Mason Park - Chapter Fourteen

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The next morning...

"Chandler." The voice so soft reaches my ears and grabs my attention. It's Ashley, and she's curled up against my back, her left arm over mine, supporting her as she leans up to whisper in my ear. The sweet smell of her perfume still lingering on her baby soft skin and her silky hair falling over my chest could have me easily mistaking my bed for heaven.

"Chandler, it's time to get up, I think the guys are here." She whispers and lays her head down on mine, sandwiching my head between hers and the pillow.

Last night when we walked Ross, Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe to their hotel, we gave them a key to our house so they could over in the morning without waking us up, I guess they failed.

I slowly roll over, careful not to roll on top of Ashley, and face the ceiling with my eyes still closed. She repositions herself directly on top of me and rests her body on mine. Just the feel of her skin on my bare chest is enough to drive me wild and I do everything I can to control myself and settle for Sunday morning cuddling and listening to the heavy rain fall down against the window.

Neither of us makes any effort to get out of bed and I know if I stay here any longer, I'm going to fall back asleep. I slowly start to sit up with my eyes barely open and my arms holding Ashley to my chest. I maneuver our way off of the bed and across the ridiculously large room to set Ashley in a comfy white chair that we spent a two hours trying to move upstairs from the living room.

I gently set her down as if she were a little child, and move into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Ten minutes later, when I emerge behind a cloud of steam, Ashley is in a bathrobe, the bed is made, and she's laid a pair of jeans and a faded black t-shirt out for me on the bed. The second that I'm ten feet from the door, she bolts behind me and into the bathroom so she can take her shower before I decide that I'm not clean enough.

I approach the clothes and take minimal time putting them on before heading downstairs to greet my friends.

It looks as if it were five years ago and we were all back in New York. Monica is busy cooking away in the kitchen, Ross is sitting by the window with a cup of coffee and the Los Angeles Times, Rachel is in the downstairs bathroom fixing her hair and makeup, and Phoebe is sitting in front of the TV with Joey, his kids placed between them.

I walk into the kitchen to see what Monica is making and as I reach for a piece of bacon, my hand is violently slapped away by a spatula. "Ow!"

"You eat when everybody else eats." Monica threateningly points the plastic cooking utensil at me and gives me her trademark angry look. I turn to Ross, who had been watching us, and he pulls his hand from behind the paper and shows me a big read mark on the back of it where Monica had gotten him too.

I shake my head and pour myself a cup of coffee and head over to the couch where Phoebe, Joey, and the twins sit, every eye transfixed on the screen in front of them.

"What are you gu--"

"Shh!" Before I can even get the whole sentence out, I'm shushed by every man, woman, and child in the room. Apparently I only talk when everybody else talks too.

I once again shake my head and make my way out of the room to head back into the kitchen for the sugar I had forgotten. Just as I extend my arm out to set my cup down, Monica whips around and I start thinking of every possible way to protect myself from the wrath that is her.

"Chandler! You're out of eggs. I need more!" Her hands are set on her hips, the left one still clutching the spatula.

"What? I had a whole carton of eggs in there. Where did they go?"

"Well, if you must know, I used a few of them for making cookies this morning, which will not be eaten until at least after lunch. I used a few to make about half of the breakfast, and a few others were bad."

"Well, why didn't you just send them to their room and tell them not to come down until they were able to control their rebel ness?" I smile at my little joke and stuff my hands in my pocket.

Monica gives me another death glare and I quickly grab my keys and run out the door before I get whipped with a ladle.

About a month and a half after we moved out here, I decided that it would be a good idea for me to get a car too, in case I ever needed to actually go somewhere or if something were to happen to Ashley and her car wasn't here...that and there are no cabs that just randomly cruise these streets looking for rich celebrities that need a ride.

I didn't want anything fancy so I got a small SUV...that just happened to be the most expensive Range Rover that the dealership had. The exterior is painted black and the interior is an off white leather with black trim. It just happens to be the perfect car for me.

I slide into the driver's seat and make my way through the twisting roads and down into west Los Angeles, where the traffic isn't looking too great.

The nearest grocery store is only six blocks away, and as I'm debating if I should just park the car here, where it's not so crowded and walk (I also happen to have a very large umbrella), or wait until I get to the store and spend 20 minutes trying to find a space, I don't notice the stop light that turned red at least five seconds before I got there, and as my car rolls across the intersection, I also don't notice the big 18 wheeler headed right for me.

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to be continued…

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Ok, I lied, it's one more chapter after this one, sorry. I just thought it would be a better idea to end it here and leave you guys hanging for a little while so I can have time to decide which ending I would like to use. I wrote three different ones that all end differently, all I have to do is chose. Depending on what you guys say in your reviews is how I'll end it. It's your story.

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