Hey hey! I probably shouldn't be starting a new story as I have two unfinished ones going around now, but what the heck. This will be C&M mostly, it's very loosely based on a play I was in over the summer. I'm not going to tell you what since if any of you have seen it (I doubt it) it will ruin the ending. But hey, big time bonus points to anyone who can name it! I highly doubt anyone will, but whatever. Read and Review PLEASE!

Disclaimer: I own none of them. None none none none none none none. Poopie.

Prologue

The man sighed as he stepped out of the alleyway and onto the street. He glanced at the people running past on their way home from work. Some averted their eyes. Some seemed to feel sorry for him. Some glared at him and muttered under their breaths. And one interesting person gave him an evil look and screamed something in a foreign language, but the man could have sworn he heard a few colorful English words slipped in there. He sighed. He knew he looked homeless. He had no doubt about it. But reality was, he wasn't. He rented a small apartment toward the outside of the city. He hadn't gone to college and made almost no money, at least not enough to support himself. None of the well-to-do people in the city wanted anything to do with him. They rarely even looked at him. The only people that talked to him were the people who shared his apartment, Phoebe Buffay and Joey Tribianni. He had no identity. He barely even had a name. Chandler Bing.

Chandler wanted more out of life, even if he wouldn't admit it. He wanted to be out in the world, or at least in the city. He was waiting for something to happen, a chance of some kind. He was waiting for life to begin. He wanted the chance to make things better, to make something happen for himself. He knew that something had to happen. When he was a child, he had fallen into the lake at Central Park (AN: Is there a lake in Central Park? No idea. In this story there is.). He hadn't had any idea how to swim, but somehow he had floated to the surface where someone had grabbed him. He had clutched at this memory for years, convinced that the fact that he had survived meant that something was bound to happen for him, something that would dig him out of the hole that he had been living in since his parents died. Chandler knew that the chance would come soon. Very soon. Maybe even tonight.

He looked up at the sky. It had began to rain. He was filled with an incredible sense of emotion. Something was about to happen. He was sure of it.

Across the street, a door opened. A man and woman in their fifties stepped out of a classy restaurant, all dressed up. Rich people. The kind of people that Chandler didn't exactly hate, but very much envied, even though he was too proud to admit it. He rolled his eyes as the man frantically tried to summon for a cab and the woman refused to step more than a foot from the door for fear she would get wet. Then the door opened again.

Chandler caught his breath. Out of the restaurant stepped the most beautiful young woman he had ever laid eyes on. She had dark hair swept up into an elegant bun, and her pale skin shone even though the clouds covered the moon. She didn't seem to mind the rain, Chandler noticed. She stepped up beside her father, rain on her face, and spoke to him, shaking her head. Then she turned to the street.

Headlights loomed in the distance.

TBC

Dun dun duuuuuuun. Hehehe, the next chapter will have more dialogue and action in it. All friends will be in the story, maybe we'll even get a little Rachel/Ross or Phoebe/Joey or whatever. Depends on what happens later! I'll try to update soon, it depends on how much homework my teachers manage to pile on me this week. Argh. High school sucks! PLEASE read and review, and it will get more interesting!! I promise!!