Okay congratulations to my lovely sister who got engaged to her boyfriend yesterday. No, day before that. Whatever.. And I have no idea why I wrote that in the first place :D
I just realized I also have to make up 10 answers. God stop me..
I don't own Friends.. and and and thank you for the reviews :) I love you all!
Chapter Thirteen
Monica had woken up before eight and gone for a jog, and Chandler had come home while that. He had spent the night across the hall.
He sat on the armchair comfortably and closed his eyes. He decided to take a day off from work 'cause he had a headache and he was really tired. He had been tired a lot lately. All the thinking and stress didn't let him sleep enough. He couldn't open up and tell someone exactly how he felt because he couldn't explain it, so no one understood him. He missed Monica, he really did. She always, or often, understood his feelings without exactly telling. Usually he was the one to console her, but he loved making her feel better so that also made him feel better. That's what he really wanted to do, forget about the whole cheating thing, and make things all good again. Chandler and Monica, Monica and Chandler. It sounded perfect, because it was. They were meant to be. But he knew it wasn't right even though it felt right. He couldn't do it, he couldn't trust her. But he really wanted to.
Chandler was just about to fall asleep as the phone rang. He winced and opened his eyes wide open. He soon got up and reached out to pick up the phone. "Yeah, hello?" He answered with a yawn and took a seat on the couch.
"Hello Chandler", Richard said. Chandler frowned as he heard his voice. "I'm sorry I'm calling so early", Richard added.
"Why are you calling?" Chandler asked with a cough after a short pause.
"I just wanted to ask would it be okay if I'd come over after work? At five or so", Richard said.
"Anytime", Chandler muttered.
"Is that okay?" Richard asked.
"I don't know, I don't have Monica's schedule", Chandler said. "But she usually does have time for meeting her ex's."
Richard sighed. "Chandler, I know you hate me. I deserve that and I'm sorry I have to keep appearing in your and Monica's life. But I want you to know that I'm not trying to do anything, I don't want to come between you two."
"Oh I see, that's why you had sex with her", Chandler said.
"All I'm saying's that we could handle this like adults, it'd be so much easier for all of us", Richard said, ignoring his comment.
Chandler let out a laugh. "Whatever, Richard", he said. "Whatever."
They were quiet for a moment. Richard wanted to make Chandler realise he wasn't up to anything, but Chandler obviously didn't want to talk to him so he just decided to end the call. "So.. Tell Monica I'm coming. And if it's not okay, you can call or something, your choice. Bye", Richard said and hung up.
Chandler put the phone down and rubbed his eyes. His headache was getting unbearable. He yawned again and lay down on the couch.
About fifteen minutes later Monica came back from her jog. She noticed the door to their apartment was unlocked. She opened it and stepped inside.
"Hello?" She said, looking around somewhat warily. No response. Closing the door behind her, she thought maybe she'd just forgotten to lock the door before she left.
She headed towards the bedroom to take her sweaty clothes off. She put on her bathrobe and thought about taking a nice bubble bath. As she got out of the bedroom, she finally saw Chandler sleeping on the couch. She startled at the sight, she hadn't noticed him until now. She saw he was fast asleep and he looked quite pale. She walked to the couch and put a blanket on him. She looked at him and thought he looked really pale and sick. She tried his forehead with her palm and it was really hot. She frowned and tried his neck, it was hot too. She got a thermometer from the bathroom.
"Chandler, wake up", Monica said, gently shaking him up.
Chandler groaned quietly as he woke up. "What?" He asked, his eyes still closed.
"You look sick", Monica said.
Chandler opened his eyes a little. "Thanks."
"No, you are sick. You're all hot", Monica said.
"First I look sick and then I'm hot?" Chandler mumbled, closing his eyes again.
"Put this in your mouth", Monica said and handed him the thermometer.
Chandler opened his eyes again and took the thermometer from Monica. "Fine", he yawned and put it in his mouth.
Monica got up again and went to the bathroom. Chandler tried his forehead and noticed she was right, it was pretty hot. Soon Monica came back with a cold, damp rag and put in on his forehead. He winced at the coldness.
"It'll help", Monica said and took the thermometer from his mouth as it beeped. She sighed at the number. "103 degrees. I think someone has spent too much time on the balcony", she said. Chandler let out a groan again. He didn't need this, not now. He was feeling awful enough even without the fever. Monica took the blanket off of him.
"Hey! I'm cold", Chandler cried.
"I know but we need to lower your temperature", Monica said and carried the blanket to the bedroom and the thermometer to the bathroom.
"Richard called", Chandler said quietly as she came back to the living room.
Monica raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh", she said. She hasn't expected him to call so soon.
"He said if it's okay, he'd come over tonight. At five or so", Chandler said with slightly irritated tone.
Monica nodded once and sat on the side of the couch. "Well, it's not actually", she said.
Chandler frowned. "What?" He asked and looked at her.
"You're sick", she said.
"Yeah?"
"He might get sick too."
"Yeah?"
"People shouldn't come over now."
"You are people and you came over", Chandler said.
"I live here", Monica said, looking slightly amused.
"But you're pregnant", Chandler said.
Monica shrugged. "And I live here", she repeated.
They were quiet for a moment. "You should call him, then", Chandler said.
"Yeah", Monica said. She picked up the phone and chose Richard's number. He didn't answer so she left a message. "Hey, it's Monica. I'm sorry but you shouldn't come over tonight, Chandler's got a high fever so.. Maybe some other time. Let's keep in touch." She put down the phone and glanced at Chandler. "Where were you last night?" She asked softly after a short pause, not sure if he was going to answer.
"Across the hall", Chandler said.
Monica nodded. She didn't understand why he'd slept in there when their home's right across the hall, but she didn't say anything. "I got your five questions", she said then.
Chandler closed his eyes again. "Yeah", he said.
"Do you want mine?" Monica asked, looking at his closed eyelids.
"Not really", he honestly said.
"Okay, I'll give them later. Now you need some rest", she said and patted his knee. "If you need anything, let me know." She got up and went to the kitchen. She liked the fact that Chandler would be home all day. It had been a long time since that had happened and though he was sick and would probably be sleeping a lot, she enjoyed the idea. She wanted to help him as much as she could and show how she cared. She was pregnant, yes, but she wasn't worried about getting sick. She was never sick anyway and she thought it was now important to be with Chandler.
As she was making pancakes, she saw Chandler sitting up.
"Need anything?" She asked.
"No", Chandler said and got up.
"Yes you do. What is it?" Monica said, now standing behind the couch, looking at him anxiously.
Chandler knew Monica loved being a hostess and things like that but he was surprised to see her being so excited about serving him. "I need to smoke", he sighed.
Monica stared at him for awhile. "Okay", she said then and went to get his lighter and cigarettes from his coat pocket, and handed them to him. Chandler looked at her with wide eyes, stunned.
Is she actually accepting my smoking or what the heck is she doing?
"Thanks", he said and took the pack and the lighter. He went to the balcony, feeling really confused with Monica.
Monica didn't know why she'd done that, she really didn't like his smoking and definitely wanted him to quit. Soon she smelled the pancakes burning in the kitchen and hurried saving them.
Chandler woke up in middle of the night. He had been sleeping almost the whole day but still had a pounding headache. Monica had obviously gone to bed. He got up and went to the bathroom to get some aspirin. He swallowed the pill and grimaced at himself as he glanced at the mirror. He really was pale, tired and his hair was greasy.
As he came back to the living room, he saw a paper on the coffee table. He immediately knew what it was. He sighed and picked the paper up and read.
1. Why do you keep living with me?
2. Why can't you kiss me?
3. What would you do if you were the father?
4. What would you do if Richard was the father?
5. Is there any hope of us being together in the future?
Chandler left the paper on the table and tumbled on the couch. He didn't know how to answer any of those questions.
"She thought about having a nice bubble bath" :D:D:D Idk why's that so funny but what I do know is that I'm laughing here :D:D I'm officially crazy..
It's a good thing I can crack myself up.
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