Chapter 10
Someone like you
Disclaimer: I don't anything to do with friends.
A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up, but ive been down in London to see Matthew Perry in his play (again…how sad am I lol)
Well that's him all finished in Britain, and you lucky Americans get him back again. But its all-good cuz it means he is away to film season 10 of friends. Yayyy Roll on sept 25th :o)
This one is just a continuation from Chapter 9 really with both Chandler and Phoebe in the hotel room, but after this its back to them separately, and where the confusion begins lol
Anyway, go read :o) and remember the review :o) Mwah.
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Chandler lay on the bed in the same position he had been in for hours, recounting excitedly his tales of college to an eagerly listening Phoebe.
He had never felt this close to anyone before, not even with his parents had he felts this comfortable. Just the way she listened intently to what he said, hanging on his every word, never interrupting with her own stories, but only to ask more questions.
Normally when he spoke to people he had an act, a front, which he put on. All a defence mechanism to help him cope with the awkwardness he felt at conversing. But this was different. He felt comfortable, relaxed even. And for the first time he enjoyed talking about himself, rather than being the person who listened to everyone else's woes.
With her there was no need to put on a show. He could be himself and he loved it.
"Ross has been like the only best friend I've ever had. I mean, ive had friends, but we are so close. He's like the brother I never had." Chandler paused for a moment to think about what he had just said. It wasn't the first time he had thought this, but when said aloud it made him contemplate the deeper meaning to it all.
"Yeah, just like a brother. We help each other, we fight, we laugh, we hang out and when Ross gets the chance we talk about dinosaurs. Well rather he does the talking, and I sleep." Chandler looked up just in time to see her give a huge smile and a little chuckle. He couldn't help but feel good inside every time he heard that laugh. It meant she was enjoying his company, and it made him tingle inside, when normally all he felt when talking was like he was an idiot.
"So Ross and Monica are brother and sister? And Rachel is Monica's best friend? Who is that guy that brought you to me earlier?" Phoebe was trying to build herself a mental picture of everything she was hearing and wanted to make sure it was prefect. She wanted to be able to dream about Chandler's life as her own when he was gone.
"Oh Jason?" He watched as Phoebe gave a look of disgust that she tried to hide from him, but her face said a thousand words.
"Jason can be a good guy, but he rubs people up the wrong way. At times it seems like he doesn't have any feelings, but im pretty sure he does deep down. But the way he treats people at times leaves me wondering why im friends with him. He seems to make it his daily mission to hurt at least one-person emotionally. Maybe its to make himself feel better? I don't suppose I'll ever know, but I sure hope he grows out of it. I'd hate to see him hurt Rachel the way he hurts others."
"Why Rachel?" Phoebe moved herself from a sitting position and lay down next to Chandler, her head directly at his, her hand supporting it so she could look at him.
"Those two have been dating since her first day in college. Its so bad everyone calls them Romeo and Juliet. But in Shakespeare's version I don't think Romeo had a bet with himself to see how many first years he could sleep with before the end of the year." Phoebe gave out a loud gasp.
"He's cheating on Rachel? Doesn't she know?"
"Oh she knows. She just wont let herself believe it. I don't know how many people have told her, but she won't admit to herself that her college sweetheart would do such a thing, and to her of all people. You see Rach has been spoiled from the minute she was born. Her dad has money, and whatever she wants she gets, men included. It doesn't make her a bad person, just a very naïve one. No ones ever said no to her, but they will one day, and it will come as a great shock. Real life is just going to hit her right in the face and hopefully knock some sense into her."
"You really care about your friends don't you?" Phoebe couldn't get her head around how sweet he was. She had never met anyone like him. Someone willing to put other peoples feelings and lives before his own.
"They're all I have really. I can't not care. But yeah, they all mean the world to me." They both smiled at each other and no more words needed to be said.
"Wow, look, it's getting late," Chandler sat himself up straight as he noticed the sun starting to pour in through the closed shutters.
"Yeah, I had better get back home before…" She shut herself up, ready to say too much again and knew this time if he questioned her she doubted she would be able to hold back.
"Me too. I promised Ross I would go with him to some science exhibit at the National Museum this afternoon. Me and my big mouth" Chandler rolled his eyes and smiled when he saw Phoebe laugh.
She was laughing outside, but inside she felt like she was being torn apart. She hated goodbyes. Too many people had left her and not come back, and Chandler was about to be another one and she didn't think she could stand it.
"Im just gonna use the bathroom before I go." Chandler gently rubbed her arm as he slid past her to go to the toilet, giving her a wide smile as he closed over the door.
She quickly shut over her eyes and tried hard to memorise that grin. Because she knew it would be the last time she saw it.
She turned and lifted the money filled envelope from the nightstand and walked quietly to the door, shutting it over silently as she left.
There was no way she was saying the words goodbye to him. As much as she would have liked to hugged him, or smelt him, or seen that smile or heard his voice for the last time she knew it would hurt too much.
She had felt a connection with him the minute he had held her close and wanted nothing in exchange.
Leaving him was killing her, but it was the way it had to be. He could never possibly see her the way she saw him. This way was for the best she tried to reason with herself as she exited the building, tears lining her face.
Chandler stood washing his hands in the sink while looking into the mirror in front of him. A smile crept onto his face as he pictured Phoebe outside waiting for him and he never felt happier.
He couldn't understand the feeling in his stomach, but he didn't care, he was happy and that was all that mattered.
He dried of his hands on a grubby towel that hung on an even grubbier steel rail and stood back in front of the mirror.
"Just be cool. Don't scare her, just ask if you can see her again, as a friend." He sucked in a deep breath of air and opened the door.
His eyes darted quickly around the room, which was now empty. She was gone.
His smile and his heart sank at the same time.
He sat back on the bed they had shared as friends, and placed his head in his hands.
"Why the hell was I so stupid! She was never interested in me" He wanted to hate her but he knew he couldn't. What he didn't know was why. He had just met her; he didn't know her all that well. But there had been that spark of electricity between them. The one he always dreamed of having when he met the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
But she was gone, and he would never likely see her again. Or would he?
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I know this one was shorter than normal, but the next one will be more in-depth.
Ok well you know what to do now…:o)
Next Chapter: How was Mon's date with Joey? Does Chandler find Pheebs? And will Rachel finally wise up to Jason?
Someone like you
Disclaimer: I don't anything to do with friends.
A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up, but ive been down in London to see Matthew Perry in his play (again…how sad am I lol)
Well that's him all finished in Britain, and you lucky Americans get him back again. But its all-good cuz it means he is away to film season 10 of friends. Yayyy Roll on sept 25th :o)
This one is just a continuation from Chapter 9 really with both Chandler and Phoebe in the hotel room, but after this its back to them separately, and where the confusion begins lol
Anyway, go read :o) and remember the review :o) Mwah.
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Chandler lay on the bed in the same position he had been in for hours, recounting excitedly his tales of college to an eagerly listening Phoebe.
He had never felt this close to anyone before, not even with his parents had he felts this comfortable. Just the way she listened intently to what he said, hanging on his every word, never interrupting with her own stories, but only to ask more questions.
Normally when he spoke to people he had an act, a front, which he put on. All a defence mechanism to help him cope with the awkwardness he felt at conversing. But this was different. He felt comfortable, relaxed even. And for the first time he enjoyed talking about himself, rather than being the person who listened to everyone else's woes.
With her there was no need to put on a show. He could be himself and he loved it.
"Ross has been like the only best friend I've ever had. I mean, ive had friends, but we are so close. He's like the brother I never had." Chandler paused for a moment to think about what he had just said. It wasn't the first time he had thought this, but when said aloud it made him contemplate the deeper meaning to it all.
"Yeah, just like a brother. We help each other, we fight, we laugh, we hang out and when Ross gets the chance we talk about dinosaurs. Well rather he does the talking, and I sleep." Chandler looked up just in time to see her give a huge smile and a little chuckle. He couldn't help but feel good inside every time he heard that laugh. It meant she was enjoying his company, and it made him tingle inside, when normally all he felt when talking was like he was an idiot.
"So Ross and Monica are brother and sister? And Rachel is Monica's best friend? Who is that guy that brought you to me earlier?" Phoebe was trying to build herself a mental picture of everything she was hearing and wanted to make sure it was prefect. She wanted to be able to dream about Chandler's life as her own when he was gone.
"Oh Jason?" He watched as Phoebe gave a look of disgust that she tried to hide from him, but her face said a thousand words.
"Jason can be a good guy, but he rubs people up the wrong way. At times it seems like he doesn't have any feelings, but im pretty sure he does deep down. But the way he treats people at times leaves me wondering why im friends with him. He seems to make it his daily mission to hurt at least one-person emotionally. Maybe its to make himself feel better? I don't suppose I'll ever know, but I sure hope he grows out of it. I'd hate to see him hurt Rachel the way he hurts others."
"Why Rachel?" Phoebe moved herself from a sitting position and lay down next to Chandler, her head directly at his, her hand supporting it so she could look at him.
"Those two have been dating since her first day in college. Its so bad everyone calls them Romeo and Juliet. But in Shakespeare's version I don't think Romeo had a bet with himself to see how many first years he could sleep with before the end of the year." Phoebe gave out a loud gasp.
"He's cheating on Rachel? Doesn't she know?"
"Oh she knows. She just wont let herself believe it. I don't know how many people have told her, but she won't admit to herself that her college sweetheart would do such a thing, and to her of all people. You see Rach has been spoiled from the minute she was born. Her dad has money, and whatever she wants she gets, men included. It doesn't make her a bad person, just a very naïve one. No ones ever said no to her, but they will one day, and it will come as a great shock. Real life is just going to hit her right in the face and hopefully knock some sense into her."
"You really care about your friends don't you?" Phoebe couldn't get her head around how sweet he was. She had never met anyone like him. Someone willing to put other peoples feelings and lives before his own.
"They're all I have really. I can't not care. But yeah, they all mean the world to me." They both smiled at each other and no more words needed to be said.
"Wow, look, it's getting late," Chandler sat himself up straight as he noticed the sun starting to pour in through the closed shutters.
"Yeah, I had better get back home before…" She shut herself up, ready to say too much again and knew this time if he questioned her she doubted she would be able to hold back.
"Me too. I promised Ross I would go with him to some science exhibit at the National Museum this afternoon. Me and my big mouth" Chandler rolled his eyes and smiled when he saw Phoebe laugh.
She was laughing outside, but inside she felt like she was being torn apart. She hated goodbyes. Too many people had left her and not come back, and Chandler was about to be another one and she didn't think she could stand it.
"Im just gonna use the bathroom before I go." Chandler gently rubbed her arm as he slid past her to go to the toilet, giving her a wide smile as he closed over the door.
She quickly shut over her eyes and tried hard to memorise that grin. Because she knew it would be the last time she saw it.
She turned and lifted the money filled envelope from the nightstand and walked quietly to the door, shutting it over silently as she left.
There was no way she was saying the words goodbye to him. As much as she would have liked to hugged him, or smelt him, or seen that smile or heard his voice for the last time she knew it would hurt too much.
She had felt a connection with him the minute he had held her close and wanted nothing in exchange.
Leaving him was killing her, but it was the way it had to be. He could never possibly see her the way she saw him. This way was for the best she tried to reason with herself as she exited the building, tears lining her face.
Chandler stood washing his hands in the sink while looking into the mirror in front of him. A smile crept onto his face as he pictured Phoebe outside waiting for him and he never felt happier.
He couldn't understand the feeling in his stomach, but he didn't care, he was happy and that was all that mattered.
He dried of his hands on a grubby towel that hung on an even grubbier steel rail and stood back in front of the mirror.
"Just be cool. Don't scare her, just ask if you can see her again, as a friend." He sucked in a deep breath of air and opened the door.
His eyes darted quickly around the room, which was now empty. She was gone.
His smile and his heart sank at the same time.
He sat back on the bed they had shared as friends, and placed his head in his hands.
"Why the hell was I so stupid! She was never interested in me" He wanted to hate her but he knew he couldn't. What he didn't know was why. He had just met her; he didn't know her all that well. But there had been that spark of electricity between them. The one he always dreamed of having when he met the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
But she was gone, and he would never likely see her again. Or would he?
~*~
I know this one was shorter than normal, but the next one will be more in-depth.
Ok well you know what to do now…:o)
Next Chapter: How was Mon's date with Joey? Does Chandler find Pheebs? And will Rachel finally wise up to Jason?