Hey, glad you liked the last chapter, and here's the second one. There will
be mostly Chandler and Rachel in this one, with the other friends in it of
course but not as much.
Chapter Two: Why did he leave in the First Place?
Chandler sat in the cab and watched as it rolled down the streets of Long Island. He was certain that when he got there that they would all love to see him, that they would all be excited, but he was also certain (luckily) that his mother was staying in her house on Prince Edward Island for 'inspiration' at the moment so that he wouldn't have to worry about seeing her.
He felt really bad about leaving without telling his friends, they were his bff's he should be able to tell them anything, but what was he supposed to say, "Hey Ross, I'm in love with your little sister," and "Hey Mon, dump the guy you love because I love you"? He didn't think that that was a good idea. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to feel this way and not go completely crazy because she didn't feel the same.
The cab stopped in front of a very large, red brick house with white shutters and beautiful green grass. Getting his bags out of the trunk, Chandler made his way up the walk and rang the doorbell.
A woman, around sixty, and in a maid's outfit, answered the door. Her eyes widened and sparkled at the sight of him.
"Master Chandler," she said happily stepping out of the way so that he could come in, "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since you moved to the city for college."
"Yeah," Chandler smiled at the maid who had practically raised him along with the butler and the chef. "It's great to see you again, Caroline," he told her, "I'm sorry I didn't call or anything to tell you how I was."
"That's alright, Master Chandler," she replied excitedly, "It's just great to see you again." Then she yelled over her shoulder towards the kitchen, "Donny, Ben, Master Chandler is here!"
Seconds later the butler Donny, clad in a black tuxedo and tails, and Ben the chef, clad in white pants, a white jacket and a chef's hat came down the hall and hurried towards them.
"Master Chandler," Ben said smiling, "It's so good to see you. I'll make you your favorite for supper tonight, macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs."
Ben smiled and hurried back to the kitchen.
"I'll take your bags to your room, Master Chandler," Donny said taking Chandler's bags, "And it's quite excellent to see you again." He started to quickly climb the stairs.
"Master Chandler," Caroline said, noting the saddened expression on his face, "What's wrong, are you okay?"
Chandler suddenly felt like he was a young kid again, telling Caroline everything as he helped her clean the house and told her all about his friends, and about Monica and finally Richard.
"So Rachel agreed not to tell anyone that I was leaving and to distract them while I got all my stuff." He told her, "I told my secretary not to let any of my friends into my office except Rachel and she agreed to it. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay away from them, though."
Caroline smiled at him, "Whether you like it or not, Master Chandler, eventually you are going to have to go and tell them what is going on. They are your friends and they love you and I'm sure they're all really worried.
"What do you mean Chandler is gone!" Ross asked as the friends all looked from one to another in shock. It didn't take them long to realize that Rachel was just sitting looking down, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Rachel," Monica asked, her eyes also filled with tears that Chandler had left, "Do you know what's going on? Do you know where Chandler is?"
Rachel looked at them and wiped her eyes, "No, I don't know where he is." This was the truth. She was to stop by Chandler's office the next morning and he would give her the address of where he was staying. But other than that, she had no clue. Maybe a hotel or something.
"I-I've got to go to bed," Rachel got up and rushed to her room, slamming the door behind her and falling down on her bed, falling asleep in her clothes.
Monica looked around the silent apartment. She couldn't believe it. Her apartment, her friends, had never before been so quiet, mainly because Chandler was always making them laugh.
"Why would he do this?" Phoebe cried, hugging Joey tight, "Why would he leave us?"
"Oh, come on," Richard said, with a tone of slight disdain, "You're talking about this like Chandler is the only thing that keeps you guys alive. If he wants to leave than who cares? I'm sure that in a couple months you'll forget all about him."
None of them could believe their ears, least of all Monica, how could Richard talk like this?
"Get out," Monica said in almost a whisper.
Richard's eyes widened, "What?" he asked, clearly shocked.
"Get out!" Monica yelled pointing towards the door. Tears spilling down her cheeks, she ran into her bedroom and slammed the door.
Rachel, in the next room, heard Monica screaming and the door slam and cringed.
Ross sat in a chair opposite and a little down the hall from Chandler's secretary's cubicle, when he saw the elevator open and Rachel come out. He knew that she would be leaving again because Cindy, Chandler's secretary, had only minutes earlier told him that Chandler hadn't come in that day. So when he overheard Cindy telling Rachel that Chandler was in his office, the least to say is he was surprised.
"What do you mean that Cindy lied to you but told Rachel that Chandler was in his office?" Monica asked. "It doesn't make any sense."
"Oh, yes it does," Ross said angrily, "Chandler and Rachel are seeing each other that's what's going on. He didn't want me to be mad so he ran and Rachel is going to see him wherever it is that he goes. How could he do this to me?"
"Okay, Ross," Phoebe said, holding her hands up, "I highly doubt that Chandler and Rachel are seeing each other the way that you're talking about. But I don't doubt that Chandler told Rachel what made him leave and that she's visiting him and knows where he is."
"That sounds way more likely," Monica agreed, and was relieved to see that Ross had considered it and was nodding also, "But that brings us back to the real question; why did he leave in the first place?"
Rachel sat in a chair on the opposite side of Chandler's desk, looking at him with saddened eyes.
"Everyone is really upset," she told him, and he looked down at the ground sadly, "Monica yelled at Richard to get out of the apartment yesterday. He must have said something that she didn't like."
"Do you think that in time I can get over her and come back?" Chandler asked in a hushed voice.
"I don't think that you'll get over her, no," Rachel replied honestly reaching over and taking Chandler's hand in hers, "But I think that you can learn to accept this, and will be able to come back after her and Richard break up which, by the sound of Mon last night, might actually be pretty soon. But it doesn't matter, not right now. Right now all that matters is that we work through this. Everything that you're feeling." She smiled.
Chandler smiled, for the first time in five months his smile wasn't fake, and he silently thanked Rachel for it. He reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a piece of paper with an address on it.
"I'm staying at my mum's house on Long Island." He told her, "Here's the address."
Rachel took the slip of paper and smiled. "Thanks," she got up from her seat and kissed Chandler on the cheek before moving towards the door, "I've got to get to work. I'll come by as soon as I can get out of the tight-nit group that'll probably be tighter now just so that they can make sure that nobody else gets up and leaves."
Chandler smiled faintly.
"Bye." He said.
"Bye," Rachel waved her hand and then she was gone.
Okay, I know that this chapter was pretty short so sorry, but I hope you liked it and please review.
Chapter Two: Why did he leave in the First Place?
Chandler sat in the cab and watched as it rolled down the streets of Long Island. He was certain that when he got there that they would all love to see him, that they would all be excited, but he was also certain (luckily) that his mother was staying in her house on Prince Edward Island for 'inspiration' at the moment so that he wouldn't have to worry about seeing her.
He felt really bad about leaving without telling his friends, they were his bff's he should be able to tell them anything, but what was he supposed to say, "Hey Ross, I'm in love with your little sister," and "Hey Mon, dump the guy you love because I love you"? He didn't think that that was a good idea. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to feel this way and not go completely crazy because she didn't feel the same.
The cab stopped in front of a very large, red brick house with white shutters and beautiful green grass. Getting his bags out of the trunk, Chandler made his way up the walk and rang the doorbell.
A woman, around sixty, and in a maid's outfit, answered the door. Her eyes widened and sparkled at the sight of him.
"Master Chandler," she said happily stepping out of the way so that he could come in, "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since you moved to the city for college."
"Yeah," Chandler smiled at the maid who had practically raised him along with the butler and the chef. "It's great to see you again, Caroline," he told her, "I'm sorry I didn't call or anything to tell you how I was."
"That's alright, Master Chandler," she replied excitedly, "It's just great to see you again." Then she yelled over her shoulder towards the kitchen, "Donny, Ben, Master Chandler is here!"
Seconds later the butler Donny, clad in a black tuxedo and tails, and Ben the chef, clad in white pants, a white jacket and a chef's hat came down the hall and hurried towards them.
"Master Chandler," Ben said smiling, "It's so good to see you. I'll make you your favorite for supper tonight, macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs."
Ben smiled and hurried back to the kitchen.
"I'll take your bags to your room, Master Chandler," Donny said taking Chandler's bags, "And it's quite excellent to see you again." He started to quickly climb the stairs.
"Master Chandler," Caroline said, noting the saddened expression on his face, "What's wrong, are you okay?"
Chandler suddenly felt like he was a young kid again, telling Caroline everything as he helped her clean the house and told her all about his friends, and about Monica and finally Richard.
"So Rachel agreed not to tell anyone that I was leaving and to distract them while I got all my stuff." He told her, "I told my secretary not to let any of my friends into my office except Rachel and she agreed to it. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay away from them, though."
Caroline smiled at him, "Whether you like it or not, Master Chandler, eventually you are going to have to go and tell them what is going on. They are your friends and they love you and I'm sure they're all really worried.
"What do you mean Chandler is gone!" Ross asked as the friends all looked from one to another in shock. It didn't take them long to realize that Rachel was just sitting looking down, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Rachel," Monica asked, her eyes also filled with tears that Chandler had left, "Do you know what's going on? Do you know where Chandler is?"
Rachel looked at them and wiped her eyes, "No, I don't know where he is." This was the truth. She was to stop by Chandler's office the next morning and he would give her the address of where he was staying. But other than that, she had no clue. Maybe a hotel or something.
"I-I've got to go to bed," Rachel got up and rushed to her room, slamming the door behind her and falling down on her bed, falling asleep in her clothes.
Monica looked around the silent apartment. She couldn't believe it. Her apartment, her friends, had never before been so quiet, mainly because Chandler was always making them laugh.
"Why would he do this?" Phoebe cried, hugging Joey tight, "Why would he leave us?"
"Oh, come on," Richard said, with a tone of slight disdain, "You're talking about this like Chandler is the only thing that keeps you guys alive. If he wants to leave than who cares? I'm sure that in a couple months you'll forget all about him."
None of them could believe their ears, least of all Monica, how could Richard talk like this?
"Get out," Monica said in almost a whisper.
Richard's eyes widened, "What?" he asked, clearly shocked.
"Get out!" Monica yelled pointing towards the door. Tears spilling down her cheeks, she ran into her bedroom and slammed the door.
Rachel, in the next room, heard Monica screaming and the door slam and cringed.
Ross sat in a chair opposite and a little down the hall from Chandler's secretary's cubicle, when he saw the elevator open and Rachel come out. He knew that she would be leaving again because Cindy, Chandler's secretary, had only minutes earlier told him that Chandler hadn't come in that day. So when he overheard Cindy telling Rachel that Chandler was in his office, the least to say is he was surprised.
"What do you mean that Cindy lied to you but told Rachel that Chandler was in his office?" Monica asked. "It doesn't make any sense."
"Oh, yes it does," Ross said angrily, "Chandler and Rachel are seeing each other that's what's going on. He didn't want me to be mad so he ran and Rachel is going to see him wherever it is that he goes. How could he do this to me?"
"Okay, Ross," Phoebe said, holding her hands up, "I highly doubt that Chandler and Rachel are seeing each other the way that you're talking about. But I don't doubt that Chandler told Rachel what made him leave and that she's visiting him and knows where he is."
"That sounds way more likely," Monica agreed, and was relieved to see that Ross had considered it and was nodding also, "But that brings us back to the real question; why did he leave in the first place?"
Rachel sat in a chair on the opposite side of Chandler's desk, looking at him with saddened eyes.
"Everyone is really upset," she told him, and he looked down at the ground sadly, "Monica yelled at Richard to get out of the apartment yesterday. He must have said something that she didn't like."
"Do you think that in time I can get over her and come back?" Chandler asked in a hushed voice.
"I don't think that you'll get over her, no," Rachel replied honestly reaching over and taking Chandler's hand in hers, "But I think that you can learn to accept this, and will be able to come back after her and Richard break up which, by the sound of Mon last night, might actually be pretty soon. But it doesn't matter, not right now. Right now all that matters is that we work through this. Everything that you're feeling." She smiled.
Chandler smiled, for the first time in five months his smile wasn't fake, and he silently thanked Rachel for it. He reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a piece of paper with an address on it.
"I'm staying at my mum's house on Long Island." He told her, "Here's the address."
Rachel took the slip of paper and smiled. "Thanks," she got up from her seat and kissed Chandler on the cheek before moving towards the door, "I've got to get to work. I'll come by as soon as I can get out of the tight-nit group that'll probably be tighter now just so that they can make sure that nobody else gets up and leaves."
Chandler smiled faintly.
"Bye." He said.
"Bye," Rachel waved her hand and then she was gone.
Okay, I know that this chapter was pretty short so sorry, but I hope you liked it and please review.