*I should be reading, but....oh well. Here is the next part and I hope that you enjoy it and leave me a nice review.....oh please? The song is by the incredible, one and only John Mayer ,and it's called Wheel. And half is in this chapter and half will be in the next. Review? Please? Okay, thanks!*
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Monica stared at him open-mouthed and Joey turned his attention between the two back and forth, completely confused.
"Do you know her?" He asked. Monica began laughing.
"I helped him pick out spaghetti sauce," she explained. "What a small world!" Funny, Chandler had been thinking the same thing, only in a much more sarcastic tone. The one girl that he meets and can't stop thinking about is being bedded by his best friend? The one girl since his wife left him that he found himself dreaming about is dating Joey?
God, life wasn't fair. Not fair at all.
And Joey, despite being a tad bit slow, caught on to what was going on. This was the girl that Chandler had met at the grocery store. The one that had broken him out of his misery. Monica was that girl. And he was dating her. And normally this wouldn't be a problem, he would just move on to the next girl and his latest conquest and let Chandler have her, but she was important to him. She was good for him. He wasn't ready to give her up yet. Even if it was to Chandler.
"Funny," Joey managed to find his voice finally.
"How did that spaghetti work out for you?" Monica asked. Chandler weakly nodded his head.
"It was good."
"Monica's a chef," Joey added into the conversation.
"So I suppose that I found the right person to help me pick out sauce," he said to her.
"I suppose you did." She nodded and smiled at him. "Were we eating here or out?"
"I was thinking that we'd go out," Joey said, but he didn't direct this to Monica, he directed this to Chandler looking for some sign that either told him that Chandler was going to be okay with this, or that Chandler wanted to stay home that night and wallow in the fact that, despite the fact that he got to her first, it was ultimately Joey who won. Joey always was the one who won.
"Let me grab my jacket," Chandler said turning around and practically running into his bedroom. Once inside, he took a deep breath. How was he supposed to go out to dinner with them?
Monica. Her name was Monica. Now he knew her name. A whole lot of good it did him now. She was with Joey. She was Joey's. He took one more deep breath and joined them in the living room. Maybe she was horrible. Maybe she had this terrible personality that completely clashed with Chandler's.
Yeah, who was he kidding?
People, have the right to fly
and when it gets compromised
Their hearts say, "Move along"
Their minds say, "Gotcha heart."
Let's move it along
Let's move it along
She was incredible. He had been right. She made him smile, and she laughed at all his corny jokes. And who did that? Not even Joey, who was his best friend and who loved him like a brother would laugh at his corny jokes. But Monica did.
"Then what did you say?" She asked Chandler as he finished a story from work that day.
"I said, 'hey! This isn't a brothel!'" She burst out in laughter. Joey managed a small smile as he watched the girl that he was possibly be in love with hit it off with his best friend, who was definitely in love with her.
Monica had a fantastic laugh, Chandler decided. Her hair would fall over her face as her head fell forward when she laughed.
"I can't believe you said that!" She told him laughing.
"Hey, do you want something to drink?" Joey asked. "I'm going to go up to the bar."
"Sure," she smiled up Joey and Chandler realized that while she laughed at his jokes, that smile was reserved for someone other than him. That was Joey's smile. Because she was Joey's. And that sucked. That sucked big time.
"What would you like?"
"Mud slide?"
"Sure thing," Joey winked at her and left the table. "Chandler? Would you like to come?"
"Someone should stay here and sit with Monica," he pointed out to Joey smiling at him.
"No, it's fine," she assured him. "Go ahead."
"Are you sure?" Chandler asked. He just wanted to sit there with her. He just wanted to sit there and forget that she had a boyfriend. No, not just that she had a boyfriend, but that she was dating his best friend. And no matter how great this girl was, she wasn't worth ruining his friendship with Joey. But that still didn't stop him from not wanting to move.
"I'm sure," she told him again. "Go right ahead." Reluctantly, Chandler got up from his chair and followed Joey to the bar.
"That's her?" They both said at the same time.
"I can't believe this," Joey said ordering the drinks.
"Tell me about it." Chandler paused. "She's incredible."
"Tell me about it," Joey answered. "I think I love her Chandler." Well, that was just great. If Joey was just messing around, then Chandler could try to make a move on her and no one would be seriously upset about the whole situation, but if Joey, who never fell in love, fell in love with this girl? That would upset the whole balance of the situation.
This was all his fault. That's all that Chandler could think. Why hadn't he asked her what her name was in the grocery store? Why hadn't he said, "Gee, you're really gorgeous and the first girl that I've looked at since my wife up and left my sorry ass? What's your name? And would you like to marry me?" Yeah right.
It wasn't his style.
And now his friend had gotten to her first, and he would just have to sigh and kiss the idea of him and her goodbye. Step to the side and let Joey have her.
That's just what he would have to do.
And airports
see it all the time
with someone's last goodbye
blends in with someone's sigh
cause someone's coming home
in hand single rose
Monica had a great time with Joey and his best friend. Actually, she had a great time with his best friend. This was something that she worried about. She was with Joey. She liked him. She liked him a lot. So why did she keep thinking about Chandler?
"Hello?" The front door opened and Rachel came in with a shopping bag that she tossed onto the couch.
"I'm here," Monica stepped back from where she had been standing at the stove to face her best friend.
"Hey, you okay? You look...."
"What?"
"Deep in thought." Rachel grinned at Monica. "You thinking about Joey?" Sure, she thought. I was thinking about Joey. I was also thinking about his roommate, but we'll just skip right over that part.
"Yes," Monica gave her a small smile. "I was thinking about Joey."
"I knew it!" Rachel exclaimed. "He's cute Mon. And he really seems to like you."
"You think?" God that would make things so much more complicated. If Joey was just infatuated and nothing more, then maybe they would break up and she could see where things would lead.....
No. She would not think like that. She was with Joey. She kept repeating it to herself like a mantra. You're with Joey. You like Joey. Joey likes you. Forget about Chandler. Forget that he even exists. Forget that he makes you laugh and makes you feel like you've never felt before.....oh, this is the kind of thinking that got her into this mess in the first place.
"Are you seeing him tonight?" Who? Chandler?
"Joey?"
"Of course, Joey, who else would I be talking about?" Rachel asked laughing a little at the confused look on her best friend's face. Who else would she be talking about? That was an excellent question. "You okay, Mon? You look out of it a little." She would be fine. She would stay with Joey and everything would be fine.
Everything would be fine.
and that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
I won't be the last,
no I won't be the last,
to love her
Joey knocked on Monica's door and she pulled it open.
"Hey!" She smiled at him and all his nervousness and worrying that she reciprocated the feelings that Chandler had for her melted away. It was too bad that they were both in love with the same girl, but he had gotten there first. Right? Those were the rules.
"You ready?" He had gotten them tickets to the Knicks game. She grabbed a jacket and pulled it overtop her sweater and nodded.
"Let's go," she said as he reached to take her hand. Joey had plenty of women in which men turned their heads to take another look and Monica was no exception. Men watched her walk past, but it was more with her. She had the personality to match too.
"You a Knicks fan?" He asked.
"Sure," she shrugged. "I guess."
"You guess? Either you are or you aren't, and if you aren't I don't know if we can still date," he told her. She giggled.
"I am," she reassured him leaning into his side. I'm happy, she repeated to herself. I'm happy. Why didn't she believe that?
And you can't build a house of leaves
and live like it's an evergreen
It's just a season thing
It's just this thing that seasons do
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