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Boston. That was....well, it wasn't New York. She moved to Boston? Chandler couldn't quite wrap his mind around this statement.

"How did it go?" Joey asked walking back into the living room. As much as it killed him to lose the only girl he had ever felt strongly about, he knew that Chandler felt just as strong if not more so for her.

"She's gone."

"What?"

"She's gone."

"What do you mean she's gone? Where did she go?"

"Boston."

"For the weekend?"

"For good."

"She went to Boston? Isn't that like in California?" Trust Joey to make him smile even a little.

"No, Joe. It's in Massachusetts."

"Why did she go there?"

"Search me," Chandler replied. "All I know is that she's gone." She was gone. Everything that he had ever wanted in a girl had been right there, but now she was gone.

"Well, go after her," Joey told him. He was amazed that Chandler was just sitting there while Monica was sitting in Boston.

"Boston is a big city Joey," Chandler told him.

"So?"

"So, how would I find her?" For being the one considered the less bright one, Joey came up with the brilliant plan between the two.

"Call her roommate and ask." Call Rachel and just ask? Just ask? He could do that. He could most certainly do that.

"Right. Call Rachel and ask.....just call Rachel....." Nervously, Chandler redialed Monica's number. Rachel picked up one more time.

"Hello?"

"Rachel?"

"Yes?

"This is Chandler, do you remember me? Where is Monica?" This all came out in one long, very fast statement. He waited in anticipation for her reply.

"Boston?"

"Where in Boston?" Chandler asked boldly.

"Why?" Rachel asked.

"Because I need to see her, I need to talk to her."

"Aren't you Joey's roommate?" Rachel finally placed where she knew him from. He was Monica's ex-boyfriend's roommate.

"Yes," Chandler was becoming impatient now. "Where is Monica?"

"Hold on, let me grab her address. Why do you need to see her?"

"Because."

"Because why?" Rachel wasn't going to make this easy on him. This was her best friend, her brokenhearted best friend (although Rachel wasn't so sure why she had been brokenhearted, because she had done the breaking up, so in reality, Joey would be the one to be depressed). Rachel didn't want this guy running up there and hurting her any more than she was already hurting.

"I'm in love with her!" Chandler admitted finally. Rachel's mouth dropped open.

"You're the reason that she moved. I knew it wasn't Joey. I just knew it. Which means that it had to be you."

"Can I please have her address?"

"I don't know," Rachel bit her nail. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to go there, and try to get her back," he announced. After convincing Rachel that he wasn't going to hurt Monica, that was the farthest thing from his mind, she finally gave in and read the address over to him.

"Thanks Rachel."

"Don't hurt her."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He hung up and grinned at Joey.

"Got it?" Joey asked. Chandler nodded.

"Got it." He would go to Boston, and he would talk to her and he would make her see that they were meant to be together.

She would see.

She would have to.




With a sigh, Monica tossed her bag onto the chair in her living room and dropped herself onto the couch. Lying there, she shut her eyes. It had been a long, long day. Drifting off into a nice, well-deserved nap, her buzzer rang loudly throughout the empty apartment. Opening back up her eyes with a sigh, she heaved herself up and went to the intercom.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"Chandler." Chandler? Chandler? No. No, couldn't be. Who would have told him where she was?

Rachel. She'd kill her.

But why was he here? Why did he hunt her down? Her mind and heart raced.

"What are you doing here?" She asked softly.

"I came to see you. I need to talk to you." No. She couldn't do this. She couldn't handle this. She wasn't strong enough to handle this.

"Go away."

"Monica," Chandler tried again. He had caught the very first plane out of New York city going to Boston. He had been seated next to a man who smelled like rotten cheese and stole his arm rest. All for her. And he couldn't go back, no he wouldn't go back without her. He would stay there all night and all day if he had to.

"It's not right," she told him.

"But it is."

"But Joey...."

"Is fine." Joey was fine? Joey wasn't going to be hurt if they dated? She found that hard to believe, but if Chandler told her otherwise, than her whole defense would crumble.

"But....."

"No buts, Monica. Can I come up to talk at least?" Sighing she took her finger off the intercom button and buzzed him in. To Chandler that was the greatest sound in the world. He silently cheered to himself as he practically ran up the stairs in her building. He knocked on her door and she opened it.

God, she was beautiful. Her face was flushed and her eyes were filled with confusion.

"Monica," Chandler breathed.

"Chandler," she said. Oh man, she couldn't do this. None of her reasons seemed viable anymore. Nothing seemed like a good enough reason to stop her from throwing herself into his arms and let him rock her back and forth. Let him kiss her and hold her.

"Joey is okay."

"Are you sure?"

"He sent me here. He told me to call you. He told me to come here." For the first time, she let herself break into a smile.

"He did?"

"He did." She was cracking, he could see it. Her guard was coming down. She was giving in.

"Then we should thank him, shouldn't we?" Chandler grinned and grabbed her face and pulled it close to his and kissed her fiercely.

"Monica?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you." It was the first time he had said it to someone other than Kathy. But Kathy, Kathy was nothing compared to Monica. Monica was everything.

"I love you too," she whispered pulling him into her apartment and slamming the door behind him.




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