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Can I just say one last thing that is remotely related to this story...I stole a pen cap from a job interview because they pissed me off. I was there over 2 and a half hours and didn't get an actually interview because I left. I about had a BF (White Chicks) They had me fill out forms but said they needed the pen back...they didn't say anything about the pen cap. So I took it with me. Do you think they have traceable? Whatever. It was either the cap or the nicely sharpened set of knifes they wanted us to sell. And well I was going to take those but they wouldn't fit in my purse.

Haha, I'm just kidding. My pen didn't come with a cap.

Mrs. Emerson took the group out to lunch where they all filled three tables and a booth. She allowed them to take out their phones and message whomever since they were on the last couple days of the trip and she needed to get her moneys worth.

Chandler sat right next to Monica and took out his flip phone that he was handed at the beginning of the trip. Looking over at Monica he noticed her watching as everyone else messaged their friends back at home. "Do you want to call your friend?" He offered

Monica turned and looked at the phone he was extending out to her. Shaking her head she replied that she was fine.

He hesitated before slipping it back in his pocket "Is everything alright?" It was weird asking her if everything was alright. It was usually her just telling him to leave her alone and him just bugging her until she couldn't stand it. But now, with Monica saying she was fine, Chandler felt that something might be wrong.

Monica couldn't help but wonder if there was ever going to be a chance she might actually meet Tyler. With her being sober that is. He seemed sweet and caring over text but she never got to experience what he might be like in person. Was he funny, smart, cute, strong? She was beginning to think her dream guy was right next to her. He was always there. Tyler was just words on a screen, but Chandler was the one that was really by her side this whole trip.

Smiling she nodded "Yeah, everything is much better now." She leaned into his side and the next thing that came was even a shock to Chandler. He swung his arm around and lied it gently on her shoulders like it was an instinct and they were meant to be in this position.

Mrs. Emerson gathered the group outside the restaurant to start counting heads. There were a couple people missing when she announced the final destination on her agenda for the day. "Does everyone have their buddy?" She started towards the front of the line with her clip board "We will be heading the rest of the way to the Stratford-Upon Avon town in just a few short minutes." She fiddled with her purse until she found her phone to call the bus driver.

Chandler glanced at Monica next to him and found her grinning from ear to ear. She had a notebook and a pencil in hand as she waited to write down any information given. All this trip he has been wondering why she carries a pencil in her purse instead of a pen. Pens are so much easier. They don't break, they write darker and plus, when someone asks for a writing utensil, they don't ask for a pencil they ask for a pen. Chuckling to himself he finally asked her "Why do you have pencils in your bag?"

Monica looked up at him from writing down a few notes that she might need to remember about how the environment was like at the Globe. Shrugging she answered "Because they erase if I mess up. This way I don't have to keep crossing off stuff. I'm saving people." She said simply

"Saving people?" He questioned

She sighed as she began to explain "Yes. Since I am using a pencil I don't have to scribble out any unnecessary information. This way I can use the whole paper as notebooks are intended to be used. If I had a pen I would probably only be writing a few things down, front and back. Therefore I would need another sheet. But, if you think about it paper comes from trees, we need trees for oxygen, if we keep wasting paper sooner or later all the trees will be gone and thus fore so will the people." She rambled on "I am saving people."

Chandler smiled "That was cute." He replied to her rather long but detailed answer "But, if you also think about this objectively, school is killing people."

She shook her head "School is not killing people."

"I think it is. Because, school uses textbooks, textbooks use paper, paper comes from trees, trees give us oxygen and we can't live without oxygen now can we?" He crossed his arms pretty proud of himself for coming up with that.

"Technically!-"

"Give it up Mon." He cut her off

Monica put her finger down. "Fine, but this conversation is not over."

Chandler smiled, he could roll with that.

"Oh my God." Monica mused as they walked around the street and onto the boulevard. "It's gorgeous." Her steps got slower and slower as she looked up at the ancient buildings that lined the street so perfectly. Just to think, Shakespeare walked these same streets. Monica's heart about stopped when thinking about it.

"Isn't it?" Mrs. Emerson came up beside her with the same kind of excitement in her tone. "The way the bricks shine..." She smiled "It shows off the nature of the environment beautifully. And just how the street lights look so old and ancient is magnificent."

Monica nodded agreeing with it all "And the road, and how its-"

"Yes!" She replied, already knowing what she was going to finish about how you can tell what journey Shakespeare took just by the way the tiles are facing on the road. Something not many tourist notice when they visit.

The class watched as they shared a conversation among themselves. "Well I think it's delirious while listening to the two of you." Kathy commented as she took out a nail filer from her bag.

They snapped out of it and turned around to face the rest of the group.

"Okay, I have maps here for everyone." Mrs. Emerson started handing them out "If you get lost just look at your map. And we are to meet back here in a couple hours." She gave the last map to Chip "Explore, have fun and learn!"

Chandler grabbed Monica's hand and led her one way while the rest of the group went the other. It was around four in the evening and he knew just the place to relax. Remembering back when he was just a kid, his mom would take him to this gorgeous garden where she would get a chance to call up a few of her agents; she would always say that small moment, was their moment together. Chandler never liked the idea of flowers, or even the way the bushes were designed to make a type of creature. He always thought it was all boring and dull, and just another excuse to give his mom to spend time with him. But now that he is older, he knew the meaning behind the Bancroft Gardens.

There was this beautiful pond that Chandler would find himself staring at for hours at time. No one could get him to leave once he was there. He always thought fish had much simpler lives. They didn't have to be somewhere, they didn't have responsibilities or families to worry about. Hell, they even swim in their own filth.

"Chandler, where are we going?"

It was the first thing spoken to him since he was handed his map. Monica was concerned after he pulled her away and didn't say a word of where they were headed and what for.

When he stopped just outside the gates her question was answered. "So, what do you think?" He smiled down at her

She walked in, amazed by how stunning this garden was.

Chandler kept his grin as he watched her in awe. "I take it you think it's beautiful?"

"Beautiful? Chandler, this place is gorgeous, it's so amazing." She continued to walk around until she found a near by bench that they sat on. She sat there and watched as Chandler shoved another mint bubbly in his mouth. "What is with you and that gum?"

He looked up at her like she was crazy. "I'm sorry, have you tried the gum?"

She shook her head

"Then you aren't one to judge." He chewed "I will have you know that this is the best gum you will ever taste."

Monica eyed the package "Mint Gum?" She made a discussed look

He rolled his eyes and brought the package closer to her "Did you read the fine print?"

She scrolled through the wording; ingredient, sugar, side effects...

Until she came to the four words he was referring to "Made only in Mexico."

He nodded, grinning as he brought back the package of gum. "Each year when my mom goes for her book signing she gets me a pack of this gum." He looked it over "I always hated mint, it just never taste right to me." He started to explain "When she came home after five months of being away and all she got me was mint gum, I will admit, I was mad. Pissed even." He looked back up to meet Monica's eyes "But I was twelve. I loved my mom and with her busy schedule she actually found the time to buy me something. So I felt like I owed it to her to at least try it." He paused "And when I did, it tasted so good I ate the whole pack that first day."

Monica's eyes grew wide "That's a lot of gum." She could barely handle 2 pieces in a day, but he somehow managed 24.

He sighed "It was like niketan packs to me." He took a deep breath as he explained "Ever since I lived here I started to get addicted to smoking. When I heard that my parents were getting a divorce I went out and had my first cigarette. I was so angry with myself but it was my relief. I got addicted right away and I took one after the other until the carton was gone. I tried to hide it at first but as time went on it got useless to me. Why should I hide the pain my parents caused me? So I began smoking in front of them and it wasn't long before they found out."

He looked down when he went further into the story that he couldn't even look at her "It got worse fast, I couldn't put them down. It came to the point where my mom tried to force them out of my hands, but I was a growing teen and I was stronger." Swallowing the lump in his throat he continued "When she went to take them from me I pushed her. I didn't know how hard I had until she was on the floor and hit her head. After that I knew I had to quit. Not just for me but for the sake of the people around me. And I haven't had a cigarette since that night." He closed his eyes afraid he just ruined it with Monica next to him. "I just felt like you should know that side of me before this goes any further." He motioned between them.

Monica was silent. She wasn't sure what to say so she lifted his chin until his tear streamed eyes met hers. She leaned in to kiss him, hoping that kiss will help her in finding the words to say to him.

"That must have took a lot of guts to say." She whispered "And I'm sorry if I brought that out of you without you being ready."

He shook his head "I was ready."

"Oh My God!"

They both broke their closeness to find Janice standing there watching the two of them. She stepped closer so that she was now sitting next to them "Who would ever think the class clown would be going out with the nerd." She laughed

Monica's face flushed as she was getting upset with her being there.

"And to think, we went out for eleven months and I never once heard the smoking story from you, Chandler." Janice said "Looks like bookworm pulled that one out of you, ha? Did her boring facts cause you to scream out your story so that we could all hear your voice for once and not Shakespeare's quotes?" She laughed

"Janice, we were having a private conversation." Chandler said as he tried to control his anger that was building up inside of him.

"About gum." She paused "Then it turned into like a sob fest 1984, hahaha." She laughed

Monica reached out for Chandler's hand "We better be going back." She said before they both stood up and headed back to where their class was to meet their teacher.

Monica kept his hand in hers with a firm grip, not wanting to let go. The silence between them was comfortable but Monica was grateful when Chandler spoke up.

"So I guess you know about Janice and I now?"

She nodded "Is there still a Janice and you?" She asked afraid there might still be feelings there. And if there was she didn't want to be in the middle of that.

"No, I broke it off when I realized that I liked someone else." He smiled over at her and squeezed her hand lightly

Monica's smile was harder to come by but she put on a fake one. He has had feelings for her since Janice and him broke up? That took her by surprise.

When they reached the fountain they originally stood by before everyone went their separate ways, they found Mrs. Emerson starting to take role again. "Well I'm glad some of our buddies are getting along." She smiled as the two walked up "But it seems as if the others are hard to follow directions. Janice, you need to stay with Chip."

Janice trailed up behind them and slouched down next to Chip Matthews on the bench.

"Alright, now that everyone is back, we can head over to the hotel and relax. I hear the pool is open late tonight." Mrs. Emerson grinned excitedly as she led everyone over to the bus.

Monica closed her door to her hotel room when they returned. She was exhausted from the days adventures and right now she could go for a nice dip in the pool then afterwards she would come back up and take a warm bath before continuing to work on her reflection paper that is due in three days time.

She slipped on her swimming suit and a pair of shorts with a loose T-shirt over it. Grabbing her bag that contained her book and room key she opened up the door.

Chandler jumped back when the door that he was standing in front of, opened.

"Jesus!" Monica gasped as she put her hand on her chest.

"Sorry, didn't mean to give you a fright." Chandler apologized

"A fright?" She chuckled "Somebody has been in London too long." She shut her door behind her and stepped out in the hall.

Monica began walking to the elevator with Chandler following. "Going to the pool?" He asked

She shrugged "Just for a quick swim, to relax."

He nodded and rode the elevator down with her "What if I told you there were fireworks tonight at the festival and I knew a great spot to watch them." He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the elevator walls as he popped his gum.

"Fireworks, ha?" She questioned "You know, I'm getting tired off all your rule breaking."

"It's not breaking the rules if you don't get caught." He smiled when he saw her smile. Once the elevator doors opened he grabbed her hand "Come on."

They stood with the crowd and watched it get dark. Chandler had Monica close to him as she stood in front. It was loud as the drunk English men passed around drinks of all sorts.

"Isn't this a family function?" Monica could smell the whisky on the man next to her as she leaned closer to Chandler.

"Lets go somewhere more private." He pulled her away and led them out of the festival gates all the way across the street to a green apartment building.

"Isn't this your old house?"

Chandler opened the door and started to walk up the stairs "Yeah, it never had the best security." He answered

Monica was right behind him with her bag still on her shoulder. It was silent the rest of the way up until Chandler opened the door that led them out to the roof. "Wow." Monica smiled "You can see everything from up here."

All the carnival rides were lit up and the little kids had glow sticks. You could see the boats out on the lake waiting for the show to begin like everyone else. The police stopped the traffic for young parents with toddlers to cross and go home before it got to loud to be around. Even the couples that were on romantic dates stopped by to watch with a blanket to sit in the grass. This night was going to be spectacular.

Monica felt Chandler's strong arms wrap around her and he smiled over at another quiet couple that was on the other side of the roof top.

"This spot is perfect." She leaned into him as they looked out over the railing.

He kissed the side of her head and took in her scent.

Monica couldn't hold it in any longer. She had to ask.

Turning around she faced him "Why did you kiss me that night in the fields?"

He didn't hesitated before he answered "Because I really like you."

"If you like me so much, why did you do all those horrible things to me?" She tightened her arms around his waist

Chandler looked out over the city and watched as the night got darker "I don't know." He said a little angry at himself for doing it in the first place "I guess because I found it cute when you got mad at me."

"You liked to see me mad?" She questioned

He sighed "I don't know." He shrugged "I just thought that if someone else was in pain, then they felt what I had felt." He said honestly

"Chandler...I already felt your pain without you having to do it to me." She told him, searching for his eyes

"I know that now."

Chandler leaned down and shared a passionate kiss with her. When he broke away they stayed close together with his forehead pressed against hers "I just want to call you my girlfriend."

Monica couldn't hid her grin if she tried "I would really love it if you did."

He smiled and gave her a quick peck before they broke away and Monica turned around to face the waters where they would be shooting off any minute now. "What about when we go home?" He asked softly "Are we still going to be a thing or is this just the London romance talking?"

Monica took a deep breath. She desperately didn't want this to end. With everything that goes on in her life and with all her uptight business that makes her, her; Chandler was the only good thing that has happened to her in a long time. She needed him by her side. "I guess when that time comes, we'll find out."

Chandler wrapped his arms around her body tightly to try and keep her warm as the first spark shot up in the night sky.

This chapter is longer to make up for my long updates. Please review and maybe the next one won't have to be as long ;)

One last thing, check out this new story I am writing with hugefriendsfan00 called "Behind the Scenes"