All was well. Monica had saw Chandler over the weekend, and his arm was in a cast. He also had a few stiches on his head, which was going to leave two tiny scars. Chandler had been pretty down about that, but Monica had told him it dodn't matter, and he had cheered up. She walked into school, her back pack flung over her shoulder. When she reached the classroom, she noticed he wasnt there. She left the classroom, snuck past reception and outside. She dialled Chandler's number, and waited.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Monica? It's Nora. Chandler's ill. I did tell him to tell you. Sorry."
"It's fine. What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know. Which is a shame, I had a book signing today. But, family comes first, right?"
"I'll look after him," Monica said, not missing a beat.
"You sure? He's pretty annoying when he's sick" Nora said. Monica smiled as she heard a 'thanks Mom' In the background. "I'm sorry sweetie, but it's true."
"I don't mind taking care of him. Have a good book signing!" Monica said.
She hung up and started running the distance to Chandler's. She met Nora outside, who let Monica in. She walked upstairs and tapped on Chandler's door. After no reply, she opened the door and had to stop herself from saying 'Aw!' at what she saw.
Chandler was fast asleep, turned over on his side, breathing softly. Monica walked around his room quietly, looking at things. His room said so much about him. She smiled as she picked up a picture frame, a picture Chandler had taken of them together. She was laughing crazily in the picture, as Chandler had said something funny before taking it, but she didn't care. She looked at Chandler in the picture. He had his arm around her, and was smiling at Monica instead of the camera. His eyes said nothing but love. She smiled again and put the picture down, moving towards his window sill. She found a folded piece of paper and started reading it. It was Christmas shopping. He was getting his mother some nice stuff. She saw her name and put it down quickly. She wanted to be suprised. She moved over to his drawers next to his bed, and opened one, finding a neat little book. She picked it up and opened it at a random page.
Today I told Monica that I loved her. It was a total accident. I didn't want to scare her, but she said it back! Truth is,.. I think I've loved her from the start
Monica had to look closely, because he wrote the last part messily, but she could just make it out. She smiled and turned the page.
"I don't believe that belongs to you," Chandler said softly, his voice hoarse. Monica almost dropped the book.
"Chandler! You scared me." She said, her heart beating. She put the book in the drawer, and sat on his bed. "How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Do you want the polite version, or the not so polite version?" Chandler asked, his voice cracking.
"Polite." Monica said, rasing her eye brow.
"I feel like crap," He said, his voice still breaking.
"Chandler!" She scolded him. "I said polite."
"That was polite.." He said. Monica smiled and felt his head.
"You're really warm." She said.
"I'm freezing." He told her, and his voice was hoarse again, causing him to wince.
"Here," Monica said, handing him a throat sweet. He lay back down and closed his eyes. "Want some ice cream?" She asked. He shook his head and then he was asleep again. She reached for the book again and flipped to the latest entry.
Monica is amazing. I know I've just been writing about her and that's it, but that's because I always write about what's on my mind, and at the moment she is the only thing on my mind. I can't stop thinking about her...
Monica peered at the tiny writing at the bottom of the page, her heart fluttering when she read it.
I hope we're together for the rest of our lives.