I decided to try breaking this up into a couple chapters and see how that goes. It will probably be 2 or 3 chapters, possibly four, but I doubt it, I know exactly where it's going, it's just getting there that's the problem. : ) Sorry it's kinda short but that's cause I decided if I was gonna break it up that I had to end the first part here. Please review if you want me to update, I won't update if I think no one wants to read it!
It's an AU Chandler Monica story, Chandler and Ross went to college together, but Chandler never went to the Gellers for Thanksgiving, so Chandler and Monica have never met.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
It was a dreary Saturday morning in Manhattan. The sky was gray and overcast. It was one of those lazy days where you wanted to do nothing but stay in bed all day.
Unfortunately for him, he had to be up. And he was running late. The one day for his alarm to not go off! It just had to be today of all days. He wouldn't have minded his alarm not going off on a work day. It would have given him an excuse to call in sick. Not that he minded going to work, he was lucky in that he actually liked his job. Today was going to be a strange day. It certainly wouldn't be the highlight of his life, but it was a day he had come to accept. If he wanted their relationship to improve, and it finally was improving after all the years of arguing and estrangement, he had to do this, no matter how bizarre he found it. He quickly showered, got dressed and grabbed his keys and ran out the door. Thank goodness there was a cab sitting on the corner right outside his building. Like it was waiting for him. He grabbed the door and opened it.
Today of all days she couldn't be late! As if her parents didn't already have enough ammo to use against her, she could just imagine the ruckus it would cause if she were a second off schedule. She could just hear her mother now, if she wasn't precisely on time and anything went wrong, she would be the one to take all the blame. It had been that way for her entire existence thus far. Her mother was predictable that way and would never change. Why were there never any cabs available in this city when she needed one? When she didn't need one they were everywhere. She needed a cab. Right now. The subway would take too long. Not that she would have been able to manage the subway stairs in the shoes she was wearing anyway. Just when she felt like screaming from frustration, a cab pulled up to the corner letting passengers out. Finally! At last she thought, maybe her luck was about to change for the better.
But right as she was about to reach for the door, a man appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and beat her to it. Damn! Where did he come from? There was no way she could lose this cab! Ordinarily she would have backed down and let him have it, but not today. This cab was hers, she had seen it first! It was only fair"Please let me have this cab, I'm in a hurry" she begged the stranger. "Where you headed" he asked. "The Waldorf" she replied, the desperation obvious in her voice. Normally she wouldn't have been so quick to give out such information to someone she didn't know, but she truly was desperate, and something about the way the wind had ruffled his brown hair gave him a boyish charm and instinctively she knew she could trust him. "It's your lucky day" he smiled brightly at the raven haired beauty whose blue eyes shone as brightly as his own. "I'm going there too. We can split a cab." She hopped in, grateful to finally be on her way.
The cab swirled its way recklessly through rush hour traffic, barely avoiding hitting two cars. The motion of which had thrust her into his strong, comfortable arms, causing momentary embarrassment on both sides before she moved back over to hers. They finally arrived at their destination fifteen minutes later. The cab pulled up to the curb next to the Park Avenue hotel and came to an abrupt stop. An awkward silence ensued. "Well here we are" he stated the obvious for lack of anything else coming to mind to say. "Thanks for letting me share the cab. It was very nice of you" she shyly smiled. He blushed. "Well you know, mi cab is su cab." Did he really hear those words coming out of his mouth? Mi cab is su cab? What was he thinking? Well there went any chance he may have had, he figured she'd definitely think he's an idiot now if she didn't already. He turned to pay the cab driver.
When he turned back around, she was gone. He'd just blown it. He cursed himself for not getting her number. Or her name. Typical. Did he really expect any different? Beautiful girls shot him down all the time. And she was stunning.