Chapter 4- The Proposal
Takes place 6 months after Monica and Chandler moved in together, Monica
and Chandler going on vacation to Hawaii.
Monica smiled as she packed her Louis Vuitton luggage for her trip to Hawaii. She couldn't wait for this vacation, no cameras, no paparazzi, nothing to interrupt them from their most romantic week ever. Plus, she had never been to Hawaii, and was really excited to hang out on the beach. She had been really busy of late, and couldn't wait to spend a week with her boyfriend, who she hadn't seen in a couple of weeks and had only talked to on the phone. They had planned to leave today, at 12 p.m. from LAX. Monica zipped up her suitcase and grabbed her Marc Jacobs blue cashmere full length coat, for it was winter, and a small cold front had decided to make its way through LA.
Monica looked around, but then a paparazzi flashbulb went off and she retreated to looking at her Metropolitan Home magazine. She met Chandler at the terminal, and kissed him passionately; aware that almost the entire was staring at them. "Hi sweetie" Chandler smiled at her. "Hey" She whispered into his ear. "I've missed you." "Me too," Chandler whispered. "I can't wait for our trip." They were interrupted by the flight attendant, who called all first class passengers. They grabbed their luggage and walked aboard the plane. After the two hour trip to Honolulu, the happy couple exited the plane, with Chandler's hand behind Monica's back. They arrived at their hotel, the Hanalei Bay at about 3 that afternoon, and walked into the lavish suite that had been prepared for them.
There was one large bed, with fresh cut flowers and a bottle of wine, along with a huge Jacuzzi tub. It was beautiful and there was not a paparazzi in sight, so the couple were free to enjoy each other's company.
The week in Hawaii was an absolute blur for Monica and Chandler. They spent time on the beach every day, and went out to lavish dinners every night. It was the last night and Chandler had surprised Monica with hiking up a cliff and a romantic dinner at the top, overlooking the Bay. "Oh my God, Chandler," She cried. "It's so beautiful." Chandler smiled, he knew that it would be perfect, he had been contemplating asking her to marry him for a while now, but it just seemed like the perfect time. His Harry Winston engagement ring was in his pocket as they sat down to dinner. After their meal, he knew that it was time. He took her on the edge of the cliff, and, with some nerves, got down on one knee. "Monica," he looked up at her with a smile. "I thought that I would never meet someone who understood me in a way that you do, you always know what I am thinking, and there is no one out there more perfect for me than you. You make me feel like I matter, and someone cares about me. So Monica Geller, will you marry me?" Monica didn't even have to think about it. She loved him with all of her heart, and she couldn't wait for what was to come in their relationship. "Yes!" she smiled, on the verge of tears, and he slid the 5 carat Harry Winston on her finger. The rest of the evening, Chandler and Monica just sat on the cliff as the sun was setting and held each other. They didn't speak, they just sat and watched the sun set. Happiness didn't even begin to describe it. It was love, in its purest and most beautiful form. Flash! A paparazzo took a picture of the couple, it would probably be in the newspapers by tomorrow, and Monica sighed. More than anything right now she wanted to be an average person, and not to be followed everywhere she went. Little did she know, those photos would cause her more pain than anything yet in her young celebrity life.
-hey ppl, sorry about the wait, umm...I've had finals. Oh well, let me know how this one turned out. Gisele (
Monica smiled as she packed her Louis Vuitton luggage for her trip to Hawaii. She couldn't wait for this vacation, no cameras, no paparazzi, nothing to interrupt them from their most romantic week ever. Plus, she had never been to Hawaii, and was really excited to hang out on the beach. She had been really busy of late, and couldn't wait to spend a week with her boyfriend, who she hadn't seen in a couple of weeks and had only talked to on the phone. They had planned to leave today, at 12 p.m. from LAX. Monica zipped up her suitcase and grabbed her Marc Jacobs blue cashmere full length coat, for it was winter, and a small cold front had decided to make its way through LA.
Monica looked around, but then a paparazzi flashbulb went off and she retreated to looking at her Metropolitan Home magazine. She met Chandler at the terminal, and kissed him passionately; aware that almost the entire was staring at them. "Hi sweetie" Chandler smiled at her. "Hey" She whispered into his ear. "I've missed you." "Me too," Chandler whispered. "I can't wait for our trip." They were interrupted by the flight attendant, who called all first class passengers. They grabbed their luggage and walked aboard the plane. After the two hour trip to Honolulu, the happy couple exited the plane, with Chandler's hand behind Monica's back. They arrived at their hotel, the Hanalei Bay at about 3 that afternoon, and walked into the lavish suite that had been prepared for them.
There was one large bed, with fresh cut flowers and a bottle of wine, along with a huge Jacuzzi tub. It was beautiful and there was not a paparazzi in sight, so the couple were free to enjoy each other's company.
The week in Hawaii was an absolute blur for Monica and Chandler. They spent time on the beach every day, and went out to lavish dinners every night. It was the last night and Chandler had surprised Monica with hiking up a cliff and a romantic dinner at the top, overlooking the Bay. "Oh my God, Chandler," She cried. "It's so beautiful." Chandler smiled, he knew that it would be perfect, he had been contemplating asking her to marry him for a while now, but it just seemed like the perfect time. His Harry Winston engagement ring was in his pocket as they sat down to dinner. After their meal, he knew that it was time. He took her on the edge of the cliff, and, with some nerves, got down on one knee. "Monica," he looked up at her with a smile. "I thought that I would never meet someone who understood me in a way that you do, you always know what I am thinking, and there is no one out there more perfect for me than you. You make me feel like I matter, and someone cares about me. So Monica Geller, will you marry me?" Monica didn't even have to think about it. She loved him with all of her heart, and she couldn't wait for what was to come in their relationship. "Yes!" she smiled, on the verge of tears, and he slid the 5 carat Harry Winston on her finger. The rest of the evening, Chandler and Monica just sat on the cliff as the sun was setting and held each other. They didn't speak, they just sat and watched the sun set. Happiness didn't even begin to describe it. It was love, in its purest and most beautiful form. Flash! A paparazzo took a picture of the couple, it would probably be in the newspapers by tomorrow, and Monica sighed. More than anything right now she wanted to be an average person, and not to be followed everywhere she went. Little did she know, those photos would cause her more pain than anything yet in her young celebrity life.
-hey ppl, sorry about the wait, umm...I've had finals. Oh well, let me know how this one turned out. Gisele (