Chapter Six- Forever

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Disclaimer: (setting: NOA non owners anonymous) My name is Libby and I don't own Friends.    Hi Libby! It's okay, none of us own them.

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                "What if you won't?" Chandler asked, leaning his head against the arm of the couch. Monica sat up, too, and looked into his blue eyes.

                "What?" she wondered if she heard him right.

                "What if you won't always have me around." He stated. He looked right back into her confused blue eyes. He felt he needed to say more. "What if I fall in love, get married, and move. I wouldn't be around to comfort you when another guy breaks your heart. Who will you go to then?" Monica was speechless. Chandler decided to answer for her. " Will you go to Rachel? What happens when she leaves?" Monica tried desperately to talk, but choked on her words.

                "Chandler, I…I mean…you…we…won't…"she made no sense at all. What?! Was the only thought going through her head. "Are you joking?" She leaned in, as though he would whisper the answer.

            What to do? If I say I'm joking, she will forget this happened, and not dwell on the answer. "Of course I'm kidding." He said, and chucked to make his answer seem real. Monica leaned up against him and set her head on his shoulder. Yep, she'll never think about the answer.

                Towards the end of the movie, Monica announced that she needed a coke. She put her hand on his thigh and pushed herself up. He closed his eyes, and tried to clear his mind of those thoughts. Sports, Grandma, food. He remembered some of the things an old friend told him. Unfortunately, his last thought was a more Monica-related topic in his head. Food on Monica, Food on Monica's body... When Monica said something, he snapped out of it…mostly. " We're out of diet coke."

                " I have some in my apartment…I'll be right back." He got up, but Monica gave him a weird look. "For when you come over." She smiled.

                She sat back down on the couch. He came back with a can of pop in his hand. "Here you are." She sat up so he could sit down. He sat and she lay down on his side. One hand had the can of pop; the other was loosely draped over his stomach. Her head was on his neck. He couldn't watch the movie, because her mouth was close to his ear, and her breath was making him shiver. He squirmed and she sat up. "What's up, Chandler?" He looked at her then around the apartment. He needed an excuse. He saw the bathroom and used that as an excuse. He knew he couldn't go back to the couch. So he decided to go home. He walked out and told her. She couldn't figure out why he left.

                Back in his apartment he knew he had to do something. He sat in his chair for at least a half an hour, and figured out an idea. He sat down at the table with a pen in his hand. He also had a pad of paper. 45 minutes, and a lot of paper balls later, he got up and set his finished project on the foosball table. Then he went into his room.

                The next morning Monica got up and got dressed. She and Chandler had plans to meet at Central Perk in 30 minutes. She went downstairs, and when Chandler didn't show up, she got worried. She ran up to his apartment, and opened the door with her spare key. She went to his room, but stopped when she saw a letter on the foosball table. She saw it had her name on it and opened it up. As she read it she could hear his voice.

                                Monica-

                                                I'm sorry I left so early yesterday, but I needed to. Monica, you know about the talk we had, and you know the questions I asked. You don't, however, know this; I love you. I'm in love with you. I want to be with you forever. I want to marry you, and start a family with you. Unfortunately, I know you don't feel the same way. Yes, you love me, as a brother. Every night a man breaks your fragile heart, seeing you hurt, breaks mine. That is why I left. There isn't any of my heart left, and if there was, after writing this letter, it is gone. Broken. Shattered. I left and will never return. I will be gone when my plane leaves, back to California, 12:00pm, today. I will be gone forever. Good-bye Monica. My poor, sweet, broken hearted Monica.

                                                                                                                                Your Ex- Little Loyal Puppy, Chandler.

                Monica turned over the tear-stained letter. Nothing. She didn't know what she was looking for, just that she was looking. Then she glanced at her watch. 11:26. There's no way. It takes a half an hour to get to the airport, she heard her brain say. Then her heart took over. I have to try.

                Monica ran out of the cab, threw a couple of bills at the cabbie, and ran inside. She looked at her watch again. 11:58. She ran all over looking for a desk. She found one and ran up to it. "Did the 12:00 flight to California leave already?!" She screamed, out of breath. "Yes, miss. I'm sorry." Monica stumbled over to an empty row of seats. She let her head fall into her hands and mascara run down her cheek. Why did I let the one man that wouldn't break my heart leave? After that thought she felt someone near her.

                " Hard night?"

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