That Summer-Chapter 4
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As she started to walk back she found herself going down another pathway, one she and Chandler walked along many many times. It wasn't long before she reached the spot, he spot in the middle of the path where a large Oak Tree stood, and carved in it was heart with "Chandler Loves Monica" carved in it. It was carved there just days before she left. She then could hear Chandler's footsteps against the ground the noise growing louder till he finally reached her.
"It's so peaceful here," Monica said almost whispering.
"I know I come her a lot, just walking down this pathway and remembering makes me feel really good," Chandler said looking at Monica.
"I would too," she said meeting his gaze.
"Come on, lets go inside its getting dark and I'm starving," Chandler said.
"When they reached the doorway on the porch of the house Monica could tell just by looking it front of her how much effort Chandler put into re-modeling this house.
"Do you mind if I look around," Monica asked?
"No, go ahead I have some things I got earlier that I still need to put away."
As she toured the house and seeing how amazing it looked it was hard for her to believe how torn up it used to be. As she walked by the kitchen and saw him, she was thinking in her mind that he was once again the seventeen year old boy she fell for over a decade ago. She then cursed herself, and reminded herself that she was engaged now. She then entered the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
"Its amazing, how much you did Chandler, how long did it take you," she asked?
"About a year," he replied now unpacking his last bag of groceries.
"Did you end up doing it all by yourself like you said you would, or did you come to your senses and realize that you needed help, she asked smiling at him.
Chandler laughed slightly, "I started on my own, but I couldn't do it so I hired a while lot of people."
"Why'd you work so hard," she asked?
Because it reminded me of our summer together, I wanted to be around it more and more, he wanted to say.
"I don't know, probably because I just wanted to finish it," he said.
There was silence. Chandler finished unpacking the groceries and then poured him and Monica a cup of coffee and led her out to the back deck. Monica finally broke the silence.
"So what is it you do these days," she asked?
"I'm not really doing anything right now," he said taking a sip of his coffee.
"Then how can…can you…"
"Kip Jones," he said.
"Who," she asked?
"Kip was an old boss of mine, he offered me part of a new business he was starting up and as I moved on to another job and later returned he had died, his lawyer's gave me enough money to fix this place up and live on it for a good while," he explained.
"You said you would never stop till you found a way to do this," she reminded him.
They were silent once again both taking a sip of their coffee.
"Remember the first time you told me about this place, we snuck here very late at night," she said.
He nodded smiling at the memory.
"My mother was furious with me, it was the first time she realized I was actually serious about you," Monica said.
"You told me the next morning everything she had said to you, I really thought she liked me," he said.
"It's not that, she did like you, but didn't really think that you deserved me," Monica said remembering her mother's painful words making her hurt inside.
"Not much difference," he said.
"I know, maybe that's why we always had that distance when we talked," she said.
Once again that night they were both silent, it was hard after 15 years apart to talk to each other, neither didn't really know what to day.
"I've thought about you a lot since that summer," she admitted.
"You did," he asked surprised?
"Yeah, why did you think I wouldn't have," she asked?
"Well you never answered my letters," he said.
"I didn't know…you had written any," she said looking at him intently.
They both sat there knowing that her mother must have thrown them out.
"Why do you think she would have done it," he asked?
"I don't know, maybe she thought it would be easier for me," she thought aloud.
"It wasn't her decision to make," he said.
"I know," she said staring down at her coffee.
"Would you have written," he asked.
"Of course," she said softly looking at him.
"Think we would have made it, I mean "us"," he asked?
"I don't think either of us really knows, but…yeah we might have," she said.
"What's Pete like," he asked.
Not expecting that question she hesitated. Bringing up his name brought feelings of guilt, and she didn't know how to answer.
"Pete's handsome, charming , and successful, and most of my friends are insanely jealous. He's kind to me, he can make me laugh sometimes, and I know he loves me in his own way," Monica said.
"But there's always going to be something missing in our relationship," she added wondering why she said it, but she knew it was true.
"Why," Chandler asked.
"I guess because I still look for the love we had that summer," she said.
"How about you," she asked trying to take some of the conversation off her.
"Did you ever think of us?"
"All the time," he said, "I still do."
She was surprised at how forward he was.
"Do you still cook," he asked changing the subject.
"No, I was never really good at it, I just gave up," she said.
"What are you talking about," he asked shocked! "You are amazing, didn't anyone ever tell you that."
"No, no one besides you," she said.
"Well you can still do it, I mean you had an amazing talent for it, you a chef, Mon," he said sincerely.
"Thanks," she said smiling whole heartedly at him.
She reached over and touched his hand, hesitantly and gently. And it that moment she wondered if she was in love with him again.
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As she started to walk back she found herself going down another pathway, one she and Chandler walked along many many times. It wasn't long before she reached the spot, he spot in the middle of the path where a large Oak Tree stood, and carved in it was heart with "Chandler Loves Monica" carved in it. It was carved there just days before she left. She then could hear Chandler's footsteps against the ground the noise growing louder till he finally reached her.
"It's so peaceful here," Monica said almost whispering.
"I know I come her a lot, just walking down this pathway and remembering makes me feel really good," Chandler said looking at Monica.
"I would too," she said meeting his gaze.
"Come on, lets go inside its getting dark and I'm starving," Chandler said.
"When they reached the doorway on the porch of the house Monica could tell just by looking it front of her how much effort Chandler put into re-modeling this house.
"Do you mind if I look around," Monica asked?
"No, go ahead I have some things I got earlier that I still need to put away."
As she toured the house and seeing how amazing it looked it was hard for her to believe how torn up it used to be. As she walked by the kitchen and saw him, she was thinking in her mind that he was once again the seventeen year old boy she fell for over a decade ago. She then cursed herself, and reminded herself that she was engaged now. She then entered the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
"Its amazing, how much you did Chandler, how long did it take you," she asked?
"About a year," he replied now unpacking his last bag of groceries.
"Did you end up doing it all by yourself like you said you would, or did you come to your senses and realize that you needed help, she asked smiling at him.
Chandler laughed slightly, "I started on my own, but I couldn't do it so I hired a while lot of people."
"Why'd you work so hard," she asked?
Because it reminded me of our summer together, I wanted to be around it more and more, he wanted to say.
"I don't know, probably because I just wanted to finish it," he said.
There was silence. Chandler finished unpacking the groceries and then poured him and Monica a cup of coffee and led her out to the back deck. Monica finally broke the silence.
"So what is it you do these days," she asked?
"I'm not really doing anything right now," he said taking a sip of his coffee.
"Then how can…can you…"
"Kip Jones," he said.
"Who," she asked?
"Kip was an old boss of mine, he offered me part of a new business he was starting up and as I moved on to another job and later returned he had died, his lawyer's gave me enough money to fix this place up and live on it for a good while," he explained.
"You said you would never stop till you found a way to do this," she reminded him.
They were silent once again both taking a sip of their coffee.
"Remember the first time you told me about this place, we snuck here very late at night," she said.
He nodded smiling at the memory.
"My mother was furious with me, it was the first time she realized I was actually serious about you," Monica said.
"You told me the next morning everything she had said to you, I really thought she liked me," he said.
"It's not that, she did like you, but didn't really think that you deserved me," Monica said remembering her mother's painful words making her hurt inside.
"Not much difference," he said.
"I know, maybe that's why we always had that distance when we talked," she said.
Once again that night they were both silent, it was hard after 15 years apart to talk to each other, neither didn't really know what to day.
"I've thought about you a lot since that summer," she admitted.
"You did," he asked surprised?
"Yeah, why did you think I wouldn't have," she asked?
"Well you never answered my letters," he said.
"I didn't know…you had written any," she said looking at him intently.
They both sat there knowing that her mother must have thrown them out.
"Why do you think she would have done it," he asked?
"I don't know, maybe she thought it would be easier for me," she thought aloud.
"It wasn't her decision to make," he said.
"I know," she said staring down at her coffee.
"Would you have written," he asked.
"Of course," she said softly looking at him.
"Think we would have made it, I mean "us"," he asked?
"I don't think either of us really knows, but…yeah we might have," she said.
"What's Pete like," he asked.
Not expecting that question she hesitated. Bringing up his name brought feelings of guilt, and she didn't know how to answer.
"Pete's handsome, charming , and successful, and most of my friends are insanely jealous. He's kind to me, he can make me laugh sometimes, and I know he loves me in his own way," Monica said.
"But there's always going to be something missing in our relationship," she added wondering why she said it, but she knew it was true.
"Why," Chandler asked.
"I guess because I still look for the love we had that summer," she said.
"How about you," she asked trying to take some of the conversation off her.
"Did you ever think of us?"
"All the time," he said, "I still do."
She was surprised at how forward he was.
"Do you still cook," he asked changing the subject.
"No, I was never really good at it, I just gave up," she said.
"What are you talking about," he asked shocked! "You are amazing, didn't anyone ever tell you that."
"No, no one besides you," she said.
"Well you can still do it, I mean you had an amazing talent for it, you a chef, Mon," he said sincerely.
"Thanks," she said smiling whole heartedly at him.
She reached over and touched his hand, hesitantly and gently. And it that moment she wondered if she was in love with him again.
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