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It's a beautiful day to spend at the park. The birds are chirping and the kids are playing. But this little girl isn't one of them. She is over by the pond that other little girls might find icky. Feeding the geese one by one she starts to tare off little pieces of her bread. "Eat birdies!" She throws it at them. When she sees a lonely goose trotting up to her she grabs some more bread and sticks it out to him.
"Ow!" She begins to cry when he father hurries over to her.
"You okay, honey?"
"Daddy, it hurts." She sticks her little finger up to her daddy so he can kiss it better.
"Sweetie, you are much bigger than that goose. And..." Her dad lifts her up so she is now in his arms "Much faster."
They start to run after the goose, yelling "Ahhh!"
Monica jolts up in bed, panting. Looking over at the clock she reads 5:29 that turns straight to 5:30 before she has a chance to look away. There was no use in trying to get back to sleep. If she got up now she would be able to get a nice warm bubble bath in and then afterwards have time to do her hair and makeup; all before everyone else meets in the lobby. She would also have time to get breakfast...
Monica pulls the covers back and hurries to the bathroom to start the water.
"And this is the original copy where Shakespeare wrote all his famous lines in." The tour guide said enthusiastically
"No it's not."
Monica's eyes grew wide. She didn't mean for that to come out. She stood there with her notebook and pencil in hand. Oh God, now everyone is staring at her. 'Too late now I might as well continue' She said to herself. Eyeing the tour guide she starts to explain how she knew for a fact this wasn't the real copy. "Shakespeare wrote his most famous plays in the book 'First Folio' Which therefore is located in the museum 'The First Folio'. No matter how close you try to get to it. You can't." She simply said "It's guarded just as well as the Declaration of Independence. If you try to get a better look just by getting closer the alarm will go off and you will be escorted out." She told him looking over at the worn out book that wasn't even in a protective glass case. "Just by seeing that I can reach out and touch this book that was probably dropped in a puddle of water to make it look the way it does before they set it on that wobbly platform, means this obviously isn't the original copy."
Everyone was dumbfounded. Even the tour guide, that looked like a kid who just found out Santa wasn't real, was shocked.
Monica realized she shouldn't have said that and started to walk away.
"She probably learned that from her books that she always has her head in." Janice said laughing about it to Kathy, quietly "Or from her idiot brother."
She buried her head in her hands as her purse was sat next to her. She couldn't believe she just said that out loud. Now everyone knows she is a nerd.
"Hey."
She looked up to find Chandler next to her "Why can't you just leave me alone." She shot at him "Everywhere I go you are there. Just. Leave. Me. Alone." She said just as the first tear came.
Chandler knew she needed her space. So he left a little room between them when he sat down next to her.
"God!" She sighed heavily
"Okay, what's up?" He asked
Wiping away the final tear she shook her head "Why would you care?"
"Because. I just do." He shrugged
Closing her eyes trying to stop the tears she looked down at the ground "I've just been thinking about my family, that's all."
He nodded not sure how to respond.
"It's stupid." She laughed at herself "I'm going to see them in a couple days."
He nodded for the second time "What if I told you I knew a place that could make this all better?"
She looked at him waiting for him to explain. But instead, he grabbed her bag and ran out the door causing Monica to run after him.
Looking up as she stood in front of a giant Ferris Wheel, Monica's eyes went wide "I am not going on that!" She shrieked
"Yes you are." Chandler handed their tickets over and pulled Monica on with him.
They sat across from each other in the small box cart. Chandler watched as Monica closed her eyes and he knew then that she was afraid of heights. Smiling he looked out over the city to see how gorgeous it was. "You don't know what you're missing." He took in the fresh air before they stopped at the top waiting as new passengers got on.
Monica slowly opened her eyes to see what he saw. It was spectacular when she saw the city from a birds eye view. There was a fountain in the distance where young teens went to get away and kids played tag, elderly couples sat close on the bench as they enjoyed the breeze that came and went. She could really see herself falling in love here.
"You see that building over there?" Chandler pointed off to the horizon where a medium sized building sat for hundreds of years. He then took out his wallet where a very similar picture sat. He held it up right next to the building to compare.
"You've been here before?" Monica asked seeing the resemblance
He sighed not caring for the memory that he had with this particular building "I lived here." He said, putting the picture back
Monica kept her eyes on his waiting for him to explain. But when he didn't she pushed him further "When?"
Chandler looked back at the green apartment building with a small England flag waving with the wind. "My mom had a book signing here." He started "It was when I was nine. Her and dad just split up and she took me with her. For ten months I've lived here." His eyes still on his old home "Right through that window I spent most of my nights alone."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm not." His eyes didn't meet hers for the rest of the ride until they got off where Monica then asked if he wanted to grab a bite to eat. He replied no. He wasn't all that hungry at the moment. "I'll catch up with you later." He began to walk one way, leaving Monica alone.
She knew he probably just wanted to be alone. But forget him. He did the same thing to her. No, she wasn't going to do that.
Monica left the Ferris Wheel and headed for the hotel. Alone.
An hour later she was back in her room after grabbing a quick salad down the street.
She needed to clear her mind. She needed to let some things go and just relax.
Putting on her jogging shoes she was ready to clear her mind. Before leaving the hotel Monica looks at her phone and reads 0 minutes remaining. Sighing deeply she threw her phone back on her bed where it bounced a few times before landing.
Walking down the hall she found herself knocking on Joey Tribbiani's door.
"Sup?" He questioned
"Where's Chandler?" She asked
He shrugged "Weren't you the last to see him? He's your buddy." He said "The rest of the class just got back. Mrs. E said we should all have some cooling down time and take a nap or something." He explained "I haven't seen Chandler."
Monica nodded "Alright, thanks."
Joey shut the door leaving Monica, once again, alone.
She began walking down the hall all the way to the elevator. She was just going to go for a jog and forget about everything that happened the last few days. She was going to forget about Chandler, and her drunken night, and Chandler. Everything. Her mind is going to be clear before she returned back to this hotel.
Monica's breathing became heavier the farther she went. Her mind was running and the next thing she knew she was standing in front of the underground skate park. She was about to take another step further when her foot was stuck to the ground.
Looking down she saw what was underneath her shoe that was keeping her in the spot she was.
Mint Orbit Gum
"Figures. It just had to be gum." Monica hops over to a nearby garbage can where trash has been thrown. She tries to scrap the gum off on the side of the metal can as best she could.
"Sweeeet Caroline!"
Even though his voice is slurry, she still recognizes it. Chandler.
Monica looked up and across the street to where a bar sat on the corner of the block. Sure enough, there he was stumbling out of the pub holding a nearly empty beer bottle. She considers bolting before he sees her but thinks twice of it.
He was definitely drunk.
As she watches him start down the street she knows that he didn't see her. He is stumbling a lot and Monica doesn't think twice as she darts after him. She'd better make sure he doesn't get into any more trouble. She didn't need another thousand words to write.
Crossing the street she runs after him. She had ten more feet before she would have caught him but when Chandler turns around on his heel he bumps right into Monica.
"Oh!" She yelped, surprised, as she tries to figure out an explanation as to why she is following him out of the bar and down the street.
"Lucky me." Chandler slurs "Bumping into a hot girl like you."
Monica would take that as a complement if his eyes weren't shut tightly and she wasn't all red and sweaty from her run.
He was rubbing his eyes as Monica tried to pull his hand away.
"It's me, Monica." She tried to get him to be more coherent but he was forcing his hand back to his face and since Monica was all sweaty it caused her hand to slip out of his.
When she lets go, his fist snaps back hard enough to punch himself in the eye.
"Ow!" He shouts "That wasn't nice."
She sighs "Why are you at a bar alone?"
"I'm not alone. I was with friends. Lots of friends..." He trails off but Monica sees no sign of these supposed friends
"Where are these friends?" She asks
"Just left. And I'm leaving too." He turns and steps down the sidewalk where he trips over his shoelaces.
Monica lungs forward to steady him "You are not going anywhere alone. You can barely walk." She bends down to tie the laces for him
"What are you my mum?"
"Maybe you could use one." She mutters
Chandler finally drops his hands from his eyes where they are all red and puffy
"What happened to you anyway?" She stands up
"My friend bought me a shot and it was called Stuntman. And as you drink it you have to squirt a lime in your eye. Now, what kind of American would I be to turn down a free shot?" He explains
Monica nodded "That was really smart of you." She throws his arm over her shoulder as they begin to walk back to the hotel.
"Lissen." He says after leaning his whole body against Monica "I was jus doin' some thinkin', ya know? Like a spy." He hiccups
"What are you talking about?" Monica grunts, trying to hold up his body so he doesn't face plant.
"The Heights, Monica. Ya know, like this cool place no one knows about! Maybe your dude, Tyler, is there."
The more excited he gets about this spy thing he's been talking about, the less steady he gets on his feet. He's gesturing wildly, and his hand brushes up against Monica's boob. But he doesn't seem to notice so she keeps quiet as she focuses on bringing him back to the hotel.
"Isnit great Monica?" He's beaming and this is the happiest she has seen him in days "We should check it out! Less go!"
"No. The only place you will be checking out is your bed." She spots the hotel just a few buildings away.
"Wait wait waitttt!" He stops and looks in the window to this small wine cellar. "Let's go in there."
Monica looks in and suddenly her heart stops. She spots Mrs. Emerson sitting at a table with a drink in her hand as she laughs with a man. Apparently Chandler wasn't the only one who needed a drink.
"Look Monica! Cheese, I love cheese!" He begins to knock on the window and the only thing Monica can think of is to grab him by the collar and pull him down with her.
"Hey!" Chandler says. He tries to stand up but she pulls him closer to the ground "Watcha doin'?"
"Resting." Monica replies
"Yeah, I need to rest too." He says and leans his head on her shoulder with a sigh "This is nice."
"Yep." Monica places her hand on the back of his head to keep him from popping up and into Mrs. Emerson's sight.
She takes a deep breath before taking her chances, as everyone is staring at the two strange American tourist lying on the sidewalk, and she starts to pull away slightly; crawling away while still having a strong grip on Chandler.
He yanks her hand off and starts to follow behind.
Once they are free from the window she grabs him again and he slings his arm over her shoulder as they stand.
"Are we almost home yet?" He asks
Monica finds the hotel just a block away "Almost." She answers
As they walk in she carries him straight to the elevator, hoping none of their classmates spot them in this condition, with Chandler half on Monica.
"Are we almost there yet?"
Monica helped him in the elevator once it opened "You really are drunk, aren't you?"
"I am glad to have a buddy like you. You are the best buddy ever!" He yells before the doors close.
Monica walked him the rest of the way to his room and opened the door with his spare key. Looking around she was surprised to find his room half way decent and not at all trashed.
"Alright, why don't you lie on your stomach." Monica told him as she filled a glass with water. "And drink lots of water."
Chandler lied down with a smile "This bed is really comfy." He exclaimed "Is your bed this comfy? I bet it's not."
Monica started to untie his shoes and slip them off for him "I'm sure all the beds are the same." She set his shoes on the floor "Now remember to sleep on your stomach." She reminded him as she headed for the door "And drink lots of water." She points to the glass on his night stand
"I don't need that. I feel great." He rolls over onto his back "You wanna join me? C'mon, it feels great." He pats the opened space next to him
"No, that's okay." She replies. "Now don't sleep on your back." Hearing his soft snore she knew he was already out.
She set his key card on the table for him to find in the morning then reaches in her pocket for hers. Only, her hand slips right through into a rip that sends her straight through to her thigh. "Oh God" Monica starts to panic as the realization sets in and she starts to think about her key out there lost on the streets somewhere. She could always go to the front desk and ask for another? But there is a fine for lost keys, and Mrs. Emerson will know that they've been sneaking out.
Monica looks back to the bed. She can't sleep in the same bed as Chandler.
She watches as he rolls over onto his stomach and she feels a little at ease. Carefully grabbing his spare pillow and the rug at the end of the bed she walks over to the chair in the corner of the room. She will just sleep there tonight.
But after only fifteen minutes she realizes she isn't going to get any sleep. The chair was too stiff and the rug had little knots that were digging into her back. There was a reason this rug was on the floor. People walk on this rug. She practically had feet walking all over her. But the only other option was...no, she can't...she won't.
Monica turns and eyes Chandler's bed. He is taking up exactly half of the queen size bed. There was enough space for her. She could climb right next to him without actually touching him.
Taking a deep breath, in case she needed it, Monica walks over to the other side and slowly lies down. Yes, this was comfy. She thinks for a moment how hard it will be to sleep knowing Chandler Bing was right next to her. But in a second, her eyes are shut and she begins dreaming.
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