Easy Lover – Before You Know it, You'll Be on Your Knees

A/N: Uh, I don't know anything about acting or…anything of the sort. If I get facts wrong (which I already have. Thanks to Jen for pointing that out. =) ) then I'm terribly sorry. If you want authenticity, then I suggest you don't read this fic. I just don't know much. After all, I spend most of my days doing either homework or sitting around on my ass all day in front of the television/computer. I'm sorry. =/ Well, with all those formalities out of the way, please review. Thanks for the great reviews! =) And a special thanks to Jana. Your kind words were greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do own domain space. That's the second coolest thing in the world to say you own. Well, that's not true, a jaguar, a movie theater, and a villa in France would be cooler. Actually, owning France would be the shit. Hmm…something to strive for… Now what college should I go to if I want to own a country?

This chapter is dedicated to my Yen-a-len. Thanks for 10 months of being my rock, my heart, and my monkey buddy. Love ya forever, babe! (haha oh yes,  beware of the end a/n)

The rehearsals for the movie had begun. It had only been a month since the last audition, but it felt like years to the anxious Chandler. He wanted to see Monica again. The night before the first day, sleep had not come to Chandler. He was too deep in the spell. Everything about her made his mind go blank. It wasn't just her beauty. The way she had walked into the auditorium, so confident, like she was sizing up everything in the room. It was an attention he had never seen anyone pay to anything before.

Now, however, as the first week began, he had barely seen Monica. She had only shown up for the rehearsals. Otherwise, she either spoke with the director or disappeared into her trailer.

The others regarded her as stuck-up. In fact, that day, at lunch, Rachel, the other female lead role, had claimed that, when trying to make conversation with her, she only answered Rachel's questions with as little as possible. And then, there was the fact that, while the other lead actors, Chandler, Rachel, and Joey, were eating lunch together, she was hidden away in her trailer.

Still, while Joey and Rachel bad-mouthed Monica, she was still on Chandler's mind constantly. He had even begun to read articles about her. He knew it was a bit tasteless, but it was the only way he could think of to get to know her better. After all, he couldn't just go up to her and start talking. She made it crystal clear that she did not wish to be bothered, by keeping away from everyone else. So, he followed her wishes. Besides, what would a loser like him say to one of the most high-demanded actresses in Hollywood?

Instead, he lived for the time they spent practicing their scenes together. She would act as a person who cared about the person he was pretended to be. Despite that, it excited him that they had been written for each other; that at the end of the movie, he would get to kiss her. His lips ached to touch hers.

However, he knew he couldn't let out his feelings. It wasn't as if he had anyone to tell, anyway. He really didn't have any friends he could trust. He considered telling Joey and Rachel, but realized they would end up laughing at him until tears flowed down their cheeks.

Instead, he swallowed his feelings and went on with the show. That was not only part of his job, but also the story of his life. He could never find a woman that he really wanted to be with, that wanted him as well. Instead, he was turned down again and again by countless women. He didn't want the famous, powerful Monica Geller to do the same to him. He decided to confine his love, and left it for her many adoring fans to shower upon her instead.

During one of the few, short breaks they got, Chandler walked down a corridor, alone with his thoughts. Everyone else had complained of the short breaks that the obsessive Ross Geller allowed, but Chandler appreciated them. He not only wanted to spend as much time with Monica as he could, but he wanted to spend as much time away from his thoughts as possible. It was too painful to think of his situation. It was too painful to remember that he was in love with someone who barely knew he existed.

As they ran though the lines again, Chandler tried to keep his mind off the inevitable. Instead, he attempted to not muddle the part he was playing at the moment. It was his only chance, and he wasn't going to allow his nervous habits to ruin it. He, as Alan, could touch her! Chandler swallowed hard, and began to run a finger down her pale cheek. It was so soft, like silk, and it left his finger throbbing for hours. It made him want to touch her more. Instead, he persevered as his character, cursing under his breath when the last scene was finished for the night.

Joey, Rachel, and Chandler walked through the large lot adjacent to the building. Joey spied a glance of Monica entering her trailer and laughed.

"Do you guys think she lives in there or something?"

Rachel laughed and shook her head. "Why would she need that?! She's a millionaire!"

"Yeah, true. Some people just don't know how to behave when they have all that money," Joey turned to Chandler, "Right, Buddy?"

Chandler didn't answer, but continued looking in the direction of her trailer.

"Uch, Chandler," Joey whined loudly, making Chandler look at him questioningly, "Don't tell me you still have the hots for her!"

Chandler tried his best to cover up his flushed cheeks. "What are you talking about? Of course I don't!"

"You look like you do!" Rachel replied teasingly.

"No, you look like you do!"

"Yeah," Rachel deadpanned, "Great comeback."

"Dude, take it from someone who knows," Joey coaxed, "She's not worth it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean come on! The most you're gonna get outta her is a good fuck."

"What? That's not true."

Rachel nodded sadly. "Come on, Chandler. You've heard the rumors."

"Yeah, but…how do you know they're true?!"

"Well, I don't…but I dunno…"

"I mean Joey told me you got the job by –"

"Dude!" Joey whispered harshly, "Don't say anything!"

Chandler looked away shamefully.

"What did he say?"

"That you slept with Ross."

Rachel looked offended.

"It's show business. Get over it, babe."

Rachel scoffed, "I know."

"See! It's not true about Rachel!"

"Yeah, but people have taken pictures of her having drinks with strange men, sneeking out of hotels…"

"You don't know that!"

"Chandler…" she looked away sadly.

"Come on, Rach, just let it be. It's a little crush. Sooner or later, he'll see the light and become…uncrushed."

"Poetic, man," Chandler stated flatly.

Joey smiled genuinely, "Thanks."

Rachel and Chandler shared an amused look.

The three of them trudged on through the lot, with Chandler continuing to filch glances at the trailer when no one was looking. After two minutes, Chandler saw a figure walk out the door and around the corner. Curious to find out if it was Monica, and, if so, where she was going, he stopped walking.

"Shit!"

"What is it?" Rachel wondered.

"I…uh, I left my coat inside the building."

"Really? You were wearing a coat? Why? I mean it's LA…"

"Yeah, well…I kinda get cold easily."

"Um, all right…" Rachel agreed, "Want us to wait?"

"Aww, but I'm hungry!" Joey complained.

"No, no, I'll be fine. Thanks you guys. I'll see ya tomorrow.

"See ya.

"Bye man."

Chandler turned around and began to walk back to the building, sneaking glances at Rachel and Joey over his shoulder. Finally, when he was unable to see them any longer, he turned to his right and headed over to the area behind the trailer, where he had seen the figure go. He looked around, but saw no trace of anyone. The lot seemed completely empty. However, after a moment, he spotted an empty warehouse, not too far from the spot he was standing.

As he entered the warehouse, he was surprised to see it in fairly good condition. After all, it was empty and, from the outside, looked as if it hadn't been used for some years now. He stopped a few feet from the entrance and looked around. At first glance, he seemed completely isolated. However, when he began to look around again, he noticed a figure sitting on a crate and staring out a window on the opposite side of the room. Cautiously, he approached the person, trying fruitlessly to stifle the sounds of his shoes hitting the floor that echoed through the empty room.

The person looked up, as Chandler approached. It was her! However, she was merely staring at him. As he got closer, it began to make him feel uneasy. Didn't she want to know why he was here? Wasn't she going to yell at him to leave? When he was only a few feet away from her, she turned around and began to look out the window again. Chandler picked up another crate and brought it closer to her, before sitting down.

She looked at him again. This time, he could tell she was studying him more closely. He tried to keep himself calm, but it was hard not to seem anxious. After a minute, he took out a cigarette and lit it. Then, he held out the pack to her.

"Want a cigarette?"

Monica studied the white package in his hand, and then looked into his eyes. Chandler fought the urge to look away.

"No thanks."

"Oh, okay then. Well, do you mind if I smoke in here?"

"No, go ahead," she answered in a monotonous voice, "Just don't drop it in here. This place is completely made out of wood."

Chandler chuckled. Then, there was silence again.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I was just looking for somewhere to take a smoke." He cringed at his terrible excuse.

"S'okay."

He took a long drag from his cigarette. "Wow, this place is pretty clean. I mean the other warehouses I've been in weren't…clean." He looked away, embarrassed of his lack of conversational skills.

"Yeah, I…cleaned it."

"Really? Why?"

She shrugged. "I was bored."

"Oh. So, um, do you come here often?"

"I'm just waiting for my brother to come out."

"I see. He's a great director, you know?"

"Sure."

"You, uh, don't think so?"

"No, I do!" she jumped up, "Don't go spreading that I don't think he is, okay?!"

Chandler was taken aback. "Uh…I - I won't. I'm sorry. I – wasn't planning on it."

Monica sighed. "Sorry. You just never know who's tracking you," she threw him a suspicious look, "You know?"

"Not really, since no one knows who I am," Then he added quickly, "But I can imagine."

"This your first movie?"

"Nah. It's just…all my other movies flopped."

"I've been there."

"R- really?"

"Well, what? Did you think I just walked into an audition one day and they just accepted me?"

"Well, no, just – "

"I started acting when I was 15. I didn't get my big break until I was 24. I'm 27 now."

"Oh. Well, I'm glad you did. You deserve it. You're…really talented."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, I mean, I have never acted with someone so amazing! I mean…I guess I don't have much to compare you to. Although, I did co-star with an Asian monkey named Yen."

Monica laughed. "Well, I guess I don't really hold much to a monkey."

"Oh this wasn't just any monkey. It was a monkey with a huge crush on me."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Monkey kisses…not so nice."

Monica chuckled again. "I could imagine."

Chandler laughed with her, until there was silence again. He took a few more puffs from his cigarette. Monica looked down at her watch.

"Oh wow, I should really get going. My brother's probably looking for me by now."

"Okay, well, uh, it was nice talking to you!"

"Yeah, yeah, you, too."

"I'll uh, see you tomorrow?"

"Yup. Tomorrow."

Chandler watched as Monica walked through the warehouse door and out of sight. He took a huge drag from his cigarette and then, forgetting there was no back to his seat, leaned backwards, falling off the crate. He just stayed there on the ground; that didn't matter. He had talked to Monica. He felt invisible.

Okay, well…yeah. I tried. To be continued soon. Please read and review, thanks. =)

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So, I decided to leave this part for the end, so I didn't scare everyone away, but HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YEN! =) Thaaaaat's right, it's our 10-month anniversary! (hey, Chandler and Monica celebrated their 10-month, but had to be seated at 11:30, had to get the chicken, and couldn't get desert, so why can't we celebrate?)  Now, some of you may be wondering what it's a 10-month anniversary of… (while, for the rest of you, this just confirms your suspicions that we are, in fact, lovers…we're not, by the way). It's been 10 months since we first met in that AIM chatroom with Jenni! Wow that was so long ago…back in the days when Yen was merely known as "Jenni #2".  Anyways, here's a montage of memories from my head straight to yours… (please don't lose all respect for for =p)

1) Meeting in Jenni's (the other Jenni) chat

2) Talking about Friends, The Lovely Bones, and other stuff

3) Being happy that Yen IM'ed me the next time she was online =)

4) Some stuff in between that I won't mention =/

5) Having my first drunken marriage proposal turned down

6) Jealous friends

7) Our first fight *sob*

8) Becoming Becca from volleyball

9) Having my second drunken marriage proposal turned down

10) Birthdays

11) Parting for three days when I was in DC and then again when Yen was at camp/I was in NYC

12) Having my third drunken marriage proposal accepted! =D (when are we getting married, anyways?)

13) The letters I got from Yen when I was in NYC! *squishes*

14) The cell phone incidents…

15) And of course, the next big step, x-mas pressies! =) Oh gosh, commitment…can't breath

That was fun. Heh. I think I lost everyone now. I probably should have waited until our one year to post this, but I was thinking about it in history (I know there are better things to think about, but it's hard to grasp a thought when your friend pulls your curls every 5 seconds and yells "boing!" every time. Oh, and when we're learning…which never happens, but whatever…she doesn't say it, but I know she's thinking it!) and I had to post it cuz I knew I'd forget. I think I'll just go… I got a bit carried away. *innocent*