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It was odd. In fact it was extremely strange that all she wanted to do was not spend time with her boyfriend, but his best friend. His roommate. That was extremely strange. And not good. Not good at all. She needed to stop thinking about Chandler.
But that was certainly harder than she thought it would be. He filled her thoughts and senses. There was something seriously wrong when she was with Joey and she kept thinking about Chandler. She thought about how it would be to lie in his arms at night, and what it would be like to kiss him....
No. She had to stop this.
"Coming?" Joey asked reaching out his hand for her to take. They were at the park having a picnic, and it was lovely. Perfectly lovely. Except she couldn't think about anything but Chandler.
Taking Joey's hand she took a deep breath and smiled at him. He was cute, yes, he was sweet, yes, but she didn't feel the same things that he was feeling.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. She was feeling them, just not for Joey. Oh, this was so very bad. She was in love with his best friend. And there was the other problem: what did Chandler feel about her? Because it would all be a moot point if he didn't think of her in that way.
Something told her that he did feel the same way. God, she didn't know if that made things better or worse.
"Are you having a nice time?" Joey asked gently as they made their way along the lake.
"I am," she assured him.
"Good," he grinned at her. "Hey, dinner tonight? Chandler's going to be there, so bring that friend of yours, Phoebe?" Joey was on a mission to get Chandler coupled off with someone so that he became less of a threat with his relationship with Monica.
"Chandler's coming?" She didn't mean to have that come out with her sounding so enthusiastic. Of course, she was, but she didn't want Joey to know.
"Yeah." Joey didn't sound too happy about her tone of voice. Was she tipping him off too much?
"Oh, okay. I'll ask Phoebe if she wants to come," Monica told him.
"Okay, good." Joey resumed his happy state and squeezing her hand pulled her forward.
And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
And you won't be the last,
no you won't be the last
to love me
Monica was laughing at one of his jokes. He always loved to make her laugh. He loved the way that she laughed. What he didn't like, however, were the dirty looks that Joey kept shooting his way. And though Monica's friend was certainly nice and pretty, he only had one girl on his mind.
And she wasn't available. Joey shot him dirty looks the entire dinner as he and Monica talked and laughed. Phoebe played with her food and tried to break into the conversation every once in awhile. Towards the end of the meal, Joey's phone began to ring.
"Hello?" He listened for a minute and then turned to the expectant faces staring back at him. "My sister," he mouthed. "What? No, I'll be right there."
"What's the matter?" Monica asked running her hand up and down his arm.
"My mom's sick."
"Oh, honey," Monica said pulling him in for a hug.
"I'm sorry man," Chandler said sympathetically.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Monica asked.
"No, but thanks," Joey smiled at her and leaned in to give her a kiss. "I'll call you later."
"Okay," she told him.
"Chandler, will you make sure that her and Phoebe get home okay?" He asked gathering his coat and things.
"Of course, don't worry about it. I'm sure she's okay," he assured Joey.
"Okay." Joey took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around Monica. Chandler watched as they kissed once more before breaking apart and Joey dashing out of the apartment.
"I'll get you a cab," Chandler said as the three remaining gathered their things and headed down the stairs.
"I'll just walk," Phoebe said. "I'm just down there a bit." She pointed.
"Then we'll walk you," Monica said. "Won't we Chandler?" As selfish as it was when his friend was in such a crisis, he wanted the time with Monica. He would have agreed to anything he thought.
"Sure." They walked in silence until Phoebe's building. Monica gave her friend a hug and they watched until Phoebe got inside.
"Do you want to get a cab?" Chandler asked. Please say no, he begged silently. Please say no.
"No," she shook her head. "If it's okay, I'd like to walk. It's a gorgeous night." Great, he thought.
"Great." They walked and talked the entire way back to her apartment. When they arrived at her door she thanked him sweetly and turned to go in.
She stopped halfway up and turned back around.
"Chandler?"
"Yeah?"
"I....I....just....it's...." She mumbled. Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him and kissed her.
You can find me
if you ever want again
I'll be around the bend
I'll be around the bend
I'll be around
Chandler's mind was reeling. He was kissing Monica. Monica. Who he had been secretly (or not so secretly) in love with for the past few weeks. Monica. Who was dating Joey. This needed to stop. However, neither made a move to stop the kiss, in fact, Chandler deepened it. It was Monica eventually who broke away.
"I can't. Joey....and his mother....and it's not....I can't." She stumbled backwards towards her building.
"Are you telling me that you are in love with Joey?" Chandler asked half afraid of the answer.
"No....I guess....not." He took a deep breath and asked the question that he had been wanting to ask since their second meeting.
"And me? What about me?"
"What about you?" So she wasn't going to make this easy on him.
"Are you in love with me?"
"I don't.....yes, I think I might be....." Suddenly she burst into tears. His heart was racing and his hands were sweating. She loved him? No way. She really loved him?
"Monica?" She didn't answer, just continued to cry into her open hands. "Mon? It's okay."
"No, it's not okay. I don't want to hurt him. I don't want to hurt Joey. He's such a sweet guy and he doesn't deserve this....he doesn't....I can't....I can't see you anymore Chandler. I can't ever see you."
"Are you going to stay with him?" No answer. "Monica? Are you going to stay with him?"
"I don't know! I don't know anything. I have to...I have to...." She turned quick on her heels and ran inside her apartment building leaving Chandler alone and confused on the street.
And if you never stop when you wave goodbye
You just might find if you give it time you will wave hello again
you just might wave hello again
Joey's mother was okay. And a few weeks after the whole incident, Monica broke it off with him.
"It's not you," she assured him using the old cliche. "I just don't feel what you feel." It had been utterly heartbreaking to him, as she was the first girl that he had actually considered making a commitment to. But she didn't feel what he felt.
"I'm sorry," she had said not looking at him in the eye.
"Me too," he agreed and he took her hand in his. "Hey, don't worry about it, if it's not there, it's not there." She looked up at him teary-eyed.
"You are going to make some woman extremely happy one day," she told him leaning in to give him a soft kiss.
"But not you?" Sadly, she shook her head.
"Not me."
"So this is it?"
"This is it." Joey took her in his arms one last time and hugged her close to him. Somehow he had known. He had known that they wouldn't work.
Her heart belonged to someone else.
And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
Chandler hadn't forgotten about her. Of course, he hadn't. He thought about her all the time. She had broken up with Joey and had stopped coming around. She had been telling the truth when she had said that she couldn't see him. She couldn't be near him.
It broke his heart. So they were quite the pair, him and Joey. They both moped around the apartment in their sweatpants trying to get over the same girl who had broken both their hearts.
"Call her," Joey said finally as they sat in their chairs two months later.
"What? Who?"
"Monica."
"What?"
"I know that you still love her."
"So do you."
"But she doesn't love me."
"She doesn't love me either," Chandler lied. He had never told Joey about that night in front of her building. Some things were better left untold.
"She might."
"She doesn't."
"How do you know?"
"Joey, listen, you were her boyfriend. She wanted nothing to do with me."
"I saw it." What did he see? The kiss? Had he been at Monica's that night?
"What?"
"I saw the way she looked at you. I saw the way that you looked at her." Joey leaned over and picked up the phone. "Call her." Chandler looked at his best friend with an incredulous look. He was willing to give up Monica for Chandler? He was willing to sit by while his best friend got the girl that he had fallen in love with first?
Chandler took the phone.
You can't love too much one part of it
You can't love too much one part of it
"Hello?" His heart raced. It wasn't her. It wasn't Monica who answered the phone.
"Hello? Is Monica there?" Joey had gotten up and left the living room leaving Chandler alone.
"No, I'm sorry, she's not."
"Do you know when she'll be back?"
"Well, she's moved."
"Moved? To where?"
"Boston."
"She moved to Boston?" He practically dropped the phone. She moved? She moved? When?
"Yes, she got a better job offer," her roommate explained.
"When? When did this happen?"
"She left two weeks ago." Two weeks ago. She was gone. "Can I take a message? I call her all the time."
"Um, Chandler...Chandler called."
"I'll tell her," Rachel hung up the phone and Chandler hung up and then just sat and stared at the phone. She was gone?
She was gone.
I believe that my life's gonna see
the love I give returned to me
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