Old Friends, New Feelings
AN: I know, it has been a loooong time. But I have been busy (not really) and I thought this story really sucked. Now, reading over it, I realized it hasn't been THAT bad, and I'm going to try to start it back up again. I don't know how much time I'll have to update it, with softball, volleyball, schoolwork, and soccer, but we'll see. Plus, I write in a completely different style now. So, I'll add this last chapter, see how it goes, and then go from there.
Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten it by now, you never will
Chapter 5
As soon as she had closed the door, Monica sank down to the floor, leaning against it. She had no idea what was going on. It was as if that one kiss had twisted her whole mind around and she had trouble even standing up.
Of course it had felt good, amazing even, but it was Chandler! Her friend, the one who people always thought was gay, the one who's toe she had once cut off for god's sake! He was the joker, the entertainer of the group. She had never imagined the possibility of him being more.
But yet, after that kiss, the image of going back to being just friends was even harder to picture.
Chandler stared at the door, amazed. He didn't know what had just come over him. For once in his life, he was speechless. Even if other people had witnessed the event, he wouldn't have had a joke to crack. That kiss had awoken every emotion inside him, hidden since his parent's divorce. And she had done that
He felt like an idiot for scaring her off. He should have done or said something. They needed to work this out, he wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing... what she had meant by that kiss, whether it had reflected his own feelings, what she wanted to do about this.
He raised his hand to knock just as the door opened.
AN: I know it's really short. I just need feedback on it. If I get enough interest then the next chapter will be much longer
AN: I know, it has been a loooong time. But I have been busy (not really) and I thought this story really sucked. Now, reading over it, I realized it hasn't been THAT bad, and I'm going to try to start it back up again. I don't know how much time I'll have to update it, with softball, volleyball, schoolwork, and soccer, but we'll see. Plus, I write in a completely different style now. So, I'll add this last chapter, see how it goes, and then go from there.
Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten it by now, you never will
Chapter 5
As soon as she had closed the door, Monica sank down to the floor, leaning against it. She had no idea what was going on. It was as if that one kiss had twisted her whole mind around and she had trouble even standing up.
Of course it had felt good, amazing even, but it was Chandler! Her friend, the one who people always thought was gay, the one who's toe she had once cut off for god's sake! He was the joker, the entertainer of the group. She had never imagined the possibility of him being more.
But yet, after that kiss, the image of going back to being just friends was even harder to picture.
Chandler stared at the door, amazed. He didn't know what had just come over him. For once in his life, he was speechless. Even if other people had witnessed the event, he wouldn't have had a joke to crack. That kiss had awoken every emotion inside him, hidden since his parent's divorce. And she had done that
He felt like an idiot for scaring her off. He should have done or said something. They needed to work this out, he wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing... what she had meant by that kiss, whether it had reflected his own feelings, what she wanted to do about this.
He raised his hand to knock just as the door opened.
AN: I know it's really short. I just need feedback on it. If I get enough interest then the next chapter will be much longer