Thanks to everyone for the reviews! It means a lot, here's the next installment...little short but its getting somewhere :)
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New Beginnings
"Thanks for the painkillers man, I'm good as new." Chandler told his best friend.
"Yeah, well you still have that lump on the back of your head, are you sure you don't have a concussion?" Ross asked him, sitting on the small couch that accompanied Monica's room.
Chandler shook his head, "I'm fine" he assured him, looking around, taking in what he saw. A desk sat by the corner, opposite the door, a pile of paper the size of Mount Everest laid there neatly, staked on top. A small white couch sat against the wall near the door, currently occupied by Ross. Everything looked neat and organized, nothing was unordinary. There was a large window above her bed which looked 'normal' compared to the surrounding posters that occupied the remaining wall. Posters of- Chandler had to restrain himself from laughing- Kermit the famous puppet.
"Hey, I thought I would bring you some soup-"
Monica walked in holding a mug wafting with the smell of chicken noodle soup. She blushed immediately when she saw Chandler staring at her posters.
"-because you didn't eat supper with us." She finished, shyly.
"Um, thanks" smiling, he carefully took the mug.
"Mon makes the best soup." replied Ross.
"I'm sorry Mon was it? I'm Chandler by the way." He said setting the mug down carefully before it could burn away at his fingers.
Monica laughed. "I'm Monica; you can call me Mon if you want."
"Well ok now that we established the getting to know-each-other's-names part, I'm heading off to take my shower, see you in the morning dude." Ross said doing his weird hand-shake thing with Chandler before leaving.
"Um, so do you like it?" Monica asked, pointing to the soup.
"It's a little hot, but delicious." Chandler commented, smiling.
She smiled back waiting for him to finish his soup. This was her room after all.
"Well, um, thanks for the soup, Ill see you in the morning." He said smiling all the way out, taking the mug with him.
What the hell was that? Since when did I smile like a freak? Chandler thought. He had grinned like a loser whose been asked out for the first time! He sighed, pushing that memory to the back of his head; he made his way to the kitchen and placed the mug in the sink. He turned around, looking through the semi-darkness. Everyone was now asleep. He went to the guest room, where he was told he could sleep there, changed into his boxers and shirt before hopping into bed.
He flicked off the bed-side table lamp. The darkness completely engulfing his room, making it impossible to see.
The house was now completely dark.
Across the hall, red light beamed the time: 12:00 am. Monica didn't feel tired, but fell asleep anyway.
What was the last thing on Chandler's mind before he drifted off to sleep? He didn't know.
To him, nothing was ever planned.
Tomorrow was another day.
Another adventure waiting to happen.