Chapter 6
Revenge is sweet
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
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The weekend had flown by for everyone.
Monica practically spent the whole time in bed, being waited on hand and foot by an ever-compliant Phoebe making a huge fuss over her heart broken friend. She didn't exactly want, or enjoy the attention, but she did appreciate the company and the little bits of comforting advice Phoebe threw her way every now and then.
But deep down all she wanted was for Chandler to come by and tell her he had made a huge mistake and he wanted her after all. But he never appeared.
That didn't stop her running for the door every time she heard it chap, even although it always seemed to turn out to be a deliveryman, or some annoying person selling something. The door was usually slammed back in their faces with the scream of "how dare you!" ringing out as it shut with a bang. Didn't they realise she had just lost her soul mate? She would stagger back to her room with a sinking feeling of disappointment in her stomach.
On the other side of the street Chandler was reacting in pretty much the same way. He lay vegetating in the same spot on Ross' couch for the last 48 hours without moving, only venturing to the bathroom once in a while, and even that was a massive effort. Every time he got up he cursed his weak bladder.
His new daily routine was staring at the blank TV screen with a trance-like expression while he daydreamed of when times were simpler, when things were good, when he had Monica by his side. But things were no longer simple, or good. And he no longer had his loving girlfriend. He had made sure of that. He had finished it. Ended it, dead, caput, no more. He was alone, single and depressed. But he had done it for her, for Mon's sake. She needed a real man, a man that could bare her children, not some incompetent reject like him. He could never have her back even if she wanted to.
At the other end of the world Ross and Rachel spent all of Friday, Saturday and Sunday at each other's throats, something that was becoming a regular occurrence lately. It would start with Rachel biting his head off for any little reason, any remark or quip would set her off, then he would retaliate in defence, something he very rarely did. He hated arguing, especially with the one person he actually loved, but her irritability was irritating him so much he felt he had no choice but to argue back and defend himself. He was doing nothing wrong after all.
They had started the weekend off so perfectly as well, with Ross taking her on a romantic boat ride down the Seine, then on to an expensive restaurant at the George VI hotel. But things had gone downhill rapidly after the "isn't your dress a little short" incident. There was no back tracking from that, no matter how hard he tried there was just no talking to her. They hurriedly finished their meal and walked back to the apartment, getting strange glares from passers-by as they screamed at each other until there were no more words to shout.
They were slowly but surely starting to hate each other, and with just 6 weeks until their wedding. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Was it?
Over in LA Joey was the only one having the time of his life. Living it up by the poolside, a beer in one hand and a script, which strangely enough he was enjoying reading in the other. He was still missing his fiancé and his daughter, but he had spoken to both several times over the weekend and that was good enough for him. Phoebe had told him all about Chandler and Monica, and although he was stunned he had all the faith in the world that they would have it all sorted by the time he got home. He sure as hell wasn't going to let any of that spoil his once in a lifetime trip anyway. He was here to enjoy himself, not worry about what was or wasn't happening back home.
Today was his first day on set and he was overwhelmed by the grand size and scale of it. This was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he was getting star treatment into the bargain! He had his very own trailer, make up artist and hairdresser. Not to mention the two, yes that's right, not one, but two assistants, that ran around all day getting him anything he wanted, which most of the time consisted of food. This was definitely a life he could get used to, maybe too used to?
Phoebe on the other hand was having a pretty hard time of it, although she never dared to show it. She had spent so long getting everyone to stop fussing over her that showing any sigh of weakness was out of the question. She didn't want to go back to being the person everyone was afraid to touch for fear that she would break.
She was rushed off her feet, what with making sure Monica was okay, looking after Lily, which was a 24/7 job anyway, revising her course work and getting herself prepared for her work placement at the hospital, which she was just about to leave for.
"Monica, are you sure you're going to be ok watching Lily for me? I mean I can get a sitter if its not convenient?" Phoebe watched her friend laze around in her housecoat in the same daze that had not left her since Friday night.
"Of course. Its fine, I'll be ok watching her, I promise. Im here anyway, so you may as well utilise me" Monica had called in sick to work the minute she had woken up, not feeling in the mood to be cooking for people she didn't care about in the slightest. In her eyes she deserved a break, and she sure as hell was taking it, whether they liked it or not.
"Ok, if you're sure. But please snap out of that daze, its dangerous if your full concentration isn't on the baby. She's a handful now that she's crawling and needs your constant attention. Accidents happen so easily, so please be careful hun." Phoebe could see that Monica was in no fit state to look after herself never mind her daughter, but with very little other options she knew it was a last resort. Hence her speech, which she had been running through her mind all morning, trying to make it sound less offensive than it was.
"I'm sorry Pheebs, I'll keep both eyes on her at all times. Now go before you are late. You don't want to make a bad impression on your first day!" Mon hugged her friend for good luck and planted a kiss on her cheek.
As Phoebe left for "work" Monica wondered if she had made the right decision of looking after Lily. After all, Phoebe was right, it did require full concentration, something she was lacking today. She was just so tired, she wanted to close her eyes and sleep forever. A little nap wouldn't hurt would it? She lay herself down on the sofa and shut her heavy eyes over, a dream world enveloping her and she drifted off with ease. Her sleep was so deep she didn't hear Lily cry out to be removed from her crib, but someone else did. He stood watching Monica breath in, then out, peacefully asleep. He didn't know who she was, but he liked what he saw. But there was no time to stop and stare, he had something to do, and he had to do it now, before it was too late.
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There's another one done and dusted :o) Leave me a review and let me know what you think. Anyone got any ideas yet to what's going on? ;o)
Come on, take a guess lol
Revenge is sweet
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
~*~
The weekend had flown by for everyone.
Monica practically spent the whole time in bed, being waited on hand and foot by an ever-compliant Phoebe making a huge fuss over her heart broken friend. She didn't exactly want, or enjoy the attention, but she did appreciate the company and the little bits of comforting advice Phoebe threw her way every now and then.
But deep down all she wanted was for Chandler to come by and tell her he had made a huge mistake and he wanted her after all. But he never appeared.
That didn't stop her running for the door every time she heard it chap, even although it always seemed to turn out to be a deliveryman, or some annoying person selling something. The door was usually slammed back in their faces with the scream of "how dare you!" ringing out as it shut with a bang. Didn't they realise she had just lost her soul mate? She would stagger back to her room with a sinking feeling of disappointment in her stomach.
On the other side of the street Chandler was reacting in pretty much the same way. He lay vegetating in the same spot on Ross' couch for the last 48 hours without moving, only venturing to the bathroom once in a while, and even that was a massive effort. Every time he got up he cursed his weak bladder.
His new daily routine was staring at the blank TV screen with a trance-like expression while he daydreamed of when times were simpler, when things were good, when he had Monica by his side. But things were no longer simple, or good. And he no longer had his loving girlfriend. He had made sure of that. He had finished it. Ended it, dead, caput, no more. He was alone, single and depressed. But he had done it for her, for Mon's sake. She needed a real man, a man that could bare her children, not some incompetent reject like him. He could never have her back even if she wanted to.
At the other end of the world Ross and Rachel spent all of Friday, Saturday and Sunday at each other's throats, something that was becoming a regular occurrence lately. It would start with Rachel biting his head off for any little reason, any remark or quip would set her off, then he would retaliate in defence, something he very rarely did. He hated arguing, especially with the one person he actually loved, but her irritability was irritating him so much he felt he had no choice but to argue back and defend himself. He was doing nothing wrong after all.
They had started the weekend off so perfectly as well, with Ross taking her on a romantic boat ride down the Seine, then on to an expensive restaurant at the George VI hotel. But things had gone downhill rapidly after the "isn't your dress a little short" incident. There was no back tracking from that, no matter how hard he tried there was just no talking to her. They hurriedly finished their meal and walked back to the apartment, getting strange glares from passers-by as they screamed at each other until there were no more words to shout.
They were slowly but surely starting to hate each other, and with just 6 weeks until their wedding. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Was it?
Over in LA Joey was the only one having the time of his life. Living it up by the poolside, a beer in one hand and a script, which strangely enough he was enjoying reading in the other. He was still missing his fiancé and his daughter, but he had spoken to both several times over the weekend and that was good enough for him. Phoebe had told him all about Chandler and Monica, and although he was stunned he had all the faith in the world that they would have it all sorted by the time he got home. He sure as hell wasn't going to let any of that spoil his once in a lifetime trip anyway. He was here to enjoy himself, not worry about what was or wasn't happening back home.
Today was his first day on set and he was overwhelmed by the grand size and scale of it. This was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he was getting star treatment into the bargain! He had his very own trailer, make up artist and hairdresser. Not to mention the two, yes that's right, not one, but two assistants, that ran around all day getting him anything he wanted, which most of the time consisted of food. This was definitely a life he could get used to, maybe too used to?
Phoebe on the other hand was having a pretty hard time of it, although she never dared to show it. She had spent so long getting everyone to stop fussing over her that showing any sigh of weakness was out of the question. She didn't want to go back to being the person everyone was afraid to touch for fear that she would break.
She was rushed off her feet, what with making sure Monica was okay, looking after Lily, which was a 24/7 job anyway, revising her course work and getting herself prepared for her work placement at the hospital, which she was just about to leave for.
"Monica, are you sure you're going to be ok watching Lily for me? I mean I can get a sitter if its not convenient?" Phoebe watched her friend laze around in her housecoat in the same daze that had not left her since Friday night.
"Of course. Its fine, I'll be ok watching her, I promise. Im here anyway, so you may as well utilise me" Monica had called in sick to work the minute she had woken up, not feeling in the mood to be cooking for people she didn't care about in the slightest. In her eyes she deserved a break, and she sure as hell was taking it, whether they liked it or not.
"Ok, if you're sure. But please snap out of that daze, its dangerous if your full concentration isn't on the baby. She's a handful now that she's crawling and needs your constant attention. Accidents happen so easily, so please be careful hun." Phoebe could see that Monica was in no fit state to look after herself never mind her daughter, but with very little other options she knew it was a last resort. Hence her speech, which she had been running through her mind all morning, trying to make it sound less offensive than it was.
"I'm sorry Pheebs, I'll keep both eyes on her at all times. Now go before you are late. You don't want to make a bad impression on your first day!" Mon hugged her friend for good luck and planted a kiss on her cheek.
As Phoebe left for "work" Monica wondered if she had made the right decision of looking after Lily. After all, Phoebe was right, it did require full concentration, something she was lacking today. She was just so tired, she wanted to close her eyes and sleep forever. A little nap wouldn't hurt would it? She lay herself down on the sofa and shut her heavy eyes over, a dream world enveloping her and she drifted off with ease. Her sleep was so deep she didn't hear Lily cry out to be removed from her crib, but someone else did. He stood watching Monica breath in, then out, peacefully asleep. He didn't know who she was, but he liked what he saw. But there was no time to stop and stare, he had something to do, and he had to do it now, before it was too late.
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There's another one done and dusted :o) Leave me a review and let me know what you think. Anyone got any ideas yet to what's going on? ;o)
Come on, take a guess lol