A/N Yep look at me updating all quickly. And to Heather, nope you're wrong
on nearly accounts –nods- All the stuff between the ~*~ is the song
lyrics.
Disclaimer: Yup I don't own any of them. There's also a song used in this chapter called "Is It You" by Dana Glover, and you guessed it I don't own that either.
"You're kidding, right?" the man sniggered behind his form, and she felt a wash of sadness overtake her.
"Well, I'm very eager to learn, and a hard worker."
She made one last desperate attempt but seeing she was getting nowhere, she stood up, desperately trying to hold back the tears and managed a "Thanks for your time," before she ran out of the room.
Six interviews. Six interviews in the past week, for every job imaginable, and she had been laughed out of all of them.
He'd been so understanding, he said the right things, made her feel better, but the brick wall was slowly building up in between them.
So many times she'd been rejected, by her father, her sister, her friends, now the interviews, yet it still stung as badly as it did the very first time.
Defeated, she walked into his apartment, his turned to her, his eyes alight with hope, his face full of expectations, but Phoebe shook her head lightly.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, her gaze dropping to the ground, staring intently at her new shoes, so shiny and clean. They were beautiful, but they felt so alien on her feet.
She didn't belong in this world. She didn't belong in any world.
"Phoebe?"
She vaguely heard his voice creeping into her mind, his voice was so filled with kindness and sincerity, but to Phoebe, this sudden overwhelming rush of emotions was too much. Her soul had lain numb for so long it couldn't cope.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, and Chandler took a step forward, gently raising her eyes to meet his own, only to see her eyes a wash of sadness, filled with tears desperate to escape.
He searched so desperately for a smile behind the sadness, but deep down he knew it wasn't there.
As Phoebe turned and walked slowly from the apartment, shutting the door silently behind her, he let himself slumped to the floor, leaning back on the fridge for support.
He so badly wanted to save her, to save Phoebe from herself, but he knew he could never do that if she didn't want to be saved.
***
She sat on the steps to the building, not having anywhere else to go.
She sat watching the people as they walked past. Somewhere to go, someone to see. They meant something to somebody.
Phoebe didn't. She was nobody.
***
They had all tried to accept Phoebe into the group unquestionably, for Chandler more than anything. It was clear to all of them that for some reason, this girl meant so much to him.
She joined them in Central Perk and Monica's apartment, they invited her out with them, yet Rachel always got the distinct impression she'd rather be somewhere else.
As she strolled along the street, clutching her shopping bags close to her, her nerves still not restored after her mugging, she became distinctly aware of someone watching her, trying to keep her calm her eyes flicked around, from one side of the street to another. That was when she saw her. The blonde hair was unmistakable, as she pushed it back behind her ears. Rachel saw a glimpse of a tear, as the sunlight bounced off it.
"Phoebe?" she said, and walked over, placing herself next to Phoebe on the steps. "You okay?"
"Uh... yeah."
"You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to convince me," Rachel said, shocked to see a small smile break out over Phoebe's face.
"Do you... do you ever feel like you don't belong?" she asked, squinting as the spring sunshine glared in her face.
Rachel thought for a moment. "I used to. When I first moved in with Monica I guess... but after time the feeling goes away."
"I suppose so."
"Sorry, I'm not great at this sort of thing, you really need Monica..."
"No... no you were a help... more than you know."
With that Phoebe stood up, and paused for a moment, turning to look at the building. 'The feeling goes away.'
And after all, love was just a feeling, right?
She didn't belong here, with these people, in posh shiny shoes and a nice apartment. This wasn't her; she knew that; she just didn't know what was her.
But that was something she'd have to find out on her own.
And she started to walk down the street.
***
"Did you see which way she went?" Chandler said, as he met Rachel, still sat on the steps.
"What?" Rachel mumbled.
"Phoebe?" His voice rose with urgency. "Which way did she go?"
"Leave her Chandler." Rachel stood up, grabbing his arm. "Please?" Chandler looked at Rachel's eyes, which were pleading with him, her face the picture of desperation. "Please?"
"I... I can't," he sighed. "I'm sorry."
Rachel gave a nod down the road. "That way," she sighed. "She went that way."
"Thanks Rach," Chandler smiled. "Really."
With that he dashed off after her.
***
~*~There is something that I see, In the way you look at me, There's a smile, there's a truth, In your eyes,~*~
"Thought I might find you here," Chandler sat down next to Phoebe on the ground, where he had first seen her, what seemed like years ago.
"You know me too well." Phoebe smiled.
"I don't know you at all." Chandler looked at her, his face worried, but his eyes giving away his happiness as they sparkled a sea of blue.
~*~But in an unexpected way, On this unexpected day, Could it be this is where I belong? Is it you I have loved all along?~*~
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" Chandler replied plainly, and Phoebe was at a loss for words.
"Uh... for running away... again."
"Oh, then I'm sorry. For coming after you again."
"Don't apologise... I never expected... I mean..."
"Phoebe," he said softly, "Listen, I don't know what it is... but I can't... I need to be with you. I'm different when I'm with you. I'm not ready to give that up. I'm not ready to give you up."
Phoebe didn't reply. Small droplets of rain began to fall, and Phoebe leaned in, so close that even the rain couldn't pass between the two. She could feel his breath on her face, warm and tingly, his eyes so close they were just a blur.
~*~No more mystery, it is finally clear to me, You're the home my heart searched for so long, It is you I have loved all along.~*~
"Promise me something," she murmured, their lips almost touching. "Never give up on me."
"Promise," Chandler said, a smile breaking out over his face, relieving it of worry. With that he pressed his lips against hers, and for the first time, he saw the real Phoebe. There she was, exposed, just as she was, and he loved her just the same.
~*~There were times I ran to hide, Afraid to show the other side, Alone in the night, without you.~*~
"Phoebe." He pulled back momentarily, "I love you," he said, shocking even himself as he said it, but hearing the words out loud, nothing had ever sounded so right in his life, and he knew at that moment he was speaking the truth.
~*~Now I know just who you are, And I know you hold my heart, Finally this is where I belong, It is you I have loved all along.~*~
"Chandler," she mumbled, terrified of saying the words she had hidden from for so long, but knowing that now, the time had finally come, "I love you too."
***
"Monica?" Rachel burst into her apartment. "Mon, you here?"
Monica walked out of her bedroom. "What's wrong sweetie?"
"Monica... it was her... it was Phoebe..."
"What was?" Monica asked, confusedly, and Rachel took a breath.
"My mugger... it was her." REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: Yup I don't own any of them. There's also a song used in this chapter called "Is It You" by Dana Glover, and you guessed it I don't own that either.
"You're kidding, right?" the man sniggered behind his form, and she felt a wash of sadness overtake her.
"Well, I'm very eager to learn, and a hard worker."
She made one last desperate attempt but seeing she was getting nowhere, she stood up, desperately trying to hold back the tears and managed a "Thanks for your time," before she ran out of the room.
Six interviews. Six interviews in the past week, for every job imaginable, and she had been laughed out of all of them.
He'd been so understanding, he said the right things, made her feel better, but the brick wall was slowly building up in between them.
So many times she'd been rejected, by her father, her sister, her friends, now the interviews, yet it still stung as badly as it did the very first time.
Defeated, she walked into his apartment, his turned to her, his eyes alight with hope, his face full of expectations, but Phoebe shook her head lightly.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, her gaze dropping to the ground, staring intently at her new shoes, so shiny and clean. They were beautiful, but they felt so alien on her feet.
She didn't belong in this world. She didn't belong in any world.
"Phoebe?"
She vaguely heard his voice creeping into her mind, his voice was so filled with kindness and sincerity, but to Phoebe, this sudden overwhelming rush of emotions was too much. Her soul had lain numb for so long it couldn't cope.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, and Chandler took a step forward, gently raising her eyes to meet his own, only to see her eyes a wash of sadness, filled with tears desperate to escape.
He searched so desperately for a smile behind the sadness, but deep down he knew it wasn't there.
As Phoebe turned and walked slowly from the apartment, shutting the door silently behind her, he let himself slumped to the floor, leaning back on the fridge for support.
He so badly wanted to save her, to save Phoebe from herself, but he knew he could never do that if she didn't want to be saved.
***
She sat on the steps to the building, not having anywhere else to go.
She sat watching the people as they walked past. Somewhere to go, someone to see. They meant something to somebody.
Phoebe didn't. She was nobody.
***
They had all tried to accept Phoebe into the group unquestionably, for Chandler more than anything. It was clear to all of them that for some reason, this girl meant so much to him.
She joined them in Central Perk and Monica's apartment, they invited her out with them, yet Rachel always got the distinct impression she'd rather be somewhere else.
As she strolled along the street, clutching her shopping bags close to her, her nerves still not restored after her mugging, she became distinctly aware of someone watching her, trying to keep her calm her eyes flicked around, from one side of the street to another. That was when she saw her. The blonde hair was unmistakable, as she pushed it back behind her ears. Rachel saw a glimpse of a tear, as the sunlight bounced off it.
"Phoebe?" she said, and walked over, placing herself next to Phoebe on the steps. "You okay?"
"Uh... yeah."
"You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to convince me," Rachel said, shocked to see a small smile break out over Phoebe's face.
"Do you... do you ever feel like you don't belong?" she asked, squinting as the spring sunshine glared in her face.
Rachel thought for a moment. "I used to. When I first moved in with Monica I guess... but after time the feeling goes away."
"I suppose so."
"Sorry, I'm not great at this sort of thing, you really need Monica..."
"No... no you were a help... more than you know."
With that Phoebe stood up, and paused for a moment, turning to look at the building. 'The feeling goes away.'
And after all, love was just a feeling, right?
She didn't belong here, with these people, in posh shiny shoes and a nice apartment. This wasn't her; she knew that; she just didn't know what was her.
But that was something she'd have to find out on her own.
And she started to walk down the street.
***
"Did you see which way she went?" Chandler said, as he met Rachel, still sat on the steps.
"What?" Rachel mumbled.
"Phoebe?" His voice rose with urgency. "Which way did she go?"
"Leave her Chandler." Rachel stood up, grabbing his arm. "Please?" Chandler looked at Rachel's eyes, which were pleading with him, her face the picture of desperation. "Please?"
"I... I can't," he sighed. "I'm sorry."
Rachel gave a nod down the road. "That way," she sighed. "She went that way."
"Thanks Rach," Chandler smiled. "Really."
With that he dashed off after her.
***
~*~There is something that I see, In the way you look at me, There's a smile, there's a truth, In your eyes,~*~
"Thought I might find you here," Chandler sat down next to Phoebe on the ground, where he had first seen her, what seemed like years ago.
"You know me too well." Phoebe smiled.
"I don't know you at all." Chandler looked at her, his face worried, but his eyes giving away his happiness as they sparkled a sea of blue.
~*~But in an unexpected way, On this unexpected day, Could it be this is where I belong? Is it you I have loved all along?~*~
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" Chandler replied plainly, and Phoebe was at a loss for words.
"Uh... for running away... again."
"Oh, then I'm sorry. For coming after you again."
"Don't apologise... I never expected... I mean..."
"Phoebe," he said softly, "Listen, I don't know what it is... but I can't... I need to be with you. I'm different when I'm with you. I'm not ready to give that up. I'm not ready to give you up."
Phoebe didn't reply. Small droplets of rain began to fall, and Phoebe leaned in, so close that even the rain couldn't pass between the two. She could feel his breath on her face, warm and tingly, his eyes so close they were just a blur.
~*~No more mystery, it is finally clear to me, You're the home my heart searched for so long, It is you I have loved all along.~*~
"Promise me something," she murmured, their lips almost touching. "Never give up on me."
"Promise," Chandler said, a smile breaking out over his face, relieving it of worry. With that he pressed his lips against hers, and for the first time, he saw the real Phoebe. There she was, exposed, just as she was, and he loved her just the same.
~*~There were times I ran to hide, Afraid to show the other side, Alone in the night, without you.~*~
"Phoebe." He pulled back momentarily, "I love you," he said, shocking even himself as he said it, but hearing the words out loud, nothing had ever sounded so right in his life, and he knew at that moment he was speaking the truth.
~*~Now I know just who you are, And I know you hold my heart, Finally this is where I belong, It is you I have loved all along.~*~
"Chandler," she mumbled, terrified of saying the words she had hidden from for so long, but knowing that now, the time had finally come, "I love you too."
***
"Monica?" Rachel burst into her apartment. "Mon, you here?"
Monica walked out of her bedroom. "What's wrong sweetie?"
"Monica... it was her... it was Phoebe..."
"What was?" Monica asked, confusedly, and Rachel took a breath.
"My mugger... it was her." REVIEW!!!
