Hola, mis amigos! Long time, no see. I'm sorry it's been so long, really,
I graduate in 4 days!! Scary, yes, but it's not quite as scary as the day
I got my driver's license muhahaha...ok, next chapter...there are a lot of
flashbacks in this story; I hope it's not too confusing...
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"It's a very long story," Chandler repeated, stroking Monica's hair.
"Does it look like I'm going anywhere anytime soon?" she challenged, motioning to her blanket and the boxes of tissues surrounding her.
"Okay," he relented, "I'll tell you who he is."
After a long pause, Monica started to become impatient, "Look, Chandler, just tell me, nothing is going to make me sadder than I am right now," she whispered, in a painful voice.
"Okay, this is what happened...you should know though, I don't even know all the facts, and it's very vague..."
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Flashback twenty seven years
One-year old Chandler awoke abruptly in his tiny room, rubbing his eyes, blanket in hand. He had heard screaming coming from the kitchen below and immediately started to wail. His cries could be heard throughout the house, causing his parents to argue further.
"Now look what you did! You woke my baby!" Shouted Nora.
"I don't care!" Charles yelled, stubbornly.
"What?" Nora asked, shocked.
"I hate you! I hate the boy! And I hate this town; let me get out of here!" Charles screamed, nastily.
"In a heartbeat!" she answered, stomping over to the door and opening it, waiting for him to make his departure out of her life forever, "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, tears in her eyes.
"I want to say goodbye to Chandler," he answered, trying to sound gentle, but failing miserably.
"No, I won't let you anywhere near my son ever again," she replied calmly.
"You have to! He's my son too-" Nora cut him off.
"No, he's not, a son is someone you love and care about, now you get out of my house, I never want to see you again."
Before she could stop him, Charles Bing ran up the stairs, and into Chandler's room, seeing the crying baby in his crib. He leaned over, and whispered quickly into the baby's ear, "Listen, I'll be back, I'll be back for you, and I'll be back for your mother, and it's not going to be pretty."
Nora ran into the room, to see what Charles was doing to her son, but before she could catch her breath, he ran past her, out the door, and out of her life. Out of her life, until he returned.
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"So... he's your father?" Monica asked, a pained expression on her face.
"I'm not totally sure, I mean, I only knew him for the first year of my life, and when I was a kid my mom would always say that I didn't have a father, and then- then my mom died, and then, I- I," Chandler began to break down, not caring anymore that he let another person, a girl at that, witness him crying, "Then he tried to kill me, and I, I was okay, and then they brought me to this place and I," Chandler stopped, and this time Monica was the confidant, leaning over and hugging him.
"But don't worry, everything is okay now," he whispered into her ear.
His voice sent shivers down her spine, as he rubbed her back. He released her from their comfortable hug, and she looked into his eyes.
"Chandler..."
He leaned forward, centimeters away from her lips, waiting intently for the moment to occur. Their mouths had barely touched, and already they had locked in a passionate kiss. It was the amazing feeling of knowing another shared your pain, and that the person who felt that way was with you all along.
She brought herself closer to him, causing him to fall backwards onto the couch. They continued to kiss, Monica on top, when Chandler felt a stinging pain in his arm. She had put all her weight on top of that arm, and his scar was burning intently. However, there was something new that was felt, an emotion Chandler couldn't quite place. All that he could understand was that his pain was relieved with a different feeling, a good one, one that was deeper than anything ever before.
Monica felt his arm wrap around her, as he kissed her neck passionately. As he began to unbutton her shirt, she stopped him suddenly, to switch positions. Chandler now on top, Monica tugged at his long-sleeved shirt and began to lift it up, but was instantly halted by an apprehensive hand.
"Monica, I don't think we should be doing this yet," he lied, thinking of that as the best excuse not to expose his scar.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I thought that-"
"No, sweetie, it's just, I mean, one second we're kissing and the next thing I know, we're about to-" he inhaled deeply, "I think it's wrong to rush into this."
Monica couldn't believe that this was coming from a guy. Every other man she ever kissed was always looking for more, and never even thought of stopping it from happening. The only negative thinking was, for once, she wanted him to continue.
"Yeah, you're right," she said back, trying to hide her disappointment.
Interrupting the important conversation the two were having, Joey rushed through the door and into the living room where Monica and Chandler were now sitting.
"Chandler!" Joey shouted, panting.
"What's going on?" He asked worriedly.
"It's about Charles," Joey began.
"Well?" Chandler asked, anxiously.
A frown present on his face, Joey continued, "He's in my apartment."
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Hey! I'll try to make longer chapters, but it's hard, and I'll try to update as fast as I can, that's the most I can promise. Well, instead of the usual author's note, I will leave you with one of the greatest conversations with one of the greatest persons ever...enjoy! (I'm Heather, which you should know)
Heather: wow sorry my computer is gay
Jen: heather's computer likes men
Heather: yes it does, and it's also a pothead
Jen: my computer has constant PMS
Heather: OMG they should get married!
Jen: OMG YES Heather: but mine's gay Jen: we'll make it a lesbian Heather: Aww, they'll be so happy together!
Ahh...love ya!!
You know my motto... Reviews make me happy. You make me happy. Be happy.
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"It's a very long story," Chandler repeated, stroking Monica's hair.
"Does it look like I'm going anywhere anytime soon?" she challenged, motioning to her blanket and the boxes of tissues surrounding her.
"Okay," he relented, "I'll tell you who he is."
After a long pause, Monica started to become impatient, "Look, Chandler, just tell me, nothing is going to make me sadder than I am right now," she whispered, in a painful voice.
"Okay, this is what happened...you should know though, I don't even know all the facts, and it's very vague..."
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Flashback twenty seven years
One-year old Chandler awoke abruptly in his tiny room, rubbing his eyes, blanket in hand. He had heard screaming coming from the kitchen below and immediately started to wail. His cries could be heard throughout the house, causing his parents to argue further.
"Now look what you did! You woke my baby!" Shouted Nora.
"I don't care!" Charles yelled, stubbornly.
"What?" Nora asked, shocked.
"I hate you! I hate the boy! And I hate this town; let me get out of here!" Charles screamed, nastily.
"In a heartbeat!" she answered, stomping over to the door and opening it, waiting for him to make his departure out of her life forever, "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, tears in her eyes.
"I want to say goodbye to Chandler," he answered, trying to sound gentle, but failing miserably.
"No, I won't let you anywhere near my son ever again," she replied calmly.
"You have to! He's my son too-" Nora cut him off.
"No, he's not, a son is someone you love and care about, now you get out of my house, I never want to see you again."
Before she could stop him, Charles Bing ran up the stairs, and into Chandler's room, seeing the crying baby in his crib. He leaned over, and whispered quickly into the baby's ear, "Listen, I'll be back, I'll be back for you, and I'll be back for your mother, and it's not going to be pretty."
Nora ran into the room, to see what Charles was doing to her son, but before she could catch her breath, he ran past her, out the door, and out of her life. Out of her life, until he returned.
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"So... he's your father?" Monica asked, a pained expression on her face.
"I'm not totally sure, I mean, I only knew him for the first year of my life, and when I was a kid my mom would always say that I didn't have a father, and then- then my mom died, and then, I- I," Chandler began to break down, not caring anymore that he let another person, a girl at that, witness him crying, "Then he tried to kill me, and I, I was okay, and then they brought me to this place and I," Chandler stopped, and this time Monica was the confidant, leaning over and hugging him.
"But don't worry, everything is okay now," he whispered into her ear.
His voice sent shivers down her spine, as he rubbed her back. He released her from their comfortable hug, and she looked into his eyes.
"Chandler..."
He leaned forward, centimeters away from her lips, waiting intently for the moment to occur. Their mouths had barely touched, and already they had locked in a passionate kiss. It was the amazing feeling of knowing another shared your pain, and that the person who felt that way was with you all along.
She brought herself closer to him, causing him to fall backwards onto the couch. They continued to kiss, Monica on top, when Chandler felt a stinging pain in his arm. She had put all her weight on top of that arm, and his scar was burning intently. However, there was something new that was felt, an emotion Chandler couldn't quite place. All that he could understand was that his pain was relieved with a different feeling, a good one, one that was deeper than anything ever before.
Monica felt his arm wrap around her, as he kissed her neck passionately. As he began to unbutton her shirt, she stopped him suddenly, to switch positions. Chandler now on top, Monica tugged at his long-sleeved shirt and began to lift it up, but was instantly halted by an apprehensive hand.
"Monica, I don't think we should be doing this yet," he lied, thinking of that as the best excuse not to expose his scar.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I thought that-"
"No, sweetie, it's just, I mean, one second we're kissing and the next thing I know, we're about to-" he inhaled deeply, "I think it's wrong to rush into this."
Monica couldn't believe that this was coming from a guy. Every other man she ever kissed was always looking for more, and never even thought of stopping it from happening. The only negative thinking was, for once, she wanted him to continue.
"Yeah, you're right," she said back, trying to hide her disappointment.
Interrupting the important conversation the two were having, Joey rushed through the door and into the living room where Monica and Chandler were now sitting.
"Chandler!" Joey shouted, panting.
"What's going on?" He asked worriedly.
"It's about Charles," Joey began.
"Well?" Chandler asked, anxiously.
A frown present on his face, Joey continued, "He's in my apartment."
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Hey! I'll try to make longer chapters, but it's hard, and I'll try to update as fast as I can, that's the most I can promise. Well, instead of the usual author's note, I will leave you with one of the greatest conversations with one of the greatest persons ever...enjoy! (I'm Heather, which you should know)
Heather: wow sorry my computer is gay
Jen: heather's computer likes men
Heather: yes it does, and it's also a pothead
Jen: my computer has constant PMS
Heather: OMG they should get married!
Jen: OMG YES Heather: but mine's gay Jen: we'll make it a lesbian Heather: Aww, they'll be so happy together!
Ahh...love ya!!
You know my motto... Reviews make me happy. You make me happy. Be happy.