AN: I am gettin kinda bored with my other fics so I decided to try
something different. I don't know how well this will work out so yea.
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It was a beautiful day, sun shining, birds chirping. The sky as clear as the day. Chandler Bing strolled down the sidewalks of New York with a mind as open as the flowers that lined them. Ever since his mother had died he decided to take up writing, not her kind of writing though. Although he didn't have anything published he was just finishing first book, a drama comedy. None of his friends knew that he had started to write. He would just take his laptop in his room and stay there for hours, pouring his mind out into the little computer. All he had to do now was get home, slap his name on it, print it out, and get it to the publishing company. His day couldn't get any better. He was walking on cloud nine and nothing would bring him down. He had gotten off work 2 hours early and decided to walk home and take advantage of the beautiful spring day.
He came up to a crosswalk and saw that an elderly lady was struggling to move her walker along. He walked over to her and offered her is help. Once across she thanked him and continued on her way. Chandler smiled and walked the few more blocks to his apartment building. He arrived and walked inside. Happily bouncing up the stairs he came to his apartment and unlocked it.
What he saw made him want to collapse to the floor in a heap. He had to grab on to the table to make sure that didn't happen. As he looked around the place he saw clothes strewn all across the floor, leading to the bedroom. Lamps were knocked over; broken things lying all over the floor...including a laptop that from where he was, looked mutilated. His whole future was in that computer and now it was taken away in a careless heartbeat. As he got closer to the door he could hear moaning coming from behind it. He slowly opened it and looked inside.
"OH MY GOD!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, which brought Phoebe, Joey, and Rachel running over from across the hall. They all looked in the room where Chandler now was with disgust on their faces. Chandler calmly walked over to the closet and pulled out a suitcase, which he laid, on the bed, not acknowledging the people on it at all. He walked back over to the closet and grabbed clothes, and started to but them in the suitcase until it was full. He gently picked it up and started to walk to the door. "Wait! Chandler I can explain!" She yelled from her place on the bed. He stopped at the door and looked back at her, "I guess I'm not husband material either." As he turned his head back to the door he saw a picture of them sitting on a blanket in the middle of Central Park with the other friends. It was from when they all had gone on a picnic together a while after they had gotten back from their honeymoon. Chandler picked up the picture in its frame and slammed it to the ground, watching as the glass shattered into thousands of pieces.
He walked back out into the living room, past Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel, giving them a sad smile as he passed them. Without saying a word to anyone, he walked out of the apartment, and their lives.
That was 4 years ago.
T B C
So what do ya think? Continue? Stop everything and never type another word again? TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PEOPLE!! YOU HAVE TO REVIEW OR I WILL NEVER KNOW AND THAT WILL JUST KILL ME!!!! Thanx for reading!!!
It was a beautiful day, sun shining, birds chirping. The sky as clear as the day. Chandler Bing strolled down the sidewalks of New York with a mind as open as the flowers that lined them. Ever since his mother had died he decided to take up writing, not her kind of writing though. Although he didn't have anything published he was just finishing first book, a drama comedy. None of his friends knew that he had started to write. He would just take his laptop in his room and stay there for hours, pouring his mind out into the little computer. All he had to do now was get home, slap his name on it, print it out, and get it to the publishing company. His day couldn't get any better. He was walking on cloud nine and nothing would bring him down. He had gotten off work 2 hours early and decided to walk home and take advantage of the beautiful spring day.
He came up to a crosswalk and saw that an elderly lady was struggling to move her walker along. He walked over to her and offered her is help. Once across she thanked him and continued on her way. Chandler smiled and walked the few more blocks to his apartment building. He arrived and walked inside. Happily bouncing up the stairs he came to his apartment and unlocked it.
What he saw made him want to collapse to the floor in a heap. He had to grab on to the table to make sure that didn't happen. As he looked around the place he saw clothes strewn all across the floor, leading to the bedroom. Lamps were knocked over; broken things lying all over the floor...including a laptop that from where he was, looked mutilated. His whole future was in that computer and now it was taken away in a careless heartbeat. As he got closer to the door he could hear moaning coming from behind it. He slowly opened it and looked inside.
"OH MY GOD!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, which brought Phoebe, Joey, and Rachel running over from across the hall. They all looked in the room where Chandler now was with disgust on their faces. Chandler calmly walked over to the closet and pulled out a suitcase, which he laid, on the bed, not acknowledging the people on it at all. He walked back over to the closet and grabbed clothes, and started to but them in the suitcase until it was full. He gently picked it up and started to walk to the door. "Wait! Chandler I can explain!" She yelled from her place on the bed. He stopped at the door and looked back at her, "I guess I'm not husband material either." As he turned his head back to the door he saw a picture of them sitting on a blanket in the middle of Central Park with the other friends. It was from when they all had gone on a picnic together a while after they had gotten back from their honeymoon. Chandler picked up the picture in its frame and slammed it to the ground, watching as the glass shattered into thousands of pieces.
He walked back out into the living room, past Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel, giving them a sad smile as he passed them. Without saying a word to anyone, he walked out of the apartment, and their lives.
That was 4 years ago.
T B C
So what do ya think? Continue? Stop everything and never type another word again? TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PEOPLE!! YOU HAVE TO REVIEW OR I WILL NEVER KNOW AND THAT WILL JUST KILL ME!!!! Thanx for reading!!!