Please Come to Boston
Chapter 3
Llew! Aww! I didn't expect to see anyone I remembered! Ah-hh! Venused-what was your old penname? I wanna know if I remember you, too! Haha. Ah! This is just the best week ever! (why, Jamie, why is this the best week ever?) Funny you should ask. Well, I finally got over my 4 year writer's block, and *holds up left hand to show off very sparkly diamond ring* eeee!
Annnddd…I realize I'm updating quickly. I will continue as fast as my brain/schedule allow! However…I wouldn't expect me to keep updating daily, haha.
Monica sighed, rolling over, frowning when she hit Chandler's side of the bed, yet was still alone.
And realization set in.
Squinting at her alarm clock, she now saw that it was 7:30 in the morning. Both she and Joey had been up until 4 calling every hotel in the city they could think of. When Rachel came home with Phoebe, they helped with the search, walking around the city to anywhere he might have gone.
No luck.
His cell phone had to have at least 100 missed calls and two dozen messages by the time Monica retired for the night.
Although Chandler normally didn't go to work this early, she thought it wouldn't hurt to try his office. She had left a couple of voicemails there the night before as well, but was desperate for actual contact with him.
"You've reached the department office for statistical analysis and data reconfiguration," she heard an unfamiliar voicemail. A very nasal, woman's voice. Not Helen, his assistant. Not Chandler. "I'm either away from my office or unable to come to the phone right now…"
No, no, that's not Chandler. She had dialed Chandler's direct number. Monica hung up, taking a deep breath before dialing again.
"Hello, this is Brandi," the nasal-voiced woman from the voicemail answered this time. "Hello?" she said again, Monica shocked to silence.
"Hi, um, sorry, I guess I was, I am, looking for Chandler Bing. I must have dialed your extension by mistake," Monica sighed in confusion.
"Oh, no," Brandi explained. "Mr. Bing is no longer with our division. All of his calls are being forwarded to me. Is there something I can help you with, Miss?"
Monica hung up, dropping the phone to the ground. A few shaky breaths later, she gathered her self up enough to walk out to the living room, where her three friends, and now brother, were all already waiting.
"He's gone," she choked out. "Gone, gone. His bag is gone. He quit his job. His cell isn't ringing this morning," she sunk down on the couch, shaking, as Rachel got up from her spot at the kitchen table to sit next to her. "He-he thought I left him, and now…he-he's gone," her voice cracked, no longer able to hold back the tears, which turned into sobs.
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Chandler sighed as he picked up his cell phone, knowing what needed to be done. He snapped the ring box closed, throwing it against the wall across the room from him.
He dialed. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. An answer.
"Um, Doug?"
"Bing! What the hell are you calling for so late at night?"
"Sorry, sir, it's just…is that position still open you told me about last week? With the seminars, the recruitment, and the traveling…" he trailed off.
"The HR position? Of course, kid! Why, you want it now?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice. Chandler had turned him down, saying he wouldn't want to be away from Monica that much.
"Yea, I just…yes. I want it," Chandler sighed.
"Well, if you're sure, Tom's leaving in the morning for the next seminar—you know Tom, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ok, well, I'll call him and let him know. The flight's at 6. You have a company cell phone?"
"No, sir, just this one."
"Well, I have some things from the office I need to get to Tom for the presentation, so I'll grab another one for you tonight, and get it to him," Doug finished. "So, Bing United Airlines. I'll tell Tom, 4:30 in front of the check-in counter. You absolutely sure this is what you want to do?"
"Yep, sounds great," Chandler sighed. "Wait, where are we going tomorrow?"
"Boston."
To be continued…
And, chaos insues! Haha, JUST kidding. But seriously….please review! :)