Thanks for reviewing! I would have updated yesterday but we've been getting bad weather so I couldn't really get online.
Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the last.
Side note: Can't remember if I read this through or not so there might be some mistakes.
She had a bad feeling about this. It wasn't her. It wasn't right. And at the moment Monica knew that if she didn't get back to her hotel room in the same form she left in, there were going to be major consequences. And by that she meant with Chandler. Why did he have to bother her into coming to this party? Why couldn't he just leave her be to her bubbles and zit cream? This was not the way she planned on spending her first high school party- yes she is a senior in high school and has yet to attend a party- and the boy next to her was the last person she expected to be accompanying her.
Why couldn't it be Chip? He was good looking, he was smart and funny. Why didn't Chandler pass the news onto Chip?
Monica's feet began to hurt and the cab just pulled up. "My key." She reached out her hand
"What?" He questioned
"I don't want you holding onto my key because if you loose it then I'm going to be sleeping out in the hall tonight." She told him "My key."
Chandler reached back in his pocket to hand it to her before opening the door and getting out, not bothering to wait for Monica as he made his way to the door of the party.
Monica knew that wearing Rachel's shoes she packed instead of wearing her comfortable sneakers was going to be a bad idea. She watched as everyone seemed like they were from college and had a drink in each hand. They wore just plan jeans and a simple T.
Monica looked down to fix her skirt. Is it wrong that she already felt overdressed?
"Lady, are you going to get out?"
Well at least the cab drivers had the same attitude as they did at home. "Yeah..." She said hesitantly sliding out.
Monica took a deep breath and then began her first steps towards insanity.
It was loud and it was very crowded as she tried to keep up with Chandler. She so badly wanted to clean this place from top to bottom. Or maybe from bottom to top. The downstairs living room needed it badly. She would start at the marbled coffee table where there was spilt beer and plastic red solo cups everywhere. Then she would probably work her way to the potato chips that were abandoned when someone decided it was a good idea to ride a bike down the stairs and into the beautiful...now in a hundred pieces...vase. That is where she found the two couples making out next to the small bike. If only their partners knew that they were kissing two gay dudes as they watched the other couple. If only they were sober enough to figure some of the obvious things out.
Forget cleaning, Monica should work her career towards crime scenes. Would this be considered a crime? Yeah, there was a dead vase at the bottom of the stairs.
Bringing her attention back to the front she saw that she lost Chandler already. Instead she decided to walk to the kitchen, where she felt it was less obnoxious, she went ahead to grab her a drink of water.
"There you are." Chandler called, walking in with some girl
"How can you already be hooking up, we just got here." Monica rolled her eyes already annoyed.
"This is Natalie. It's her party." He explained looking down to find a cup in Monica's hands "Here, I'll make you a drink." He unwrapped his arm from Natalie's shoulder and grabbed the cup out of Monica's hands.
Chandler took the two steps needed to reach the counter full of various bottles and mixers. He splashed liquid from a few different bottles, making both his and Monica's. Then he shook the two glasses before handing over hers.
Instantly, she felt like a match was just lit in her throat as she downed her drink before her brain could tell her to stop. "Ugh!" Monica pulled the empty cup away.
Chandler chuckled "First drink, bookworm?"
She squinted her eyes shut as it went down and into her system "It's Monica. And no, just strong." She lied.
"Whatever you say." He took another drink of his "Look, I mixed that light but I still want you to take it easy."
Monica would like to think he was trying to protect her from alcoholic embarrassment or possibly even danger, but she suspects he's making fun of her. "Yeah, thanks." She replies but Chandler is already walking away.
No other reason to stick around the kitchen, Monica made her way to the couch where she would sit and slowly drink her 'lighter fluid' mixed drink.
She exhaled deeply. This was great, now she was all by herself at a party -a London party- with strangers wearing a mini skirt that was too short and she was pretty sure her hair was getting some volume from the guy sweating on the other side of the couch. She brought her drink in closer to her body to shield it from any drunk date rapist or wandering dancers.
"Well, hello there."
She bounced a little when a man plopped down next to her on the couch "I saw you over here all alone without a dancing partner."
"Yeah well-"
"Can I get you another drink?" He asked suddenly
Monica looked down at her still full glass "Sure." She pushing her glass in his hands and waited for him to turn towards the kitchen. Once he did she bolted to the nearest exit and down the hall. She ducked into an opened door, hoping it was a bathroom. But instead she found herself standing in a mans bedroom.
"You like it?"
Turning around quickly she met the most gorgeous brown eyes and dimples. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to get away from-" She paused deciding against finishing that sentence.
He nodded "I understand. It can get a little crazy sometimes." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "But if you don't mind, this was my hiding spot." He flashed her a grin
Monica smiled "I'm sorry, I'll leave."
Before she could pass him all the way he grabbed her arm "No," He stopped her to look at him "Please stay."
Monica hesitated "I can't." She answered "I actually should go." She slipped her arm out of his hand
"Maybe next time you won't have to." He said softly kind of enjoying the company of a sober girl for once
She smiled "Maybe."
"Can I at least have your number? We both have the same hiding spots to duck out of. Maybe we might have the same taste in other things."
Smiling and replying with a simple "Okay." She slung her purse over to the front of her and grabbed out a piece of paper and pencil writing it down. Area code, GPA, drinking age, 65...she still had no clue how to remember the last two numbers. "My name is Monica by the way."
He smiled grabbing the number she wrote down for him "I love your accent, Monica."
She blushed, and before saying anything else that might be embarrassing, she left.
Why did she leave? He was cute, he had a sense of humor and he was just like her...someone that didn't want to be there. But she couldn't go back up there now. That would be embarrassing. 'Yeah, my friend is actually making out with some girl so I can't leave. Mind if I stick around?' She was not going to go back up there.
She just needed to start forgetting.
Sitting outside with another drink in her hand, Monica was feeling a little tipsy. Things weren't suppose to happen this way. They were suppose to be romantic and fun. Sitting on a step stool outside a strangers house drinking only god knows what was not fun.
She couldn't just wait here all day and try to get drunk.
Standing up she tried to control her balance before walking down the porch steps. "Mr. Bing, do you need a map?" She quoted Mrs. Emerson, laughing. Stopping suddenly she started to cry "I'm never going to find love." She sighed "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" She raised her glass "He's dead, Juliet." Acting drunk didn't make matters any better.
Chandler hurried out of the house and walked down the stairs. "Let's go." He grabbed Monica
Monica gasped "Romeo!" She wrapped her arms around him "What's the rush Romeo?" She searched for his eyes
Chandler took a deep breath and grabbed the drink out of her hand "How much have you had to drink?" He poured it out in the grass as she shrugged.
"Hey!"
Monica looked back towards the door where a big man stood "Uh Oh." She muttered "Someone's angry." Her eyes grew wide before she chuckled and looked at Chandler's face "He's angry at you." She slurred
The big guy started to walk towards Chandler "You trying to hit on my girlfriend?"
"Well, yeah, we had a chat. But we mostly talked about her smelling, possessive and horribly unattractive boyfriend, which I take it is you."
"Hell you didn't, I'll make you sorry." He took a step closer
"Bob..." The girl Monica saw Chandler talking to in the corner tried to pull him away.
"Listen to your girlfriend, Robert."
Robert grunted his teeth "Piss off."
"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with the British language. Does that mean, have a nice day?" He shot back
"Chandler!" Monica hissed trying to pull him back when realizing he could be leaving with a black eye at any minute. This whole idea of her sneaking out to go to a party on a class trip was really starting to freak her out. She did not want to be drunk anymore. She just wanted to go back to being Monica.
"It means I'm going to beat you into a million bloody pieces that they'll have to mail you back to your mum."
Chandler chuckled "Well, here. Let me give you my address so you ship it to the right women..." He pulled out his wallet and flipped it opened. "Wait a minute." He paused looking at Monica next to him "I seem to have left my pen at the hotel. You got one I could barrow."
Monica shook her head begging him to stop.
"You arse!" Bob slurred swinging at him
As Chandler tried to keep him from making contact with his face he knocked Monica and caused her bag to fall off her shoulder.
Chandler shoved Bob to the ground and helped Monica.
"My book!" She reached out
"I got it." Chandler quickly grabbed all her belongings that fell out. Her book, phone and a few pencils.
Clearly having one too many drinks himself, Bob couldn't get up fast enough as Chandler hurried out of there. Ignoring his cursing out to them.
"Get the little punk!" He shouted from the ground
"Piss off!" Chandler shouted back as they ran down the street
"You wish ya had!" They yelled back
:) And there you go. All reviews will be well appreciated and thanked in the next chapter!
I do not have the next chapter written out and so I will probably not update soon. (Mainly because my prom is Saturday! Can't wait. I'll post a pic of my dress on instagram if you people care or not...courteneyfan101...it will be deleted shortly after because you can only take so much ugly in one pic.)
But seriously, please please please review! More reviews the sooner they get together ;) or they might not (I probably just gave that away)
Question: you think 5 chapters is good enough for this story? Or should I make it long?