Sorry about the slow update. May is so hectic, I have all this stuff going
on that I want to bang on the keyboard!!! Don't mind me ---
fsda;kljsdfa;kljdfs--- life is crazy. So, I can't spell physchaitrist (?)
or accept (?) except (?), you still love me right? Right? I know you have
the power to forgive...
So for this chapter...I bring Chandler and Joey into the picture.
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"Hey Mon," said Rachel, throwing her purse down on the couch, "I wanted to ask you something this morning but you left for work early."
"What is it?" she asked, flipping through a magazine.
"Well, it's about your dreams. When did they start?"
Monica thought for a moment, careful not to let out the secret she had been holding back,"I don't know, maybe when I was eight?"
"So why did you ask me how long scars last?"
"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing, forget it. Really, I'm fine."
"Okay," Rachel replied, worriedly, "But if anything is bothering you promise you'll tell me."
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"Chandler, just take the damn job!" shouted Joey, from the kitchen.
"NO! I told you, I won't! So stop pressuring me!" Chandler screamed back from his chair in the living room.
"Look man, you need this, okay? The government is going to take care of you anymore so just suck it up! You need money, you need a job, and you need to pay your half of the rent! I know that you don't want to be a waiter but let's face it, you don't have any other choice!" Joey exclaimed, trying to knock some sense into his friend.
"I won't do it, I have worked too hard my whole life to try to be successful, and just because I couldn't go to college or have a normal life doesn't mean I can't still be someone I can have some respect for!"
"We're moving into a new apartment, okay? We need money! There are worse jobs than being a waiter!"
"No!"
"What is this really about?" Joey asked calmly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Chandler answered, looking away.
"Is this because Charles waited tables?" Joey wondered, careful not to upset Chandler.
He looked away, and thought to himself of that fateful day that his whole world changed forever. The day he lost his family, his friends, and his life.
--
...Twenty years earlier...
"Get in here, you rotten boy!" yelled Charles Bing, throwing Chandler into the front passenger seat of his car.
"Let go of me!" he cried back, ripping the tape off his mouth as he tried to wipe away the blood streaming down his arm.
"Shut up!" Charles shouted, jumping behind the wheel.
"Take me home! Where's my mom?" Chandler asked desperately.
"You're never going to see her again; I've killed her, so get over it."
By now, Chandler was in hysterics, and had no idea what was going on, "Who are you? Why are you taking me away?"
Ignoring his questions, Charles answered back, "You're getting blood all over my car! Wipe it off!"
Scared for his life, Chandler took the bottom of his shirt and wiped the seat of the car, leaving a blood stain that had already set in.
"Don't talk, I'm taking you away. Away forever, so you'll never see anyone you know again."
Tears running down his cheeks, from his big blue eyes, he could only hope that Monica would save him. His hopes had failed.
--
"Chandler! Chandler!" Joey shouted, trying to get his attention.
"Sorry," Chandler said, returning to reality.
"Look, let's face it. You don't have enough backing you up to get a real job yet, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. It's wasn't your fault that foster care couldn't give you a college education!"
"That's true," Chandler said.
"So will you take the job?"
"Fine, but I'm only doing this for you." he said rubbing his five-inch scar.
"Thanks," Joey said going into his room, "And hey, you never know, maybe you'll meet that girl of yours," he said with a wink.
"Sure," he said looking at his arm, "Monica."
Chandler started laughing, knowing it would be crazy to think that she even remembered who he was. They had known each other for a few minutes, twenty years ago, the thought was simply absurd, but Chandler couldn't help but think that she was thinking about him too.
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"...and then you take the dirty dishes, and put them in this sink right here." Paula finished, introducing Chandler to his new job at Allesandro's, "You got it?"
"Yeah," he answered, looking around at his new job, and not liking it at all.
"Here's your jacket, you have to wear it all the time, no matter how hot it gets."
"Okay," he said slipping it on. That didn't bother him; usually Chandler would always be caught wearing long sleeves, to hide his scar, something he was ashamed of.
Chandler felt a tap on his shoulder, "Hi, I'm Monica Geller the head chef here, are you the new waiter?"
Monica. It couldn't be the same one, there must be millions of Monica's in the world, why would this be the same Monica?
"Hello?" she said, looking at Chandler curiously.
"Oh, yeah, I'm Chandler Tyler; yes I'm the new waiter."
"It's nice to meet you, now if you need anything, I'm always in the kitchen somewhere so feel free to ask me. I have to get back to work," she said, turning around, mouthing the word 'wow' to herself when he was out of sight.
Throwing a lobster into the pot, Monica turned to Paula, "The new guy is cute!"
"I thought you liked him," Paula answered back.
"Did you see his eyes? Oh my gosh!"
"You should go for it!" Paula encouraged her.
"No, I couldn't. Could I?"
"I think he was checking you out before."
"Maybe," Monica wondered, "But I'll wait a little bit, I mean, he just got here, I have time."
--
"Well, that's the last of it," said Joey, throwing down a box in their new apartment.
"It doesn't feel like home yet," Chandler admitted.
"You up for a game of foosball?"
"Sure," Chandler said, happily.
After Joey beat him Chandler smiled back, "Now it feels like home."
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I thought I'd end it on a cheerful note, because I'm just in one of my happy go lucky moods!! Guess where my mom is right now? Barnes and Noble!! Getting me my "Friends...'Till the end" book!! A WOO HOO!!! I hope they have them there.
Anywhoo....that was longer then last time, and I'm sorry I took so long to update. Don't worry, I'll be faster next time, and if you are still confused on this story, all will be explained in good time. This is 'story modish' by the by. And if you wanted an epilogue for my other story, I just don't feel in the mood, sorry. Maybe someday, but that day will com quicker if you review ;) My neck hurts; please review to ease the pain!
So for this chapter...I bring Chandler and Joey into the picture.
--
"Hey Mon," said Rachel, throwing her purse down on the couch, "I wanted to ask you something this morning but you left for work early."
"What is it?" she asked, flipping through a magazine.
"Well, it's about your dreams. When did they start?"
Monica thought for a moment, careful not to let out the secret she had been holding back,"I don't know, maybe when I was eight?"
"So why did you ask me how long scars last?"
"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing, forget it. Really, I'm fine."
"Okay," Rachel replied, worriedly, "But if anything is bothering you promise you'll tell me."
--
"Chandler, just take the damn job!" shouted Joey, from the kitchen.
"NO! I told you, I won't! So stop pressuring me!" Chandler screamed back from his chair in the living room.
"Look man, you need this, okay? The government is going to take care of you anymore so just suck it up! You need money, you need a job, and you need to pay your half of the rent! I know that you don't want to be a waiter but let's face it, you don't have any other choice!" Joey exclaimed, trying to knock some sense into his friend.
"I won't do it, I have worked too hard my whole life to try to be successful, and just because I couldn't go to college or have a normal life doesn't mean I can't still be someone I can have some respect for!"
"We're moving into a new apartment, okay? We need money! There are worse jobs than being a waiter!"
"No!"
"What is this really about?" Joey asked calmly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Chandler answered, looking away.
"Is this because Charles waited tables?" Joey wondered, careful not to upset Chandler.
He looked away, and thought to himself of that fateful day that his whole world changed forever. The day he lost his family, his friends, and his life.
--
...Twenty years earlier...
"Get in here, you rotten boy!" yelled Charles Bing, throwing Chandler into the front passenger seat of his car.
"Let go of me!" he cried back, ripping the tape off his mouth as he tried to wipe away the blood streaming down his arm.
"Shut up!" Charles shouted, jumping behind the wheel.
"Take me home! Where's my mom?" Chandler asked desperately.
"You're never going to see her again; I've killed her, so get over it."
By now, Chandler was in hysterics, and had no idea what was going on, "Who are you? Why are you taking me away?"
Ignoring his questions, Charles answered back, "You're getting blood all over my car! Wipe it off!"
Scared for his life, Chandler took the bottom of his shirt and wiped the seat of the car, leaving a blood stain that had already set in.
"Don't talk, I'm taking you away. Away forever, so you'll never see anyone you know again."
Tears running down his cheeks, from his big blue eyes, he could only hope that Monica would save him. His hopes had failed.
--
"Chandler! Chandler!" Joey shouted, trying to get his attention.
"Sorry," Chandler said, returning to reality.
"Look, let's face it. You don't have enough backing you up to get a real job yet, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. It's wasn't your fault that foster care couldn't give you a college education!"
"That's true," Chandler said.
"So will you take the job?"
"Fine, but I'm only doing this for you." he said rubbing his five-inch scar.
"Thanks," Joey said going into his room, "And hey, you never know, maybe you'll meet that girl of yours," he said with a wink.
"Sure," he said looking at his arm, "Monica."
Chandler started laughing, knowing it would be crazy to think that she even remembered who he was. They had known each other for a few minutes, twenty years ago, the thought was simply absurd, but Chandler couldn't help but think that she was thinking about him too.
--
"...and then you take the dirty dishes, and put them in this sink right here." Paula finished, introducing Chandler to his new job at Allesandro's, "You got it?"
"Yeah," he answered, looking around at his new job, and not liking it at all.
"Here's your jacket, you have to wear it all the time, no matter how hot it gets."
"Okay," he said slipping it on. That didn't bother him; usually Chandler would always be caught wearing long sleeves, to hide his scar, something he was ashamed of.
Chandler felt a tap on his shoulder, "Hi, I'm Monica Geller the head chef here, are you the new waiter?"
Monica. It couldn't be the same one, there must be millions of Monica's in the world, why would this be the same Monica?
"Hello?" she said, looking at Chandler curiously.
"Oh, yeah, I'm Chandler Tyler; yes I'm the new waiter."
"It's nice to meet you, now if you need anything, I'm always in the kitchen somewhere so feel free to ask me. I have to get back to work," she said, turning around, mouthing the word 'wow' to herself when he was out of sight.
Throwing a lobster into the pot, Monica turned to Paula, "The new guy is cute!"
"I thought you liked him," Paula answered back.
"Did you see his eyes? Oh my gosh!"
"You should go for it!" Paula encouraged her.
"No, I couldn't. Could I?"
"I think he was checking you out before."
"Maybe," Monica wondered, "But I'll wait a little bit, I mean, he just got here, I have time."
--
"Well, that's the last of it," said Joey, throwing down a box in their new apartment.
"It doesn't feel like home yet," Chandler admitted.
"You up for a game of foosball?"
"Sure," Chandler said, happily.
After Joey beat him Chandler smiled back, "Now it feels like home."
--
I thought I'd end it on a cheerful note, because I'm just in one of my happy go lucky moods!! Guess where my mom is right now? Barnes and Noble!! Getting me my "Friends...'Till the end" book!! A WOO HOO!!! I hope they have them there.
Anywhoo....that was longer then last time, and I'm sorry I took so long to update. Don't worry, I'll be faster next time, and if you are still confused on this story, all will be explained in good time. This is 'story modish' by the by. And if you wanted an epilogue for my other story, I just don't feel in the mood, sorry. Maybe someday, but that day will com quicker if you review ;) My neck hurts; please review to ease the pain!