walked in front of Monica and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Are you okay?" Chandler asked.
"I can't believe she's married!" Monica asked. She brushed Chandler's hands off of her and started to walk. Chandler wasn't sure where she was going but he had to follow.
"I mean, she was the gawkiest person in our class. Everyone made fun of her, and I know had no right to, but since I was Rachel's best friend and all... wait till I tell Rachel. She's gonna die from shock." Monica said. Chandler wasn't sure if it was to him or herself.
"Well, Mon..." Chandler tried to talk but Monica kept on.
"You know, I should of lied. I should said I was happily married. Although I didn't have a small island on my finger... well, I could of said that I didn't carry around since I wasn't a big show off type of person. Could of said it was tacky and all." Monica said. Chandler just followed Monica. He's known her long enough to realize that Monica's mouth has a mind of its own. Chandler noticed that Monica stopped.
"Where are we?" She asked.
"I have no clue since I was following you." Chandler replied. Monica shook her head and found a bus stop bench to sit down on. Chandler followed suit and sat down next to her.
"You know what? I should of just accepted the fact that Richard didn't want children. I could of lived with it you know. I bet childbirth is so overrated."
"No, Mon. You would have been the most unhappiest person in the world."
"Yeah, but I mean, look at me. I have hopeless job and no relationship. I'm a lost case." Monica put her face in her hands.
"Well, I think you got some people who really love you. And that sounds not so lost to me."
"Who loves me?"
"I, for one, do. Monica, you need to realize that you can be the poorest person ever and live with 10 cats and we would still love you. Well, I know I would. You're just that kind of person. You're nice, smart, funny, pretty... you got the whole package." Chandler said, smiling at Monica. Monica smiled back and just looked at him.
"Thanks." she said quietly. They just looked at each other, their faces inching closer. But before anything could happen, raindrops startd falling down on them. They quickly got up and looked for shelter. Chandler took Monica's hand and led her down a small alley and there he located a half finished shop that was open. He pushed the door open and dust flew around them as they walked in. Monica walked in after, and tripped on a wood piece on the floor, and before she fell to the floor, Chandler caught her.
Monica and Chandler just stood there, holding on to each other. Then they looked at each other and laughed.
"Where did you lead us, Monica? It looks like no one has been here in years. Its hard to believe actually."
"Well, maybe its good we're not seen by anyone. We're gross looking now... that rain did come from no where, didn't it?" Monica laughed. They both kept on laughing as the rain poured down. The laughing started to die down, and they both started to look at each other, much like before. Monica saw the look in Chandler's eyes, and spoke up.
"I don't think we should do this." She said. But before Chandler could reply, Monica placed her lips on his, giving him a searing kiss. Monica pulled away quickly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean--" Before Monica could say anything else, Chandler repaid her the surprise and deepened the kiss as the rain pounded harder outside.
*Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head by B.J. Thomas, words by Hal David, music by Burt Bacharach
PS. Forgive me for whatever grammatical errors I made, I always miss something when I check them.
