AN: told ya i'd get it up soon! I have too many ideas for this fic and I
don't know which way to go! Oh and don't worry, it's not gonna be a C&R
fic, it will probably end up being a mondler fic in the end so yea.
Two hours later, Chandler emerged from the small studio and walked out into the parking lot. He walked over to his convertible and hopped in, not bothering to open the door. For some unknown reason, he was unbelievably happy. Almost everything in his life was great, he had made new friends in the area that were great, he had an over the top fantasic job, he had enough money that he was set for life, he had a terrific girlfriend that was also an actress, everything was going his way. The only thing that he would fix if he could was his old friends, he wished that he still lived across the hall in the tiny little apartment with Joey, he wished they were still the six friends that they were so many years ago, he wished things could be the same between them. Ever since the day he caught Ross and Rachel kissing on his couch, life just wasn't the same. He quickly forgave Ross though, why, he did not know. Rachel he couldn't forgive that easy, she had been in a relationship with him at the time, he thought she was different. After a while he *had* forgiven her but never got a chance to tell her, she never came to visit, whenever he called, she was never there. He had told the other guys to tell her but he didn't know if they had or not.
He quickly glanced down at his watch and saw that it was getting close to 1:00 PM. On top of writing screenplays and books, he also frequently played tennis with his friends. He had told them that he would meet them at 1:30 at a court across town. The shoot had run long and he was quickly running out of time. He started his car and took off out of the parking lot, flying down the streets with the rest of Hollywood.
15 minutes later and he was there. He got out of his car and walked around to the trunk to grab his sport bag that carried his shirt, shorts, a change of socks and his tennis shoes. He also grabbed the bag that carried his racket and ran off towards the courts. He spotted his three friends and ran over to them. All three of them were guys, two of them were actors, Alex and Jim, and the other one was a guitarist and did vocals in a pretty well known band, Steve.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late, shoot ran long." Chandler said as he jogged over to them.
"That's ok, I was late getting here too." Steve said as he tied his shoe.
"Ok well I have to go change, I'll be back in like five minutes, don't start without me!" Chandler yelled as he ran towards the bathrooms.
Three hours, a good time, and they were done. They had played until they were as tired as dogs. They all were lying down on the various benches in the shade, hiding from the hot California sun.
"Ok...I'm outa here, I got to get to the set!" Alex said as he got up, said goodbye to everybody, and walked away.
"Yea, I got to get going too! I have a date tonight and I still have a bunch of stuff to do!" Jim said as he gathered his stuff and ran to catch up to Alex.
"So...just you and me..." Chandler said, looking over to where Steve lay.
"Yep, just you and me..."
"So, hows the band doing?" Chandler asked, intent on starting a conversation.
"Great, we're doing a circut next week, we leave on Tuesday, and then once we're done with that, we're going right into a tour with, I think, two other bands." Steve said as he sat up.
"Yea? Sounds like things are going good for you."
"Yup, so how are things on your rampage of life?" Steve asked, curious to see all the excitment of his friends life.
"Great, although my agent just called while I was shooting the commercial and told me that I have a deadline for a script for a commercial next week. I've never done a commercial in my life and I never said I would, I think she might have been high." He replied, giving a light laugh.
"Well, that's life for ya! Whoa! Look at the time, I forgot I have a meeting with the band and some peole that are sponsering the tour in like half an hour, I'm outta here! I'll see ya around!" Steve said as he ran off to his car.
Chandler looked around him at the lack of people. 'Why am I always the last to leave?' He thought to himself as he peeled himself off the ground. He grabbed his two bags and walked to his car.
"Ah, home sweet home!" He said as he pulled into the driveway of his enormous house. He parked the car and walked to the front door. Unlocking it, he walked inside. He lived all by himself so the house was deathly quiet. He threw his keys in a dish by the door and ran upstairs to get ready for his date with Nicky. They had been going out for nine months, and so far, things were going great. They fit perfectly together, everything about them matched. He was actually starting to think that she just might be 'the one'.
Half an hour and a shower later, he was up in his room getting dressed. He wore a grey suit made of the softest material and a black silk shirt, but not the shiny kind of silk, the smooth, soft kind that feels like butter when you run it between your fingers. It was Nicky's favorite shirt. He put some product in his hair and gave it a messy look. He sprayed on some of the best smelling colonge, took one last look in the miror, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
He still had about ten minutes before he had to go pick her up so he got a bottle of water out of the fridge and sat on a barstool, facing the hugh glass window that covered an entire wall of his kitchen. The window looked out onto the beach with an amazing sea behind it. The sun was just setting so it gave the ocean the most amazing look.
He was just about to take a sip of water when there was a knock at the door. He put the bottle down, walked to the door, and opened it. Behind it stood Monica, Phoebe, Ross, Joey and Rachel.
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Ok, I'm too tired to go on! If there are any spelling mistakes i'm sorry but this program does not have spell check and I can't find ALL of them! Oh well, g'night and PLEASE REVIEW! It takes what? 2 minutes?
Two hours later, Chandler emerged from the small studio and walked out into the parking lot. He walked over to his convertible and hopped in, not bothering to open the door. For some unknown reason, he was unbelievably happy. Almost everything in his life was great, he had made new friends in the area that were great, he had an over the top fantasic job, he had enough money that he was set for life, he had a terrific girlfriend that was also an actress, everything was going his way. The only thing that he would fix if he could was his old friends, he wished that he still lived across the hall in the tiny little apartment with Joey, he wished they were still the six friends that they were so many years ago, he wished things could be the same between them. Ever since the day he caught Ross and Rachel kissing on his couch, life just wasn't the same. He quickly forgave Ross though, why, he did not know. Rachel he couldn't forgive that easy, she had been in a relationship with him at the time, he thought she was different. After a while he *had* forgiven her but never got a chance to tell her, she never came to visit, whenever he called, she was never there. He had told the other guys to tell her but he didn't know if they had or not.
He quickly glanced down at his watch and saw that it was getting close to 1:00 PM. On top of writing screenplays and books, he also frequently played tennis with his friends. He had told them that he would meet them at 1:30 at a court across town. The shoot had run long and he was quickly running out of time. He started his car and took off out of the parking lot, flying down the streets with the rest of Hollywood.
15 minutes later and he was there. He got out of his car and walked around to the trunk to grab his sport bag that carried his shirt, shorts, a change of socks and his tennis shoes. He also grabbed the bag that carried his racket and ran off towards the courts. He spotted his three friends and ran over to them. All three of them were guys, two of them were actors, Alex and Jim, and the other one was a guitarist and did vocals in a pretty well known band, Steve.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late, shoot ran long." Chandler said as he jogged over to them.
"That's ok, I was late getting here too." Steve said as he tied his shoe.
"Ok well I have to go change, I'll be back in like five minutes, don't start without me!" Chandler yelled as he ran towards the bathrooms.
Three hours, a good time, and they were done. They had played until they were as tired as dogs. They all were lying down on the various benches in the shade, hiding from the hot California sun.
"Ok...I'm outa here, I got to get to the set!" Alex said as he got up, said goodbye to everybody, and walked away.
"Yea, I got to get going too! I have a date tonight and I still have a bunch of stuff to do!" Jim said as he gathered his stuff and ran to catch up to Alex.
"So...just you and me..." Chandler said, looking over to where Steve lay.
"Yep, just you and me..."
"So, hows the band doing?" Chandler asked, intent on starting a conversation.
"Great, we're doing a circut next week, we leave on Tuesday, and then once we're done with that, we're going right into a tour with, I think, two other bands." Steve said as he sat up.
"Yea? Sounds like things are going good for you."
"Yup, so how are things on your rampage of life?" Steve asked, curious to see all the excitment of his friends life.
"Great, although my agent just called while I was shooting the commercial and told me that I have a deadline for a script for a commercial next week. I've never done a commercial in my life and I never said I would, I think she might have been high." He replied, giving a light laugh.
"Well, that's life for ya! Whoa! Look at the time, I forgot I have a meeting with the band and some peole that are sponsering the tour in like half an hour, I'm outta here! I'll see ya around!" Steve said as he ran off to his car.
Chandler looked around him at the lack of people. 'Why am I always the last to leave?' He thought to himself as he peeled himself off the ground. He grabbed his two bags and walked to his car.
"Ah, home sweet home!" He said as he pulled into the driveway of his enormous house. He parked the car and walked to the front door. Unlocking it, he walked inside. He lived all by himself so the house was deathly quiet. He threw his keys in a dish by the door and ran upstairs to get ready for his date with Nicky. They had been going out for nine months, and so far, things were going great. They fit perfectly together, everything about them matched. He was actually starting to think that she just might be 'the one'.
Half an hour and a shower later, he was up in his room getting dressed. He wore a grey suit made of the softest material and a black silk shirt, but not the shiny kind of silk, the smooth, soft kind that feels like butter when you run it between your fingers. It was Nicky's favorite shirt. He put some product in his hair and gave it a messy look. He sprayed on some of the best smelling colonge, took one last look in the miror, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
He still had about ten minutes before he had to go pick her up so he got a bottle of water out of the fridge and sat on a barstool, facing the hugh glass window that covered an entire wall of his kitchen. The window looked out onto the beach with an amazing sea behind it. The sun was just setting so it gave the ocean the most amazing look.
He was just about to take a sip of water when there was a knock at the door. He put the bottle down, walked to the door, and opened it. Behind it stood Monica, Phoebe, Ross, Joey and Rachel.
T B C
Ok, I'm too tired to go on! If there are any spelling mistakes i'm sorry but this program does not have spell check and I can't find ALL of them! Oh well, g'night and PLEASE REVIEW! It takes what? 2 minutes?
