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Chapter Five: What About Hiding a Tape Recorder in her Purse
"Don't you think that we should do something other than just follow Rachel around? She might see us." Ross said, "We have to do something else."
"What about hiding a tape recorder in her purse," Joey suggested taking a bite of pizza, and the others were all shocked by his good idea, "We'll hear the address when she tells the cab driver and we'll hear what she and Chandler say to each other, too."
"Joey, that's brilliant," Monica said, her eyes brightening. "Does anyone have a tape recorder?"
"I do," Joey replied, getting up and leaving to get it. "We'll get seven hours on this," he told them and they all grinned as Monica slipped it into the secret compartment of one of her purses, the one that Rachel was borrowing and putting it on just as Rachel came out of her room.
She was too busy rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and didn't notice Monica slip quickly away from her purse.
"Morning," she said. At the same time the front door open and Richard walked in giving Monica a kiss.
"Morning, hon," he said.
Monica had gotten over being mad at him, but she wouldn't ever forget what he had said. But she loved him too much not to forgive him. But deep down she knew that something was missing in this relationship. Richard didn't want marriage and children like she did. He was one person who could drink older than her and wasn't up for doing that again. Monica thought once and a while that she should break up with him now before she gets too involved with him, but she kept telling herself that if they stay together eventually he'll change his mind about marriage and children.
"Morning, Richard," she said along with everyone else.
"Okay, you guys," Rachel seemed to be in a happier mood as she gave Monica and Phoebe each a hug goodbye. "I'll see you tonight, meet me in the coffee house for lunch?" she asked.
"Yeah, okay," all of her friends replied.
"Great," Rachel said, "I got to go, I love you guys."
"Love you, too," everyone said as she grabbed her purse and jacket and left.
Phoebe's eyes got teary and she started crying, "I miss Chandler,"
Everyone but Richard, who was seated a little annoyed at the kitchen table, were now sitting on the couch hugging and crying with each other over Chandler.
Rachel slipped the key to Chandler's house into the lock and opened the door. Caroline was just inside dusting the pictures on the wall of the foyer.
"Hello, Miss Rachel," Caroline said brightly. "How are you today?"
"I'm really good, Caroline," Rachel replied, "How's Chandler?"
"He's doing really badly with his broken heart." Caroline sighed, "I don't know this Monica that he's in love with, but he's just so upset I want to hug him and tell him it'll be alright like I did when he was just a little boy."
"Monica has a boyfriend, named Richard," Rachel told her, "Mon's great, but she has no idea that Chandler left because of her, or how much Chandler loves her or how broken hearted he is."
Caroline forced a small smile, "Well, I guess you should go and see him. I'm almost done here and then I'm going to collect all the laundry from his hamper and do it."
"Alright," Rachel said, and proceeded up the stairs.
When she got up all the stairs she went to the end of the hall and into Chandler's room. He was lying on his bed on top of the covers dressed in jeans and a sweater and he was crying, his back turned towards the door. With a sigh, and tears again stinging her eyes, she went over to the bed and sat down. Chandler got up and sat against the headboard, moving over so that she could sit right next to him.
They were both seated against the headboard and Rachel put her purse on the nightstand.
"How are you, sweetie," Rachel asked. He was so quiet today.
"I had another dream," he said quietly, "I dreamt that me and Mon were married and that we had four kids, a boy, twin girls and another boy, and a dog. We lived in the suburbs. It was so great."
Rachel put her arms around Chandler in a tight hug as he sobbed.
"It's okay, sweetheart," she said, tears spilling down her own cheeks.
Monica, Ross, Joey, Phoebe and Richard all sat in Joey's apartment later that day, with the tape recorder they had gotten out of Rachel's purse in Monica's hands. The door to the apartment was locked and Monica breathed in as she turned it on.
They could hear Rachel passing people in the hallway of the building saying hi and finally getting into a cab.
"Hi, can you take me to 45 Eastern Estates, Long Island?" Rachel asked.
"Okay,"
Phoebe quickly jotted down the address.
They fast forwarded it and put it on in time to hear her putting a key in a lock and opening a door.
"Hello, Miss Rachel, how are you today?" They heard a woman say.
"I'm really good, Caroline," Rachel replied, "How's Chandler?"
"He's doing really badly with his broken heart." The woman sighed, "I don't know this Monica that he's in love with, but he's just so upset I want to hug him and tell him it'll be alright like I did when he was just a little boy."
Everyone was so shocked, especially Monica and Richard.
"Monica has a boyfriend, named Richard," Rachel told her, "Mon's great, but she has no idea that Chandler left because of her, or how much Chandler loves her or how broken hearted he is."
Monica started crying, not being able to believe that Chandler was in love with her, or that he had left because of her. When she talked about Richard so much, that must have killed him.
"Well, I guess you should go and see him. I'm almost done here and then I'm going to collect all the laundry from his hamper and do it."
"Alright," Rachel said.
It sounded next like Rachel was going up stairs, and then they heard the creak of a door.
"How are you, sweetie," Rachel said.
"I had another dream," he said quietly, he sounded like he was incredibly broken hearted, like his whole life was over, and also like he hadn't stopped crying in days. "I dreamt that Mon and I were married and that we had four kids, a boy, twin girls and another boy, and a dog. We lived in the suburbs. It was so great."
Monica's eyes widened as she heard him talk, and so did everyone else's. Chandler loved her, he wanted to marry her and have kids and a dog with her. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't look at Richard. It disgusted her that the man she loved didn't want that, but another man she loved, only as a friend though, wanted all of that with her.
"It's okay, sweetheart," she said, and it sounded like she was crying too.
"I can't take this, Rach," Chandler sobbed, "I can't take this."
"Don't worry, honey, I'm here for you." Rachel said.
"I want to see everyone again, but I can't go back, I can't ever go back. I want to see Monica so bad, but I can't look at her without thinking about how much I love her and how much she loves Richard, and how I can never be with her." Chandler cried. "I just want to die, Rach."
"Don't say that Chandler," Rachel told him, "Don't ever say that, okay?"
"Okay," Chandler said quietly. "I won't, but I can still think it right?"
"No! No, Chandler, you can't think like that okay? Promise me?" Rachel said sternly.
"I promise," Chandler whispered.
"I know that this is hard, I felt this way when I found out Ross was cheating on me. But a broken heart can be mended, honey."
"Mine can't be," Chandler said, "I've been in love with Monica ever since I moved in here. I've watched her date other people and it's killed me inside. I've tried relationships but it's kind of hard when you can't stop thinking about someone else. I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't just cry at night like I used to and pretend to be fine during the day. I can't do it, anymore."
"It's okay, baby," Rachel said, "Its okay. Take deep breaths, its okay."
"I don't know what I'd do without you," Chandler told her between deep breaths, "Thank you so much for being here with me. And for distracting everyone so that I could get all my things out."
"You know that I would do anything for you," Rachel said, "You're one of my best friends, Chandler, and I love you. Don't forget that, okay?"
"Okay," Chandler whispered, "Love you, too."
"I know, honey," Rachel said.
The recording stopped.
Tears were flowing from Monica's eyes, her thumb on the stop button of the recorder.
Monica got up and ran out of the apartment, into hers and into her room, slamming the door and collapsing on her bed in tears.
Chapter Five: What About Hiding a Tape Recorder in her Purse
"Don't you think that we should do something other than just follow Rachel around? She might see us." Ross said, "We have to do something else."
"What about hiding a tape recorder in her purse," Joey suggested taking a bite of pizza, and the others were all shocked by his good idea, "We'll hear the address when she tells the cab driver and we'll hear what she and Chandler say to each other, too."
"Joey, that's brilliant," Monica said, her eyes brightening. "Does anyone have a tape recorder?"
"I do," Joey replied, getting up and leaving to get it. "We'll get seven hours on this," he told them and they all grinned as Monica slipped it into the secret compartment of one of her purses, the one that Rachel was borrowing and putting it on just as Rachel came out of her room.
She was too busy rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and didn't notice Monica slip quickly away from her purse.
"Morning," she said. At the same time the front door open and Richard walked in giving Monica a kiss.
"Morning, hon," he said.
Monica had gotten over being mad at him, but she wouldn't ever forget what he had said. But she loved him too much not to forgive him. But deep down she knew that something was missing in this relationship. Richard didn't want marriage and children like she did. He was one person who could drink older than her and wasn't up for doing that again. Monica thought once and a while that she should break up with him now before she gets too involved with him, but she kept telling herself that if they stay together eventually he'll change his mind about marriage and children.
"Morning, Richard," she said along with everyone else.
"Okay, you guys," Rachel seemed to be in a happier mood as she gave Monica and Phoebe each a hug goodbye. "I'll see you tonight, meet me in the coffee house for lunch?" she asked.
"Yeah, okay," all of her friends replied.
"Great," Rachel said, "I got to go, I love you guys."
"Love you, too," everyone said as she grabbed her purse and jacket and left.
Phoebe's eyes got teary and she started crying, "I miss Chandler,"
Everyone but Richard, who was seated a little annoyed at the kitchen table, were now sitting on the couch hugging and crying with each other over Chandler.
Rachel slipped the key to Chandler's house into the lock and opened the door. Caroline was just inside dusting the pictures on the wall of the foyer.
"Hello, Miss Rachel," Caroline said brightly. "How are you today?"
"I'm really good, Caroline," Rachel replied, "How's Chandler?"
"He's doing really badly with his broken heart." Caroline sighed, "I don't know this Monica that he's in love with, but he's just so upset I want to hug him and tell him it'll be alright like I did when he was just a little boy."
"Monica has a boyfriend, named Richard," Rachel told her, "Mon's great, but she has no idea that Chandler left because of her, or how much Chandler loves her or how broken hearted he is."
Caroline forced a small smile, "Well, I guess you should go and see him. I'm almost done here and then I'm going to collect all the laundry from his hamper and do it."
"Alright," Rachel said, and proceeded up the stairs.
When she got up all the stairs she went to the end of the hall and into Chandler's room. He was lying on his bed on top of the covers dressed in jeans and a sweater and he was crying, his back turned towards the door. With a sigh, and tears again stinging her eyes, she went over to the bed and sat down. Chandler got up and sat against the headboard, moving over so that she could sit right next to him.
They were both seated against the headboard and Rachel put her purse on the nightstand.
"How are you, sweetie," Rachel asked. He was so quiet today.
"I had another dream," he said quietly, "I dreamt that me and Mon were married and that we had four kids, a boy, twin girls and another boy, and a dog. We lived in the suburbs. It was so great."
Rachel put her arms around Chandler in a tight hug as he sobbed.
"It's okay, sweetheart," she said, tears spilling down her own cheeks.
Monica, Ross, Joey, Phoebe and Richard all sat in Joey's apartment later that day, with the tape recorder they had gotten out of Rachel's purse in Monica's hands. The door to the apartment was locked and Monica breathed in as she turned it on.
They could hear Rachel passing people in the hallway of the building saying hi and finally getting into a cab.
"Hi, can you take me to 45 Eastern Estates, Long Island?" Rachel asked.
"Okay,"
Phoebe quickly jotted down the address.
They fast forwarded it and put it on in time to hear her putting a key in a lock and opening a door.
"Hello, Miss Rachel, how are you today?" They heard a woman say.
"I'm really good, Caroline," Rachel replied, "How's Chandler?"
"He's doing really badly with his broken heart." The woman sighed, "I don't know this Monica that he's in love with, but he's just so upset I want to hug him and tell him it'll be alright like I did when he was just a little boy."
Everyone was so shocked, especially Monica and Richard.
"Monica has a boyfriend, named Richard," Rachel told her, "Mon's great, but she has no idea that Chandler left because of her, or how much Chandler loves her or how broken hearted he is."
Monica started crying, not being able to believe that Chandler was in love with her, or that he had left because of her. When she talked about Richard so much, that must have killed him.
"Well, I guess you should go and see him. I'm almost done here and then I'm going to collect all the laundry from his hamper and do it."
"Alright," Rachel said.
It sounded next like Rachel was going up stairs, and then they heard the creak of a door.
"How are you, sweetie," Rachel said.
"I had another dream," he said quietly, he sounded like he was incredibly broken hearted, like his whole life was over, and also like he hadn't stopped crying in days. "I dreamt that Mon and I were married and that we had four kids, a boy, twin girls and another boy, and a dog. We lived in the suburbs. It was so great."
Monica's eyes widened as she heard him talk, and so did everyone else's. Chandler loved her, he wanted to marry her and have kids and a dog with her. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't look at Richard. It disgusted her that the man she loved didn't want that, but another man she loved, only as a friend though, wanted all of that with her.
"It's okay, sweetheart," she said, and it sounded like she was crying too.
"I can't take this, Rach," Chandler sobbed, "I can't take this."
"Don't worry, honey, I'm here for you." Rachel said.
"I want to see everyone again, but I can't go back, I can't ever go back. I want to see Monica so bad, but I can't look at her without thinking about how much I love her and how much she loves Richard, and how I can never be with her." Chandler cried. "I just want to die, Rach."
"Don't say that Chandler," Rachel told him, "Don't ever say that, okay?"
"Okay," Chandler said quietly. "I won't, but I can still think it right?"
"No! No, Chandler, you can't think like that okay? Promise me?" Rachel said sternly.
"I promise," Chandler whispered.
"I know that this is hard, I felt this way when I found out Ross was cheating on me. But a broken heart can be mended, honey."
"Mine can't be," Chandler said, "I've been in love with Monica ever since I moved in here. I've watched her date other people and it's killed me inside. I've tried relationships but it's kind of hard when you can't stop thinking about someone else. I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't just cry at night like I used to and pretend to be fine during the day. I can't do it, anymore."
"It's okay, baby," Rachel said, "Its okay. Take deep breaths, its okay."
"I don't know what I'd do without you," Chandler told her between deep breaths, "Thank you so much for being here with me. And for distracting everyone so that I could get all my things out."
"You know that I would do anything for you," Rachel said, "You're one of my best friends, Chandler, and I love you. Don't forget that, okay?"
"Okay," Chandler whispered, "Love you, too."
"I know, honey," Rachel said.
The recording stopped.
Tears were flowing from Monica's eyes, her thumb on the stop button of the recorder.
Monica got up and ran out of the apartment, into hers and into her room, slamming the door and collapsing on her bed in tears.