What's it Like to Live: Chapter 6: Right Up To It
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"Guys?" Joey started. "You know what we're going to do now, don't you?"
"I think I have a pretty good idea, but yours are always different." Ross said smiling.
"We have to go to California. We have to find him, and we have to talk to him."
Monica looked up at him, anger flashing across her face. "We do we have to go all the way out there? It's his problem, if he wanted help, he'd come get it."
"Because he may not realize that he has a problem yet. He has to admit it to himself." Joey explained.
"I still don't see what good it would do to go out there. If he doesn't realize that he has a problem yet, then he won't let us help him fix it." Monica defended.
"It doesn't matter. We still have other things to clear up with him. We're going." With that, Joey walked out of the apartment and into his own.
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- Los Angeles -
It had been a long day, a really long day.
Despite what Kyle had said, shooting ran a lot later than usual. It was now three in the morning, and he was just getting back to his apartment.
He threw the door open and immediately walked into the kitchen. Searching the drawers until he found a pill bottle that he had threw in there this morning when Lynn walked in on him at six a.m.
He swallowed four pills, not bothering to wash them down with anything. He was exauhsted and desperately needed sleep. Not eating since breakfast didn't bother him, he wasn't even near hungry.
Walking into his room, he stripped down to his boxers and slid into bed. He had to be up in four hours.
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- New York -
"You guys ready to go?" Joey called into Monica and Rachel's apartment, his bag slung over his shoulder and a plane ticket in his hand.
"Just a minute!" Rachel yelled from her room where she was violently throwing clothes into a bag due to her insistance that she would pack this morning instead of last night.
Ross followed Joey into their apartment, Phoebe close behind. Rachel came running out of her room with her bag dragging behind her, banging into walls and the coffee table as she made her way to the door.
"Where's Monica?" Ross asked, noticing she was absent from the group.
"She must still be in her room. I'll go get her." Rachel said, heading towards her door.
"No, I'll get her." Joey said, running ahead of her. He gently knocked on her door before entering. She was sitting on her bed facing the window. Her head was hanging low, looking at something in her hands. Joey walked around to the other side of the bed and saw that she was staring at a picture of all of them. It was taken seven years ago in Central Park. They had all gone out for the day, just to take a break.
"Hey," he said softly, breaking her stare from the picture. She looked up into his eyes, tears running down her face. "What's wrong?"
"It's been five years since I've talked to him. I can barely even remember what he looks like anymore." She whispered.
"What are you talking about? You just saw him a couple of days ago."
"That wasn't him. That was somebody else. It wasn't the Chandler that I know." She cried, wrapping her arms around Joey. "What if he dies, Joey? What if he doesn't want to see us again?"
"Hey, don't think like that. We'll get everything sorted out. It's going to be ok." He soothed. "Now come on, we don't want to miss our plane."
Monica placed the picture in her bag and they both walked out of the room, joining the rest of the group by the front door. Together, they all walked out of the apartment, on their way to help their fallen friend.
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Sorry for the short chapter! I'll try to get the next one up soon.
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"Guys?" Joey started. "You know what we're going to do now, don't you?"
"I think I have a pretty good idea, but yours are always different." Ross said smiling.
"We have to go to California. We have to find him, and we have to talk to him."
Monica looked up at him, anger flashing across her face. "We do we have to go all the way out there? It's his problem, if he wanted help, he'd come get it."
"Because he may not realize that he has a problem yet. He has to admit it to himself." Joey explained.
"I still don't see what good it would do to go out there. If he doesn't realize that he has a problem yet, then he won't let us help him fix it." Monica defended.
"It doesn't matter. We still have other things to clear up with him. We're going." With that, Joey walked out of the apartment and into his own.
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- Los Angeles -
It had been a long day, a really long day.
Despite what Kyle had said, shooting ran a lot later than usual. It was now three in the morning, and he was just getting back to his apartment.
He threw the door open and immediately walked into the kitchen. Searching the drawers until he found a pill bottle that he had threw in there this morning when Lynn walked in on him at six a.m.
He swallowed four pills, not bothering to wash them down with anything. He was exauhsted and desperately needed sleep. Not eating since breakfast didn't bother him, he wasn't even near hungry.
Walking into his room, he stripped down to his boxers and slid into bed. He had to be up in four hours.
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- New York -
"You guys ready to go?" Joey called into Monica and Rachel's apartment, his bag slung over his shoulder and a plane ticket in his hand.
"Just a minute!" Rachel yelled from her room where she was violently throwing clothes into a bag due to her insistance that she would pack this morning instead of last night.
Ross followed Joey into their apartment, Phoebe close behind. Rachel came running out of her room with her bag dragging behind her, banging into walls and the coffee table as she made her way to the door.
"Where's Monica?" Ross asked, noticing she was absent from the group.
"She must still be in her room. I'll go get her." Rachel said, heading towards her door.
"No, I'll get her." Joey said, running ahead of her. He gently knocked on her door before entering. She was sitting on her bed facing the window. Her head was hanging low, looking at something in her hands. Joey walked around to the other side of the bed and saw that she was staring at a picture of all of them. It was taken seven years ago in Central Park. They had all gone out for the day, just to take a break.
"Hey," he said softly, breaking her stare from the picture. She looked up into his eyes, tears running down her face. "What's wrong?"
"It's been five years since I've talked to him. I can barely even remember what he looks like anymore." She whispered.
"What are you talking about? You just saw him a couple of days ago."
"That wasn't him. That was somebody else. It wasn't the Chandler that I know." She cried, wrapping her arms around Joey. "What if he dies, Joey? What if he doesn't want to see us again?"
"Hey, don't think like that. We'll get everything sorted out. It's going to be ok." He soothed. "Now come on, we don't want to miss our plane."
Monica placed the picture in her bag and they both walked out of the room, joining the rest of the group by the front door. Together, they all walked out of the apartment, on their way to help their fallen friend.
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Sorry for the short chapter! I'll try to get the next one up soon.