Okay, you guys are like, totally desperate for a second chapter so I
decided to give you one. =D Thanks though, I'm glad you're still
interested in my stories.
Also, someone wanted to know: George is Monica's boyfriend of about five months. That sounds oddly good together: George and Monica. Huh. Don't you think? Lol
Oh, quick question: Does anyone know where the heck Jennifer Aniston got that huge scratch on her arm from on the season finale?
Someone to Lean On Chapter One: Thinking Of You
After the movie had ended, Chandler and Phoebe exited the theatre, chatting about the film. Chandler had enjoyed what he actually saw. Most of the time though, he had found it hard to focus.
Being asked his opinion by his friend, Chandler commented, "I thought it was pretty good."
Phoebe could tell that his mind was elsewhere, and didn't bother asking where. "I thought that thing before it was even better," she grinned as they made their way to the bus stop for a ride home. That had agreed before hand that neither of them felt like bothering with a taxi.
"What?"
"You know, you talking about that girl. I could tell you really liked her, Phoebe replied.
"Monica? I did. But I won't get my hopes up too high, cause, you know . . . like she'll ever call." Chandler shrugged. He knew all too well that he actually already did have his hopes up. He really wanted to see her again. He just wished he could talk himself out of it, but it was impossible.
"Way to be positive!" She shoved him playfully on the arm. "Come on, think happy thoughts!"
He glanced over at her as they walked. "You're not going to start singing that song from 'The Sound of Music,' are you?"
She laughed. "I hadn't planned on it. But, now that you mention it . . ."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Joey Tribbiani was forced to stand up by the sound of the phone ringing. He muted 'Baywatch' and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi, um, is Chandler Bing there?"
He was puzzled by the woman's voice and by what she said. She sounded hot. But, the chicks never, ever called for Chandler . . .
"No, sorry, he's out right now. Can I take a message?" he asked finally after trying to figure out if he recognized her voice. Maybe it was actually for him and she had somehow gotten the two mixed up. He eventually decided that wasn't possible.
"Um . . . no, thanks. I'll try back sometime else." She hung up quickly, and Joey was left staring at the receiver in his hand, confused, when Chandler walked into the apartment.
Chandler grinned, seeing this as a good opportunity for sarcasm. "Aw, man! Joe, I thought you'd finally gotten the gist of how to use a phone. It has * nothing * to do with telepathy!" He chuckled at his own joke and paused before asking, "What are you doing?"
Joey pressed the button that hung up the phone and turned to his friend. "Some girl just called. It was for you!"
"Don't sound so surprised," Chandler opened the fridge to get a Diet Coke, and then suddenly realized what exactly Joey had said. "Wait a minute; did she say her name was Monica?"
"No, she just asked for you and then said she would try some other time." Joey headed back to his seat in the living room to continue watching the marathon.
"I bet that was her. I can't believe she called me, let alone this soon!" Chandler finished retrieving his Coke and brought it in to sit by Joey on the couch.
"Who's Monica?" Joey asked, not taking his eyes off the television.
"A girl I met in Central Perk." Chandler was silent after that, staring at the screen but not actually taking in the images.
His puzzlement was not aided by the fact that he had a bad stomach ache. Even though it was rare for him to have them like this, he didn't pay much attention to it since it had been there slightly all day and he had learned to kind of ignore it.
While deep in thought, he listened intently for the phone to ring again; though he doubted it would. It was already ten in the evening.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Monica sat down on the toilet, its lid being down, and tried to calm herself. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes. She had made that call to Chandler's place, not really expecting him to be home yet but needing to talk to him. She wanted some defiance over George, even if he didn't know about it.
George hadn't noticed her sneaking the cordless phone into the bathroom, and probably wouldn't care. He knew she wouldn't dare call the police. Besides, she knew better than to even try.
Not being able to sit still for long, she stood once again and walked over to the mirror over the bathroom sink. She gingerly touched the bruised spot which was directly under her left eye. It was already swelling, and hurt quite a bit. Monica knew she should get some ice on it, but figured it could wait. She only needed to stay in the dark, cool room for a while and clear her mind. Glancing over to the door, she made sure its two locks were in place. The locks had been there when she bought the place two years back, and she never knew why they were there. One, she could understand, but two?
Anyway, she didn't really care, as long as they were there and worked. George had never before asked why she locked herself in the bathroom for long periods of time once in a while, usually after one of their fights, so she never told. Monica definitely preferred it that way. Besides, he probably enjoyed having her out of the way for a little bit, even though she was at work for most of the day. As long as he had his beer, he didn't care where she went.
After this particular fight, he had made her go to the grocery store and buy some boos for him. When the cashier had asked why she had that under her eye, she had simply said, "My boyfriend accidentally punched me," and walked out of the store. That line usually worked. It made the person confused, and they usually had to think for a minute. That gave her time to make her escape before the questions came.
She studied her reflection for a few more minutes and sighed. All she wanted was to be in relationship where the fights were few and easily resolved, and the love was actually there. She wasn't surprised when her thoughts once again drifted to Chandler.
~*~*~*~*~*~
TWO WEEKS LATER
After ducking out of the rain into Central Perk, Chandler shrugged off his soaked jacket and looked around. He saw Rachel leafing through a magazine, sitting on the couch, so he walked over to her.
"Hey Rach," he greeted his friend, taking a seat on the other side of the couch.
"Hi," she replied distantly.
"What's wrong?" he asked after seeing the forlorn expression on her face.
"Oh, Bloomingdales was supposed to have a huge sale but because of this stupid sudden downpour it's been cancelled." She sighed and put the magazine on the coffee table.
"Well, why can't they just have it another day?" he asked as he glanced outside. A bolt of lightening struck nearby, causing the lights in Central Perk to flicker briefly before thankfully staying on.
"The savings will never be the same!" Rachel shouted, almost in unison with the lightening, causing people at nearby tables to turn and look at her questioningly. She lowered her voice a little. "Thirty dollars for designer boots, Chandler! Thirty dollars!"
He raised his eyebrows, deciding to humor her. "Are you serious?!? That's a damned good price!"
"I know." Rachel seemed to calm down, and then shrugged. "Oh well, Ralph Lauren's having an outdoor sale in a month. The rain will stop by then."
"I'm sure it will, Rachel."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Monica stumbled outside from her apartment complex into the pouring rain. Immediately she started having second thoughts about what she was doing. Would George not like this, her simply leaving after their fight?
This time, he had gotten angry when she didn't have supper done by the time he got home. Well, he could just finish it himself, she finally decided. She realized that this time, she didn't care what her punishment was when she got back. Before she knew it, she was heading across the street toward the coffee house, oblivious of what people would think about the mark on her face. Secretly she was hoping she'd run into Chandler there, and if not, she just wanted to sit in peace and sip on some coffee, while thinking about what she should do with her life . . .
She wasn't really focusing on where she was going when she ran into a man exiting Central Perk. She stepped aside and was about to apologize when she heard a slightly familiar voice say something.
"Oh my god, Monica?"
Chandler couldn't believe his eyes. He hadn't forgotten about her - that was impossible to do - but he had given up any hope that she was going to call him again.
She looked up at him with a blank look in her eyes. It was then that he saw the bruise. It looked fairly new, and probably would have been bleeding if the rain wasn't pounding down onto her and washing it away.
Suddenly a look of recognition crossed her face, and Monica smiled sadly. "Hi, Chandler."
"What . . . what happened?" he asked, studying the mark. Being high on her left cheek bone, it wasn't easily seen unless you were really looking for it.
She was silent, and he noticed she was shivering. "Come on, let's go inside, get you out of this rain."
She let him guide her into Central Perk. When they were part way over to some chairs, she said quietly, "If I'm gonna tell you, we need to be alone." Monica glanced nervously around at the people in the coffee house. "And I don't even know if I should tell you."
Chandler looked toward the couch, but didn't spot Rachel. She must have gone back up to her apartment.
"It's alright, you can trust me," he convinced her. Somehow he already kind of knew what the bruise was from, but wasn't sure. "And about the alone part, we can go up to my apartment or something . . ."
"Okay," Monica nodded and let him show her the way up the flights of stairs and into apartment nineteen. Chandler sighed with relief when he saw that Joey hadn't cancelled his big date tonight and would probably be gone at least until three A.M.
While she took a seat on the couch, he ran to the bathroom to retrieve a towel and brought it back to her. Chandler sat down on the other side of the couch, turned so he was facing her.
Monica took the towel but did nothing but lye it, folded, on her lap and stare down at it. "To be honest I was kind of hoping to run into you. I've been thinking about you constantly since that day a couple of weeks ago we met. I could tell you're a really great guy, and I've always been an extremely good judge of character. My boyfriend's the only exception to that."
Chandler wasn't at all surprised by the mention of the word 'boyfriend.' "I've been thinking about you too," was all he said, and all she needed him to say.
"Now, I've needed to get this out of my system for almost five months, and there are a number of reasons I couldn't and wouldn't tell anyone else." Monica finally looked up and into his eyes, searching them for any reason to be afraid, untrusting. She found nothing along those lines.
He was silent, nodding when her words called for it, not really knowing what else to do but listen. He realized suddenly that he felt he had known Monica for a long, long time; much longer than he really had. Chandler only hoped she felt the same way.
She sighed slightly, and then continued. "I met this guy, George (A.N. 'Guy George,' which is the name that Boy George uses now ;) lol, sorry had to add that), in a grocery store five months back. We hit it off immediately. He acted so sweet, so loving. After two weeks, only a little while before I was about to introduce him to my parents, I did something that upset him . . . I can't remember exactly what it was now, but he got really, really angry and that's the first time he hit me."
Chandler felt the growing anger inside of him. How could someone do that to a girl as sweet and beautiful as Monica Geller?
"After that it was an ongoing experience. Eventually his landlord kicked him out of his own apartment, so he insisted on moving in with me, and I was afraid not to let him. It wasn't until I met you that I realized just how deep of a hole I had dug myself into. I can't get out. And it probably sounds like I'm just trying to get pity, but I'm not, I'm really not. I just thought you deserved some explanation for why I didn't call after that one time. I would really like to get to know you better . . . but I can't break up with him."
Chandler flinched, feeling an extra burst of pain in his stomach, but it went away after a second so he ignored it. "But I can help you break up with him!" He stood to emphasize his point and stood in front of her, making sure not to do so in a threatening way. "I can even beat him up for you if you want. It'd be my pleasure-"
He was interrupted by her standing up also, and suddenly kissing him. His breath was taken away by that kiss, but he managed to kiss back with the same intensity. Chandler didn't know why she was doing this, and knew it wasn't the best idea for the situation, but he was enjoying himself too much to break their embrace.
Monica rubbed her hands slowly up and down his sides, caught in the moment. It had been so long, so long, since she had been in a relationship that had actual love and passion in it. When she kissed Chandler, she felt like everything was falling into place, and things were going to be alright again. She didn't even think of how wrong this was or what George would do when she came back to her apartment. All she wanted was to be with Chandler, right here, right now.
Chandler ran his fingers through her silk-like hair and gently pressed her up against his closed bedroom door. She put her hand behind her and carefully turned the knob, opening the door and feeling herself being guided into the softly lit room, onto his bed . . .
Authors Note:
Okay, so there's chapter two. You guys happy for now? Lol, I know most of it was pretty boring, but I especially enjoyed writing that part at the end . . . ;)
Lol, on that one part where I said Joey was puzzled by the woman's voice and by what she said, I just kept thinking, 'but isn't Joey always?' haha, it's funny to me at least . . . cause, you know, how Joey isn't the smartest person on the show . . . okay, I need to shut up now. =D
So anyway, I'll get the third chapter to ya ASAP, if you would like. Thanks again for the reviews and I'd appreciate more. * hint * * hint * =D
Um, just so you know . . . Sometime in there Chandler did get her ice to put on her bruise, I just forgot to put it in and afterwards couldn't find a way to fit it in. Forgive me! =)
Seeya soon!
Also, someone wanted to know: George is Monica's boyfriend of about five months. That sounds oddly good together: George and Monica. Huh. Don't you think? Lol
Oh, quick question: Does anyone know where the heck Jennifer Aniston got that huge scratch on her arm from on the season finale?
Someone to Lean On Chapter One: Thinking Of You
After the movie had ended, Chandler and Phoebe exited the theatre, chatting about the film. Chandler had enjoyed what he actually saw. Most of the time though, he had found it hard to focus.
Being asked his opinion by his friend, Chandler commented, "I thought it was pretty good."
Phoebe could tell that his mind was elsewhere, and didn't bother asking where. "I thought that thing before it was even better," she grinned as they made their way to the bus stop for a ride home. That had agreed before hand that neither of them felt like bothering with a taxi.
"What?"
"You know, you talking about that girl. I could tell you really liked her, Phoebe replied.
"Monica? I did. But I won't get my hopes up too high, cause, you know . . . like she'll ever call." Chandler shrugged. He knew all too well that he actually already did have his hopes up. He really wanted to see her again. He just wished he could talk himself out of it, but it was impossible.
"Way to be positive!" She shoved him playfully on the arm. "Come on, think happy thoughts!"
He glanced over at her as they walked. "You're not going to start singing that song from 'The Sound of Music,' are you?"
She laughed. "I hadn't planned on it. But, now that you mention it . . ."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Joey Tribbiani was forced to stand up by the sound of the phone ringing. He muted 'Baywatch' and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi, um, is Chandler Bing there?"
He was puzzled by the woman's voice and by what she said. She sounded hot. But, the chicks never, ever called for Chandler . . .
"No, sorry, he's out right now. Can I take a message?" he asked finally after trying to figure out if he recognized her voice. Maybe it was actually for him and she had somehow gotten the two mixed up. He eventually decided that wasn't possible.
"Um . . . no, thanks. I'll try back sometime else." She hung up quickly, and Joey was left staring at the receiver in his hand, confused, when Chandler walked into the apartment.
Chandler grinned, seeing this as a good opportunity for sarcasm. "Aw, man! Joe, I thought you'd finally gotten the gist of how to use a phone. It has * nothing * to do with telepathy!" He chuckled at his own joke and paused before asking, "What are you doing?"
Joey pressed the button that hung up the phone and turned to his friend. "Some girl just called. It was for you!"
"Don't sound so surprised," Chandler opened the fridge to get a Diet Coke, and then suddenly realized what exactly Joey had said. "Wait a minute; did she say her name was Monica?"
"No, she just asked for you and then said she would try some other time." Joey headed back to his seat in the living room to continue watching the marathon.
"I bet that was her. I can't believe she called me, let alone this soon!" Chandler finished retrieving his Coke and brought it in to sit by Joey on the couch.
"Who's Monica?" Joey asked, not taking his eyes off the television.
"A girl I met in Central Perk." Chandler was silent after that, staring at the screen but not actually taking in the images.
His puzzlement was not aided by the fact that he had a bad stomach ache. Even though it was rare for him to have them like this, he didn't pay much attention to it since it had been there slightly all day and he had learned to kind of ignore it.
While deep in thought, he listened intently for the phone to ring again; though he doubted it would. It was already ten in the evening.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Monica sat down on the toilet, its lid being down, and tried to calm herself. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes. She had made that call to Chandler's place, not really expecting him to be home yet but needing to talk to him. She wanted some defiance over George, even if he didn't know about it.
George hadn't noticed her sneaking the cordless phone into the bathroom, and probably wouldn't care. He knew she wouldn't dare call the police. Besides, she knew better than to even try.
Not being able to sit still for long, she stood once again and walked over to the mirror over the bathroom sink. She gingerly touched the bruised spot which was directly under her left eye. It was already swelling, and hurt quite a bit. Monica knew she should get some ice on it, but figured it could wait. She only needed to stay in the dark, cool room for a while and clear her mind. Glancing over to the door, she made sure its two locks were in place. The locks had been there when she bought the place two years back, and she never knew why they were there. One, she could understand, but two?
Anyway, she didn't really care, as long as they were there and worked. George had never before asked why she locked herself in the bathroom for long periods of time once in a while, usually after one of their fights, so she never told. Monica definitely preferred it that way. Besides, he probably enjoyed having her out of the way for a little bit, even though she was at work for most of the day. As long as he had his beer, he didn't care where she went.
After this particular fight, he had made her go to the grocery store and buy some boos for him. When the cashier had asked why she had that under her eye, she had simply said, "My boyfriend accidentally punched me," and walked out of the store. That line usually worked. It made the person confused, and they usually had to think for a minute. That gave her time to make her escape before the questions came.
She studied her reflection for a few more minutes and sighed. All she wanted was to be in relationship where the fights were few and easily resolved, and the love was actually there. She wasn't surprised when her thoughts once again drifted to Chandler.
~*~*~*~*~*~
TWO WEEKS LATER
After ducking out of the rain into Central Perk, Chandler shrugged off his soaked jacket and looked around. He saw Rachel leafing through a magazine, sitting on the couch, so he walked over to her.
"Hey Rach," he greeted his friend, taking a seat on the other side of the couch.
"Hi," she replied distantly.
"What's wrong?" he asked after seeing the forlorn expression on her face.
"Oh, Bloomingdales was supposed to have a huge sale but because of this stupid sudden downpour it's been cancelled." She sighed and put the magazine on the coffee table.
"Well, why can't they just have it another day?" he asked as he glanced outside. A bolt of lightening struck nearby, causing the lights in Central Perk to flicker briefly before thankfully staying on.
"The savings will never be the same!" Rachel shouted, almost in unison with the lightening, causing people at nearby tables to turn and look at her questioningly. She lowered her voice a little. "Thirty dollars for designer boots, Chandler! Thirty dollars!"
He raised his eyebrows, deciding to humor her. "Are you serious?!? That's a damned good price!"
"I know." Rachel seemed to calm down, and then shrugged. "Oh well, Ralph Lauren's having an outdoor sale in a month. The rain will stop by then."
"I'm sure it will, Rachel."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Monica stumbled outside from her apartment complex into the pouring rain. Immediately she started having second thoughts about what she was doing. Would George not like this, her simply leaving after their fight?
This time, he had gotten angry when she didn't have supper done by the time he got home. Well, he could just finish it himself, she finally decided. She realized that this time, she didn't care what her punishment was when she got back. Before she knew it, she was heading across the street toward the coffee house, oblivious of what people would think about the mark on her face. Secretly she was hoping she'd run into Chandler there, and if not, she just wanted to sit in peace and sip on some coffee, while thinking about what she should do with her life . . .
She wasn't really focusing on where she was going when she ran into a man exiting Central Perk. She stepped aside and was about to apologize when she heard a slightly familiar voice say something.
"Oh my god, Monica?"
Chandler couldn't believe his eyes. He hadn't forgotten about her - that was impossible to do - but he had given up any hope that she was going to call him again.
She looked up at him with a blank look in her eyes. It was then that he saw the bruise. It looked fairly new, and probably would have been bleeding if the rain wasn't pounding down onto her and washing it away.
Suddenly a look of recognition crossed her face, and Monica smiled sadly. "Hi, Chandler."
"What . . . what happened?" he asked, studying the mark. Being high on her left cheek bone, it wasn't easily seen unless you were really looking for it.
She was silent, and he noticed she was shivering. "Come on, let's go inside, get you out of this rain."
She let him guide her into Central Perk. When they were part way over to some chairs, she said quietly, "If I'm gonna tell you, we need to be alone." Monica glanced nervously around at the people in the coffee house. "And I don't even know if I should tell you."
Chandler looked toward the couch, but didn't spot Rachel. She must have gone back up to her apartment.
"It's alright, you can trust me," he convinced her. Somehow he already kind of knew what the bruise was from, but wasn't sure. "And about the alone part, we can go up to my apartment or something . . ."
"Okay," Monica nodded and let him show her the way up the flights of stairs and into apartment nineteen. Chandler sighed with relief when he saw that Joey hadn't cancelled his big date tonight and would probably be gone at least until three A.M.
While she took a seat on the couch, he ran to the bathroom to retrieve a towel and brought it back to her. Chandler sat down on the other side of the couch, turned so he was facing her.
Monica took the towel but did nothing but lye it, folded, on her lap and stare down at it. "To be honest I was kind of hoping to run into you. I've been thinking about you constantly since that day a couple of weeks ago we met. I could tell you're a really great guy, and I've always been an extremely good judge of character. My boyfriend's the only exception to that."
Chandler wasn't at all surprised by the mention of the word 'boyfriend.' "I've been thinking about you too," was all he said, and all she needed him to say.
"Now, I've needed to get this out of my system for almost five months, and there are a number of reasons I couldn't and wouldn't tell anyone else." Monica finally looked up and into his eyes, searching them for any reason to be afraid, untrusting. She found nothing along those lines.
He was silent, nodding when her words called for it, not really knowing what else to do but listen. He realized suddenly that he felt he had known Monica for a long, long time; much longer than he really had. Chandler only hoped she felt the same way.
She sighed slightly, and then continued. "I met this guy, George (A.N. 'Guy George,' which is the name that Boy George uses now ;) lol, sorry had to add that), in a grocery store five months back. We hit it off immediately. He acted so sweet, so loving. After two weeks, only a little while before I was about to introduce him to my parents, I did something that upset him . . . I can't remember exactly what it was now, but he got really, really angry and that's the first time he hit me."
Chandler felt the growing anger inside of him. How could someone do that to a girl as sweet and beautiful as Monica Geller?
"After that it was an ongoing experience. Eventually his landlord kicked him out of his own apartment, so he insisted on moving in with me, and I was afraid not to let him. It wasn't until I met you that I realized just how deep of a hole I had dug myself into. I can't get out. And it probably sounds like I'm just trying to get pity, but I'm not, I'm really not. I just thought you deserved some explanation for why I didn't call after that one time. I would really like to get to know you better . . . but I can't break up with him."
Chandler flinched, feeling an extra burst of pain in his stomach, but it went away after a second so he ignored it. "But I can help you break up with him!" He stood to emphasize his point and stood in front of her, making sure not to do so in a threatening way. "I can even beat him up for you if you want. It'd be my pleasure-"
He was interrupted by her standing up also, and suddenly kissing him. His breath was taken away by that kiss, but he managed to kiss back with the same intensity. Chandler didn't know why she was doing this, and knew it wasn't the best idea for the situation, but he was enjoying himself too much to break their embrace.
Monica rubbed her hands slowly up and down his sides, caught in the moment. It had been so long, so long, since she had been in a relationship that had actual love and passion in it. When she kissed Chandler, she felt like everything was falling into place, and things were going to be alright again. She didn't even think of how wrong this was or what George would do when she came back to her apartment. All she wanted was to be with Chandler, right here, right now.
Chandler ran his fingers through her silk-like hair and gently pressed her up against his closed bedroom door. She put her hand behind her and carefully turned the knob, opening the door and feeling herself being guided into the softly lit room, onto his bed . . .
Authors Note:
Okay, so there's chapter two. You guys happy for now? Lol, I know most of it was pretty boring, but I especially enjoyed writing that part at the end . . . ;)
Lol, on that one part where I said Joey was puzzled by the woman's voice and by what she said, I just kept thinking, 'but isn't Joey always?' haha, it's funny to me at least . . . cause, you know, how Joey isn't the smartest person on the show . . . okay, I need to shut up now. =D
So anyway, I'll get the third chapter to ya ASAP, if you would like. Thanks again for the reviews and I'd appreciate more. * hint * * hint * =D
Um, just so you know . . . Sometime in there Chandler did get her ice to put on her bruise, I just forgot to put it in and afterwards couldn't find a way to fit it in. Forgive me! =)
Seeya soon!