Author's Note: Heya guys. I hope y'all are enjoying this story so far. I'm not planning on making it too long of a story, so please just bare with me here. And once again, I have no idea where this story is going. Its like when you get into a car and just drive around without a clear destination. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.
I listened to two songs while writing this chapter and you can listen to them if you want to:
Saliva-Always
Gary Allen-All I had going is gone
Enjoy chapter 4!
"She is going to know something's wrong if you keep distancing yourself from her," Rachel's words kept flashing through his mind. He glanced around the dark room, forgetting where he was for a moment.
Monica who was curled up beside him, opened her eyes a slit. "Chandler?" She asked softly. "Something wrong?" She sat up to glance at him and waited for him to speak.
He shook his head. "Nothing's wrong, I just need some air. You get back to sleep," he leaned over to give her a quick kiss, before getting up and walking out of the room. He slipped his jacket on, then walked out of the apartment. He leaned against the wall for a moment, before walking out of the building. There was nothing like cool crisp air to clear someone's mind.
He had unconsciously walked to Central Park, and sat down on a bench. What was he suppose to do now? He rubbed his head nervously. What if Monica found out he had slept with Rachel from someone else. She would be devastated. He didn't even care that her and Ross would probably kill him for this.
He had sat in this one spot until dawn started lighting up the sky. He had to tell her. The truth would eventually come out, so he might as well get it over with. He stood up, then headed back towards the apartment.
When he walked in, Monica was awake and making breakfast. "Hey there, sweetie." She smiled.
He didn't say anything as he took his jacket off and hung it back up. He fiddled with his hands nervously, not daring to look at her.
She walked over to him. "Chandler?" She asked. "You alright? Your not looking so good right now." She led him over to the couch, then sat down beside him. "Tell me what's wrong."
Then the door opened and the others walked in to join them. "Hey guys," Ross greeted, wrapping an arm around Rachel's shoulder.
Joey sat down on Chandler's other side. "What's up, man?" He asked, glancing from him to Monica, then back again.
Monica shrug. "He won't tell me. Your his friend, so maybe he'll tell you whatever is wrong." She glanced at the others. "You guys want to grab some coffee or something?" She asked. Once the others agreed, they walked out of the apartment.
Chandler took a deep breath. "I did something incredibly stupid," he said softly. "A few weeks ago I had an argument with Monica. I don't even remember what the argument was about now. So I stormed off and went straight to the stupid bar over a stupid argument. What if we were married and had an argument?" He shook his head. "That wasn't the worse part. I got drunk, as did Rachel who had just had an argument with Ross, and.." he paused for a moment. "I ended up sleeping with her. Now if I tell Mon, she's going to be devastated."
Joey was just listening in silence. "Rachel actually told me what happened the next day after you guys left." He confessed. "But look, man, I promise I won't say a word to her until your ready."
Chandler sighed. "I'm ready now, its just... i don't know how to tell her.." He glanced at his hands nervously. "How do you tell someone that you slept with someone else?"
Joey thought a moment. "If your ready, then you're just going to have to say it. Sure she'll probably be mad to start with, but I'm sure she will end up forgiving you because you two belong together."
After his talk with Joey, Chandler decided he needed to just tell her. But how would she react? How angry would it make her? It didn't matter, because he deserved it. He paced the apartment until the door opened and Monica came in. "You alright now?" She asked, walked over to him.
Chandler shook his head. "No, I'm not. Mon, I really need to talk to you."
She nodded. "Alright." She walked over to the couch, and motioned for him to sit next to her. "You can tell me anything," she said softly.
He slowly sat down beside her, then fiddled with his hands. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. "Mon.."
She took a breath. "Just say it," she said in understanding. "Nothing can be this hard, unless.." she pulled back to glanced at him. "Is it bad news? Are we breaking up?"
He flinched at the words 'Breaking up,' then shook himself. "No, no, nothing like that. A few weeks ago, after we had that big argument, I went to a bar and got drunk," he started. He was glancing at the floor so he wouldn't have to look at her. "And then, I.."
She wondered what was so hard for him to say it, but then something dawned on her, that made her heart start racing. Why else would he be telling her this? She shook her head, then stared in the distance. "Who was she?" She asked, then when he didn't answer, she repeated louder this time. "Who was she?"
He swallowed nervously. "You have to know that I was drunk and I would never do anything to hurt you. It was a mistake, I promise you that."
She glanced at him. "Well, who was she?" She repeated. "Do I know her?"
He buried his face in his hands. He knew that he was about to lose her. The one good thing he had going for him.
"Who was she?" She repeated, louder this time so that she was sure he had heard her.
He whispered the name but there was no mistaking what he had said. "Rachel."
"Rachel?!" She stood up, then went to pacing. "This why you have distanced yourself from me?" She asked, crossing her arms. She covered her mouth. "It is, isn't it?"
He shook his head. "Mon.."
"What?!" She snapped. "You going to tell me that its over between us and that you want to go back to Rachel?"
"What? No!" He insisted, glancing at her. "I love you, Mon, and only you."
She shook her head. "I.. I need to think.." she grabbed her jacket, then walked out of the apartment.
He watched her leave, then once again buried his face in his hands. Had he lost her forever? Of course he had. He had screwed up big time. He slid off the couch until he was sitting in the floor, then pulled his knees up to his chest and rocked himself.
Author's Note: There ya go! Chandler's pov, and the truth! I hope this chapter was satisfactory for y'all. And as always, review, follow, favorite or all three if you haven't done so yet.
Tall, out!
