Please Come to Boston

Chapter 2

Well, at least a couple of people remember me, haha. Thanks for the reviews, they are always appreciated! This, of course, will be Mondler. And…if this goes well, I actually have another fic in mind that I never wrote. Well, two, but…yea, we'll see how that goes. This semester sucks for me homework-wise. An-y-way (see, if you've read any of my other fics…I ramble. It's pretty much what I do), I don't own any of the lines from the actual show that I use.

Chandler sat on the bed in the dumpy hotel room in Queens where he had ended up for the night. He had needed out of Manhattan, needed to get out of there as fast as possible. And he had. He wasn't sure why "Queens" had popped out of his mouth when he got into a cab, but it had.

So, here he was. He didn't want to stay anywhere nice. He didn't want to be found. He just wanted to sit, and think, and wallow. And perhaps down the bottle of Captain Morgan he had stuffed into his bag earlier.

Chandler buried his head in his hands, the events of the past few hours playing out in his head.

"She's not here," Richard moved out of the way as Chandler barged in. "And please, come in," he mused.

"Scotch on the rocks, with a twist, on a coaster?" Chandler laughed. "Monica! Monica!" he was starting to panic, going to Richard's had merely been a whim; he had hoped not to find her.

"Okay, she was here, but she left."

"Well, where did she go?"

"Well, she said she had to think things over…"

Chandler poured himself a glass of the rum, slightly wrinkling his nose. Rum was not his drink of choice. However, tonight, it would do the job. And, in the morning…it would probably still be doing its job.

"She's gone," Joey confessed, voice shaking. "She had a bag, and she left."

"Well, why didn't you stop her?! Why didn't you just tell her it was a plan?!" Chandler practically yelled.

"I-I did, I told her everything, Chandler! But she wouldn't believe me."

"Well, where…where did she go?"

"To her parent's, I think. And she said you shouldn't call her. But if I were you, I would."

"I can't believe I ruined this."

"I am so sorry man."

"Yea, well," Chandler turned, dejectedly walking into his apartment as Joey left to take out the bag of trash in his hand. Looking around, he realized Joey was right.

She was gone.

Chandler held his cell phone, flipped open, the first 4 digits of the Gellar's phone number staring up at him on the screen. He wanted to call. God, did he want to call. Just to hear her voice. Hear that she was ok. Explain the whole stupid plan. God, did he want to call.

But she had said not to.

And what was the point? He already screwed up the best thing to ever happen to him. Really, with his track record, it was surprising they had lasted for two years anyway. Why tempt fate by trying to straighten out this misunderstanding, when another huge mistake on his part would surely follow?

Slowly, Chandler closed the phone, setting it on the bedside table. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the engagement ring as well, setting the box, open, next to the phone.

After staring at the ring for a moment, he again reached for the phone, knowing what needed to be done.

"Are you guys engaged yet?!" Joey slowly opened the door to Monica and Chandler's apartment, stopping suddenly when he got inside. Monica was sitting alone at the table, sipping a glass of red wine, candles lit all around the apartment, although a few lights were now turned on.

"I thought you said it was all a plan, Joe," she looked at him, stern but pleading. "I thought he was just trying to throw me off course. I thought you said he was on his way home. I thought…" Monica trailed off, shaking her head.

Joey stood, frozen to the ground, realization sinking in. "Y-you mean, Chandler isn't…Chandler isn't here?" Monica held her arms up, motioning around the empty apartment. "Oh, shit. O-oh, shit," Joey sat down beside her.

"Oh, shit, what, Joey?"

"You said to give you like, five, ten minutes, and that you would be ready! You were lighting candles! You were here! You had to have been here!"

"When was I here?" Monica looked at him, thoroughly confused.

"When Chandler came back," Joey explained. "Tell me, you were here, when Chandler came back, and thought that you had left," he choked out, practically pleading her.

Monica's hand flew to her mouth with a sudden realization. "I-I ran downstairs…to borrow some matches from Tregger. We didn't have any. I hadn't even started lighting any of the candles yet," Monica looked at Joey, who looked like he was about to cry, feeling he had just foiled their plan.

"Oh my god, Joe…he thinks I left him."

To be continued

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