I'm sorry, I was supposed to update yesterday but I was so tired (how can I be tired if I sleep 10-12 hours a night & do literally nothing?) so I couldn't finish this chapter..
But haha that's right, I really love to keep you guessing :D I may be mean but hey, that's me!
I just realized I have to make up 10 questions. I should definitely start thinking things through..
Anyway, thanks for the reviews again and Friends still ain't mine.
Chapter Twelve
It was Sunday evening and Monica still hadn't talked to Chandler about that question thing Rachel and Phoebe had suggested. Chandler wasn't at home much, only during the nights and sometimes dinner. The previous day he'd spent even the night somewhere else. He hadn't told where he'd been and Monica hadn't dared to ask 'cause she didn't know if it was her really her business anymore. She didn't know what to call Chandler, her boyfriend, ex, friend, roomie.. She didn't know, but she wanted and needed to. That's why she decided to stay at home and wait if Chandler would come and finally suggest that question thing to him.
Chandler did come home, after midnight though. Monica had been waiting on the couch, thinking about those five questions she'd ask from him.
"Hey", Monica said as he closed the door behind him.
"Hey", Chandler said and took off his coat.
He looked pretty tired, but Monica decided to try. "See I was thinking, we haven't talked much about.. us, and the future and stuff like that. I-I don't know if I can use those words anymore but I'd really like to know", she said, looking away from him.
"Yeah?" Chandler frowned as he walked to the living room and sat on the armchair.
"So.. Because we can't talk about that stuff without fighting, as you've probably noticed, I was thinking.. We could both write five questions on paper, and then we'd trade them and write the answers to each other's questions and then we'd trade again and-and read them", Monica explained, desperately wanting him to agree.
"Okay.. Okay", Chandler said and started to take his shoes off.
Monica gave him a wide smile. She hadn't expected him to agree, at least not so easily. "Thanks", Monica said. She took a notebook from the table, tore two pages out of it and handed the other one to Chandler. It surprised him and even herself how excited she really was about this. "And you have to answer all of the questions and "I don't know" is not enough", Monica added.
Chandler nodded. He knew it was going to be hard and wished she wasn't going to ask much about the future 'cause he really didn't know much. "You know, I'm kinda tired. Do we have to do this now?" he asked then.
"Oh, yeah.. No, you just tell when you're ready and we'll trade", Monica said and stood up. "The couch is yours", she added.
"Good night", Chandler said as she walked to the bedroom.
"Sleep tight", Monica said with a smile.
Monica spent the next day with her questions. She was about to ask something simple at first, like "Do you still love me?" but Chandler had told her he did, that one night he was drunk. Monica knew love wouldn't just magically disappear only because the other one did something terrible. She had lots of questions but it was difficult to pick five and write them on paper. She sighed and started to draw small flowers.
Chandler was at work but he didn't have much to do. Or he did, but he didn't feel like doing them. He was sitting in his office, thinking about those questions too. He had written one question, but didn't know if it was a good one. He didn't know what to ask, and he was afraid of Monica's answers. And her questions.. He hated answering questions, and now he'd have to put them on paper and she could easily misunderstand something. He buried his face in his hands in frustration.
I could really use a cigarette now..
That night Chandler came home for dinner. Monica was surprised, but willingly put two plates on the table. She did smell that Chandler had smoked, but decided to stay quiet about it. She was setting the table and Chandler sat in the living room, still thinking about the questions. He sighed and gave up, throwing the pen gently on the coffee table. He got up and went to the kitchen.
"Need any help?" He asked.
"You can fold the napkins", Monica said.
"I really think you should do that", Chandler said.
"Why?" Monica asked with a smile. Chandler gave her a look. "I can teach you", she said.
"Why should I learn how to fold napkins?" Chandler asked.
"Come on, it's not hard", Monica said.
Chandler rolled his eyes. "What, we're gonna make swans or something?"
"If you want", Monica said.
Chandler let out a sigh as Monica started to fold the other napkin to show how to make it. Chandler tried his best to follow her but didn't quite succeed, so Monica ended up making them both. Chandler stared at Monica's hands as she was folding the napkin and saw the ring in her ring finger. He thought it was sweet she hadn't stopped wearing it. He remembered the day he had gone to the ring store to get it with Phoebe. The salesman had kneeled in front of him and he'd knew it, it was Monica's ring. But while was getting his credit card, someone else had bought it. They'd ended up going in a restaurant to get the ring and Phoebe pretended to be his sick girlfriend. He smiled slightly at the thought.
"What?" Monica asked as she saw his gaze.
Chandler looked up to her. "Nothing", he said. Monica smiled. She knew he'd been looking at her ring. She really loved that ring and never wanted to stop wearing it. She still was amazed how he'd managed to find such a perfect ring for her.
"How many questions you've made?" Monica asked.
"Only two.." Chandler said. "You?"
"Four", Monica said. Chandler nodded. They stood there quietly for a minute. "So, I guess the dinner's ready", Monica said then.
They ate, mainly in silence.
Monica woke up the next morning. She glanced at the watch, 8:41. She yawned at got up. She wasn't nauseous, her morning sickness had obviously ended. She put her robe on and went to the living room. Chandler wasn't there, he had gone to to work. She went to the kitchen and took a glass of water. She was about to start making breakfast to herself but saw a piece of paper on the kitchen table. She frowned and picked it up. She soon realized what it was; Chandler's five questions. She read them several times. She had finished her five questions the previous night, and apparently so had he.
1. Why did you sleep with him?
2. Who do you want the father to be?
3. Why are you still wearing your ring?
4. Would you be able to forgive me if I slept with my ex?
5. What would you do if I couldn't forgive you?
Monica sighed and sat down at the table. Those were really hard questions and she didn't know how to answer. She decided to just write whatever comes to her head and try her best.
Chandler was tired, sitting in his office. He had worked on his questions almost all night. He had left them on the kitchen table in the morning and was wondering how Monica would answer. He knew they were supposed to trade them at the same time but he thought it would be too awkward. But he was scared of Monica's questions, he knew she'd ask about the future and he had come to the conclusion that he needed time. Time to think things through. But he was afraid it wouldn't lead to anything in a long time and Monica wouldn't wait. And the baby would come in less than eight months anyway, and then the paternity test. It was all happening so quickly and he felt lonely. He had friends for sure, but they couldn't understand what it all felt like. And if he'd be able to forgive Monica someday and she'd wait for him, but the baby was Richard's, that would be too much for him. He was also starting to like the fact that he may be becoming a father. He was shocked by that, too. He felt like he'd had enough of the confusion and wanted it all to just disappear.
Chandler took a pack of cigarettes from his desk. He had bought it in the morning before coming to work and it was already half empty. He took another cigarette and lighted it with a lighter. He had been stunned the previous day when Monica hadn't said anything about the smell. He had smoked on the balcony after Monica had gone to bed, but he didn't know why he was trying to hide it from her though he knew she'd smell it. He got up and opened a window. His assistant didn't mind of the smell but you never know who might walk in.
Monica had answered to two questions, number 3 and 4. She had spent the whole day trying to figure out how to answer. She had still her robe on and she had eaten just one sandwich. It was 8:20pm and no one had come over the whole day. Chandler hadn't come home either. She finally got up and brought the question paper with her in the bedroom, an left in on her nightstand. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy and she had black rings under her eyes. She was tired, tired of staring one piece of paper the whole day. She decided to take a quick shower and go to bed early.
Not my best work, seriously.. I don't know why. Full of short event things (wth?) and those questions may suck, sorry. But I spent lots of time with them :D Monica's questions in the next chapter and yeah.. Next chapter will be better.. I promise. (don't trust me people!)
Reviews please? :)
