okay, and here we are at part three! im sorry if this story kinda seems
like introduction after introduction......i swear it is going somewhere and
it does use the song! this is the last "intro" part, and by the next part,
the real story begins. so thanks for stickin w/ this and just bear w/ it a
lil longer! anyway, im still really hesitant about this, so please review
it and gimme some constructive criticisim! thanks, id be really grateful!
disclaimer: i don't own the song (which still isn't used in this chapter, lol!), or the characters, or the flashbacks from the show.
"And who would this lovely lady be?" Chandler's boss, Ryan, asked.
Chandler grinned, "This is my wife, Monica. And this," he said, placing his hand proudly on Monica's abdomen, "is Baby Bing."
Ryan laughed, "Nice to meet you, Monica. I've heard so much about you."
"Nice to meet you, too, Ryan," Monica said, "And I hope you've heard good things."
"Only the best," Ryan said, and he and Monica began conversing, as Chandler was jolted back to memory of another company party, a very long time ago......
Flashback:
Chandler raced into Central Perk, just as he saw his girlfriend, Monica, getting her coffee. "Hey! Everybody at work loved you last night!"
"Really?" she asked.
"And! They like me more just because I was with ya! I think you repaired a lot of the damage from when they met Joey. And Doug wants us to play tennis with them. He's never even talked to me outside of work. Except for that time when we bumped into each other at that strip club," he stopped as Monica glared at him, "Strip church. Anyway, I'm gonna go try and find a racquet."
"Hey, I thought you already had one," she said.
"Oh, I used to, but then Joey thought it would be fun to go to Central Park and hit rocks at.....bigger rocks."
Return to Present
Chandler had to stop himself from laughing out loud at the memory of Joey holding his battered tennis racquet. But at the same time, the memory struck a chord in his heart. Joey. He hadn't talked to Joey in two months, though he'd certainly made the effort to contact him. But Joey had never called back, never answered Chandler.
"Honey?" Monica's voice tore Chandler away from his thoughts, "You ready to get going?"
"What? Oh, uh, yeah," Chandler said softly, his mind still elsewhere. "Yeah, let's get going."
Later that night in the car, Monica brought up the topic of their friends. They'd been in Connecticut for awhile now, and they were quite happy. They had a few new friends, people they'd met in Lamaze class and baby shopping. People like them. Married couples with a baby on the way, a few who already had babies. But as much as Chandler enjoyed his new friends, the memories of lazy afternoons in Central Perk and bachelor pizza nights with Joey still hung at the back of his mind. "So, um," Monica said, "I heard from Phoebe and Mike today."
"Really?" Chandler said, only semi-interested.
"Yeah," Monica said, and grinned, "Phoebe's pregnant."
Chandler's interest sparked, "That's fantastic!" he said.
"Yeah, yeah it is," Monica said, but then her tone turned sad, "But they're moving, too. Mike got a transfer to New Jersey. And I guess Joey's not too thrilled."
Chandler was silent for a second, "Well, I guess he wouldn't be," he said softly.
"You know, honey," Monica said hesitantly, "We really should.....call Joey or something."
Chandler turned to his wife and sighed, "Don't you think I've tried? I've tried practically every day for the past two months, Mon, and it hasn't worked. He's just so damn stubborn. I don't even know why he's mad."
Monica sighed, "Don't you get it, Chandler? He's not mad at you, he's mad at himself. Here you are, with this picture book life, and he doesn't even have a steady girlfriend. And our move, and Phoebe's move, and Ross and Rachel's move only make that more apparent. So, yes, he is being stubborn, but there's a reason."
"Fine," said Chandler, "But that's no reason for him to be mad at ME."
"Well, then," said Monica, "Make him stop being mad at you. If he won't answer the phone, find another way. But just get through to him."
Chandler was silent for a long time. "Yeah," he whispered to himself, "Yeah, I can do that." Little did he know, he might never get the chance to.
"Chandler Bing," Chandler said, using his trademark phone answer, as he picked up his work phone.
"Hi, Chandler?" There was a shaky voice at the other end.
"Yeah....." Chandler said uneasily, and finally he placed the voice, "Rachel?"
"Yeah, it's me," she whispered, "Chandler, we're at the hospital."
"What? Who's we? What's wrong? Who's sick? Is it Mon? Is the baby okay?"
"Chandler, stop it. It's not Monica, I haven't even talked to her yet. It's Joey."
PLEASE REVIEW! thanks!
disclaimer: i don't own the song (which still isn't used in this chapter, lol!), or the characters, or the flashbacks from the show.
"And who would this lovely lady be?" Chandler's boss, Ryan, asked.
Chandler grinned, "This is my wife, Monica. And this," he said, placing his hand proudly on Monica's abdomen, "is Baby Bing."
Ryan laughed, "Nice to meet you, Monica. I've heard so much about you."
"Nice to meet you, too, Ryan," Monica said, "And I hope you've heard good things."
"Only the best," Ryan said, and he and Monica began conversing, as Chandler was jolted back to memory of another company party, a very long time ago......
Flashback:
Chandler raced into Central Perk, just as he saw his girlfriend, Monica, getting her coffee. "Hey! Everybody at work loved you last night!"
"Really?" she asked.
"And! They like me more just because I was with ya! I think you repaired a lot of the damage from when they met Joey. And Doug wants us to play tennis with them. He's never even talked to me outside of work. Except for that time when we bumped into each other at that strip club," he stopped as Monica glared at him, "Strip church. Anyway, I'm gonna go try and find a racquet."
"Hey, I thought you already had one," she said.
"Oh, I used to, but then Joey thought it would be fun to go to Central Park and hit rocks at.....bigger rocks."
Return to Present
Chandler had to stop himself from laughing out loud at the memory of Joey holding his battered tennis racquet. But at the same time, the memory struck a chord in his heart. Joey. He hadn't talked to Joey in two months, though he'd certainly made the effort to contact him. But Joey had never called back, never answered Chandler.
"Honey?" Monica's voice tore Chandler away from his thoughts, "You ready to get going?"
"What? Oh, uh, yeah," Chandler said softly, his mind still elsewhere. "Yeah, let's get going."
Later that night in the car, Monica brought up the topic of their friends. They'd been in Connecticut for awhile now, and they were quite happy. They had a few new friends, people they'd met in Lamaze class and baby shopping. People like them. Married couples with a baby on the way, a few who already had babies. But as much as Chandler enjoyed his new friends, the memories of lazy afternoons in Central Perk and bachelor pizza nights with Joey still hung at the back of his mind. "So, um," Monica said, "I heard from Phoebe and Mike today."
"Really?" Chandler said, only semi-interested.
"Yeah," Monica said, and grinned, "Phoebe's pregnant."
Chandler's interest sparked, "That's fantastic!" he said.
"Yeah, yeah it is," Monica said, but then her tone turned sad, "But they're moving, too. Mike got a transfer to New Jersey. And I guess Joey's not too thrilled."
Chandler was silent for a second, "Well, I guess he wouldn't be," he said softly.
"You know, honey," Monica said hesitantly, "We really should.....call Joey or something."
Chandler turned to his wife and sighed, "Don't you think I've tried? I've tried practically every day for the past two months, Mon, and it hasn't worked. He's just so damn stubborn. I don't even know why he's mad."
Monica sighed, "Don't you get it, Chandler? He's not mad at you, he's mad at himself. Here you are, with this picture book life, and he doesn't even have a steady girlfriend. And our move, and Phoebe's move, and Ross and Rachel's move only make that more apparent. So, yes, he is being stubborn, but there's a reason."
"Fine," said Chandler, "But that's no reason for him to be mad at ME."
"Well, then," said Monica, "Make him stop being mad at you. If he won't answer the phone, find another way. But just get through to him."
Chandler was silent for a long time. "Yeah," he whispered to himself, "Yeah, I can do that." Little did he know, he might never get the chance to.
"Chandler Bing," Chandler said, using his trademark phone answer, as he picked up his work phone.
"Hi, Chandler?" There was a shaky voice at the other end.
"Yeah....." Chandler said uneasily, and finally he placed the voice, "Rachel?"
"Yeah, it's me," she whispered, "Chandler, we're at the hospital."
"What? Who's we? What's wrong? Who's sick? Is it Mon? Is the baby okay?"
"Chandler, stop it. It's not Monica, I haven't even talked to her yet. It's Joey."
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