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It was concealed but he knew exactly what it held inside. The envelope with the university initials in the top left corner revealed where exactly it was shipped from. The way it was larger than the others made it stick out. His name printed in bold told the city who it was for. But the only thing that made this one different from all the others, is the Welcoming All Freshman Packet, behind it.

"It's your choice." His mother had told him "Stay here with the love of your life or choose the path that will help your future."

It was just a week after the wedding but Chandler's feelings didn't change when he replied wholeheartedly and not a beat between her words and his "What if my future is here?"

Maybe his future was here but he was too young to understand what he wanted and she knew whatever she did to try and change his answer, it wouldn't be much different.

When not hearing a response, he took his enclosed envelope up the flight of stairs to his room where he would throw it in his wastebasket next to his desk. Already full from the crumpled up papers, it landed right on top.

Everything was about to change.

And he only knew part of it.

"Mom, I don't see it!" Monica shouted from the kitchen. Her features facing the cabinet to where she was searching for the seasoning as if she was yelling at the salt for not being oriented with the pepper. Moving it slightly over to where it was originally suppose to sit, Monica continued with her duties. "Mom, I can't-"

She stopped when Judy walked through the doors with the seasoning in her hand "That's because it's right here."

Looking over she noticed the Basil in her hand "I was looking for the Paprika." She announced a little upset that she stopped her search.

People put different seasoning on their burgers. But the Geller's had it one way and one way only. If it changed or was slightly different, it just simply didn't taste right. Garlic Salt, Pepper, Basil, Chili Powder, and Paprika. Just a dash of this, a pinch of that and they were ready to fry. 10-15 minutes at the most before they get served right after the salad to which Ross tries to add radishes to.

"I'll run to the store." Monica begins to take off her apron that her late grandmother sewed heartfelt patches on.

"Sweetheart, that isn't necessary. I'm sure if you don't tell the boys, neither of them will notice." Judy assured

Monica placed the small fabric on the counter "Okay, but if dad starts choking because you put too much Garlic Salt to cover up the undiscovered Paprika then you are to blame." She gave a cheeky grin to which her mother rolled her eyes at.

The silence that followed was rare in the kitchen that Monica helped her Mother prepare food over. The burgers were seasoned, the salad was tossed, the table was set. All that was left was the occasional song that came on the radio they listened to while cleaning up the crumbs left on the counter top. But there was no song. It was silent.

Rinsing out her wash rag in the sink to wipe off the counter, Monica looked over at her mother putting around the seasonings that had been used just before. "So, I was thinking about going over to Chandler's tonight." She announced without looking up.

Judy was normally acceptable with her daughter leaving the house after supper. Helping her cook the meal then clean up the dishes, she knew Monica was a good girl and wouldn't get into much trouble. After finding out the boy she loved had history, and not positive memories on that part, Judy got a little more shaky with letting her daughter slip out.

"Everyone has history. He quit and is clean." Monica reminded her repeatedly saying she loved him.

"Do you have your resume filled out?" She asked, making sure the lids were fastened tightly.

Turning off the tap water, the rag dripping wet before ringing it out and placing it aside, Monica dried her hands. "I finished it last week." With the salad on the table, waiting patiently to be served, Monica went ahead and filled the bowls that sat upon the china plates.

"Just be back before dawn this time." Judy closed the cabinet without a sound but a squeak from the old hinges that held the wood in place.

"What do you have against Chandler?" Monica grew to be upset "He had done nothing but love me."

Turning around, Judy saw the sorrow she carried in her eyes "I have nothing against Chandler. I just don't want to see you get hurt when college rolls around and you two go your separate ways. Honey, in all honesty, young love like yours only last so long." Gathering the dressings out of the fridge, she continued "Have you two ever fought?"

Nodding she remembered many times they had an argument. Chuckling she began to break the ice, "Many times actually."

"Yeah?"

The thing about relationships are that many people think not arguing could lead to a happy marriage. But nope. Arguing is the main reason Monica's parents get along so great. Their hitting retirement, they don't react to the same things anymore, in fact, most of the time their arguments or fights are subtle.

She shrugged "Well, I mean we don't argue like you and dad."

Judy's eyes narrowed "Your father and I don't argue."

Rolling her eyes she looked up and laughed "Please. Ross and I can hear you every night!" She began to tell the long story "Mom I know you don't like to watch movies on the TV-"

"I love to watch-"

"No-hold on, let me finish." She interrupted "Mom you don't like to watch films on the TV. You say you do, but years of bitter experience have proven that what you actually want is to sit by dad while he narrates the entire film to you. 'Who's she?', 'Why did he get shot?', 'I thought that one was on their side?', 'Is that a bomb' - with dad continuously thinking 'JUST WATCH IT! IN THE NAME OF GOD, JUST WATCH IT!'" Monica said dramatically to which Judy didn't care for "The hellish mirror-image of this is when you furnish him, deaf to his pleading, with your commentary. Chair-clawing suspense being assaulted mercilessly from behind by such interjections as, 'Hey! Look! They're the cushions we've got.', 'Isn't she the one who does that tampon advert?' and, on one famous occasion, 'Oh, I've seen this - he gets killed at the end.'" She finished off

Judy sighed without much of a word; unfolding and refolding the napkin in front of her.

"Burgers are ready." Ross walked through the door with the plate of grilled patties. Sensing the tension, he paused before setting the plate on the table for everyone to serve themselves.

Breaking her eyes from her mother's gaze, Monica dropped the conversation to enjoy dinner with her family. "Thanks, Ross."

"No problem." He got out the hamburger buns that were still concealed by a twist tie on the end; not allowing it to be opened. "Mon, are you going over to Chandler's tonight?" He asked "I was thinking I'll have the guys over tonight if not."

Monica was in the middle of dicing up some tomato for the burgers when he asked "The guys?" She questioned

"I have friends!" He defended

Monica shook her head, not quite believing it. "Um...no." She answered his question "I don't think I'll go-"

"-Until after dinner." Judy cut in

Her head whipped over to where her mom was preparing her salad bowl.

And the conversation suppressed. It was behind them and Monica felt like she had her supportive mother back. "Really?" She stood up straight and abandoned her plate.

Judy's small smile continued to grow at her daughters eagerness "He is a good boy. And whatever path you two choose, I know your love for one another will be strong enough to get pass any struggles it may bring along."

Sweating, he gripped the ball in his hands. Standing at the end of the drive, he let go watching it soar through the opened air. He could smell the rubber on his hands from the long night he has been out shooting hoops. With the ball merely touching the net, Chandler felt good about each shot. Since he was a little kid, the only stress relief he found was basketball. Clearing his mind as the only thing he heard was the crickets chirping between each bounce.

Walking towards the basket to retrieve his ball, Chandler heard her voice.

"I didn't know you were an All Star?"

Wiping the sweat off his brow for the umpteenth time, Chandler tried to catch his breath. "Just messing around."

Monica closed the gap between them "You okay?" She asked softly

He gripped the ball tighter "Fine."

"Chandler, I've been dating you long enough to know when you are fine and when you are not." Monica countered

He shook his head, the dampness on his shirt feeling more visible.

"Please, let me in." She could feel him pulling back "I wanna help."

"That's just the thing. You can't help." The concealed envelope still sat in his wastebasket. The thought of opening it made things worse. "I just want to be with you." He shot the ball, following it with his eyes until it hit the rim and bounced off.

Monica moved towards the ball and picked it up.

The feel of it was unfamiliar. And the way it was too big to fit in her palm had her looking uncomfortable.

"Need help?" He chuckled. Things were brightening up just by being around her. And that was just what he needs. To feel her, mesmerize her form and her motions she takes with every step. He needed to wake up every morning knowing that she was going to see him later that same day. He couldn't stand the thought of leaving her for one minute.

"Oh, so all the sudden you think you know basketball?" She teased

He took a step closer "No...I know, I know basketball."

Monica held the orange sphere in both her hands. mesmerizing the way it looks. "I bet I can win." She challenged "One on one?"

He grinned "I'm not going to play against you-"

"Oh, you think you're gonna lose." She smiled

Chandler's smile faded as he narrowed his eyes "Bring it on, Babe."

Monica began dribbling the ball. Her strides longer than normal as she tried to keep control.

Watching as she moved around him, looking at the ball the whole time, Chandler waited for the perfect moment to grab her waist from behind.

"Hey!" She squealed for a split second before her laugh took over. Her body bent forward to try and keep the ball away from Chandler.

His hips pressed against hers. His lusty body mirroring her petite one. "Are you going to shoot?" He teased, knowing she didn't have a chance. The way his feet were spread afar stopped her from escaping his arms.

"This is a foul."

Chandler let go and put his hands up to give her a quick chance.

Monica was a good five inches shorter than Chandler; her hair was down and draped over her shoulders. The way he carefully brushed it out of her face from behind, took her eyes off the painted square. "You're distracting me." She whispered trying to keep her attention focused on the backboard.

Chandler removed his hands from running through her hair, settling them at his side. "Sorry." He grinned "I can see everything from behind you, so don't screw this up." He put the pressure on

The longer she waited the harder it was to let go of the ball. Without much of a sense of physical activity, Monica threw the ball up and missed the basket by a good five feet.

She knew Chandler was behind her with a smile written across his face. She immediately turned around and hit his chest playfully.

"Hey!" He put his arms up to block his chest from being beaten. "What was that for?"

"You did that on purpose." Monica began walking away when she felt his strong arms wrap from behind.

Chandler swung her around causing her to laugh. "I'm taking you to my dungeon." He joked as he moved her so she sat on his shoulder. Carrying her to the front door and all the way up to his room, Chandler tossed her on the bed. Monica giggled the whole time, hanging onto Chandler's body for support.

His lips pressed against hers, and her hands came to rest on each side of his face. Crawling over her body, Monica began to settle on her back.

Their lips relaxed in time with each other. Their tongues moist but not sloppy as together they pushed passed the barrier their mouths made. His lips opened before closing slowly back down on hers. Monica's hands slid to behind Chandler's neck; pressing her body against his before sliding her tongue out and escaping his lips.

Chandler's eyes immediately found hers as he caught his breath. "I need to take a shower." He said breathlessly

Monica's eyes widened "I'm not going to join you, if that was what you had planned..."

"No! I mean, sure. But no, I think it may be too soon for that." He cleared up the confusion "I just know I probably smell and yet here I am crushing you."

She shook her head "You aren't crushing me." She said softly with her hands still around his neck.

"Okay, well I still need to wash." Pulling off her, Chandler grabbed the dirty towel off the floor. "You gonna be good here for ten minutes?" He asked

Monica nodded, still sitting on his navy blue bed.

"Kay, I'll be right back." He leaned down to kiss her forehead a final time before hurrying out his bedroom door and down the hall to the bathroom.

She fought the urge to straighten up. The caps off his colon bottle, his drawers half opened, the trashcan full of nothing but paper.

Looking closer she saw the white envelope, too big to fit all the way. No. She stayed put, refusing to think what it may hold inside. Taking a deeper look she saw the bold letters PSU engraved at the top left.

The steam rushed out of the bathroom when exposed to the cool air.

All Chandler had on was a towel around his waist. Throwing his sweaty clothes in the hamper at the corner of the bathroom, Chandler made his way back to his room. "Now Mon, I'm not decent so cover-" Stopping short he saw her standing over the trashcan with the acceptance letter in her hand.

"Why didn't you tell me you got accepted?" Her downcast eyes left the letter to meet his at the door.

His mouth slightly ajar and his marbled pupils stayed on the letter in her hands. Nothing but a worried expression showing.

The truth was out. What he was afraid would happen, happened. And time couldn't be turned back. "I told you where I was attending." He said simply, like there was no letter between them.

"Yeah but Chandler, Philadelphia." Monica said as if it was London or Paris. "This is your chance to be who you want to be."

"I want to be with you." He walked over to his dresser drawer to find a pair of boxers.

She shook her head not believing what she was about to do. Her vision became blurry as her eyes filled with tears. Looking back down at the acceptance letter in her hands, she took a deep breath. "Well, I guess now is a better time then never..." Her voice was shaking as her hands trembled

"Mon..." Chandler said softly after putting on a pair of blue boxers. His towel dropped and his hands reached out to her, not realizing what she was about to say; just the sadness in her eyes concerned him.

She couldn't look up at him. Her one hand covering her face as the other gripped the letter. "I leave in a week. And I can't stand to see you giving up a dream to take a chance that may or may not last." She shrugged, finally gazing up at the love of her life in front of her. "And that's why..."

"No." It was barely above a whisper. He could feel the air getting thinner as he fought to keep breathing. "I love you."

"And that's why I gotta go." Not waiting for his reply, she handed off the tore opened envelope before rushing out of the room.

It began to rain. Her eyelids fluttered up and down, trying to block the wetness it brought to her body.

"Monica, wait!" Chandler rain out the front door to stop her. Nothing mattered at this moment. Not that it was raining, not the rain soaking his clothes. Just getting his girlfriend back was on his mind.

"Chandler. Please."

"Just give me one reason why we can't go to the same college." He yelled although she could hear him perfectly fine.

She threw her arms out in exasperation. "Because you deserve better."

He stepped closer, the puddles splashing as the powering rain didn't show any sign of letting up. "There is no better." His voice lowered as he stood close as can be with her body near his.

She couldn't stop the smile that showed "Give me one good reason why you think so." She countered

Chandler's smile mirrored Monica's; his fingers interlaced with hers as the water dripped off his pointed nose. "Because I felt something different with you that I haven't felt with any other girl." He told her "I love the way geese make you run, the way your voice gets higher as you sing Sweet Caroline in a record booth." His eyes never left hers as he named off all the things he loved about her "The way you correct tour guides mistakes from past history, and the way you light up when reading a book about Shakespeare. I want to be with you Monica so I can distract you each time we take a plane ride back to London." He finished softly "Because London is where romance sparks and people fall in love."

"Give me another reason you want to be with me?" She challenged, not finding that answer to her liking

"So I can kiss you anytime I want." He said with a cheeky smile

"What if you find someone prettier, smarter..?"

He shook his head "Not possible."

"What if Tyler comes back? You think I'll still want you?" She teased

And Chandler's grin grew. "You think Tyler can live up to this?"

She shrugged

"You don't even know what he looks like."

"I'm sure he isn't ugly and has boils throughout his body."

Their conversation continued on, neither carrying about the time or dipping rain around them.

Chandler took a deep breath before continuing "You remember that party in London?"

Monica's eyes focused off of Chandler for a few seconds "The one you dragged me too?"

He nodded "And you remember that fight that broke out before we left-"

"And the guy nudged me." Monica continued to nod "Where are you going with this?"

Swallowing the built up saliva he looked into her gorgeous eyes "And all those things fell out of your purse. And I started to pick them up for you." She nodded along "Well, one of the many things I grabbed was your phone."

"Chandler. What are you trying to say."

"I punched in my number while you weren't looking."

She stopped him "What did you say your mothers middle name was?" She laid her hand over his chest

He took a deep breath "Nora Tyler Bing."

Her grip loosened and her body moved back "You lied to me?" She said softly, the rain seeming to pick up and drop harder. She was angry. Furious. "This whole time I thought I was falling for two guys. But really, it was you." His eyes dropped to the rain seeping through his clothes.

"Monica, hear me out-"

"Did you use me? Was this some kind of sick joke?" She questioned

"No!" He said a little too harshly "No."

"I don't know what to think anymore Chandler." She took another step back towards her car. "I have other things to worry about. And your games aren't one of them."

Watching her go was the hardest thing he has ever done. The thunder clashed and the night turned chilly. But he didn't seem to notice the difference from a sunny, summer night.

Give me a reason to stay.

I leave in four days. Think I can push another chapter by then?