Monica's Revenge Monica's Revenge - Chapter 1, a friends fanfic

Monica's Revenge

I hope you catches them, and that you tell me his opinions, through them I know if I'm on the right path.

Remember English is not my native language, I hope the translation is correct, check it, but sometimes I miss some incorrect personal pronouns for the phrase, sorry.

I reiterate, I do not own the characters of Friends I only rely on them for the pure pleasure of writing stories without any economic interest, and Monica and Chandler inspire me.

CHAPTER 1

End of March in NY

Around 10 am on Saturday, when Rachel came out of her room disheveled and yawning, she saw Monica coming out of the bathroom with her tennis equipment.

"What are you doing dressed like that?" Rachel asked.

"I'm going to start taking tennis lessons, on Monday and Saturday mornings, on Mondays because I don't work and on Saturdays because I work the night shift," Monica answered with energy.

Remember English is not my native language, I hope the translation is correct, check it, but sometimes I miss some incorrect personal pronouns for the phrase, sorry.

"In fact, with my weight I could never play well, but now I can do better and I want to learn," Monica replied.

"Mon, is this another of the obsessions that invade you when you break up a relationship? With Richard it was candy jars, and now with Pete it's tennis?

"No, it's completely different, with Richard I was devastated, and I needed to fill my life with something. On the other hand, with Pete, I only had a crush, I liked him, but when I saw that he was crazy obsessive, I ran away without great pain, it weighed more on me not having a boyfriend again than losing him specifically."

"In fact, with my weight I could never play well, but now I can do better and I want to learn," Monica replied.

"Yes, I think you're right." "But why tennis now?" Rachel asked, intrigued.

"Even now from a distance, seeing his behavior in other aspects of his life, I don't think he loved me, I was a challenge for him, he wanted to conquer me, but he couldn't, and when he finally had me he went in search of another challenge, this is how he always approaches his life and will continue to do so" "I feel like I fled in time" Monica concluded.

Mon, those places are full of children or teenagers, and the instructors are usually old and ugly," Rachel told her.

"And how do you know that?" Monica asked her.

"You don't remember our instructor at school, he was an ugly idiot" and they both laughed.

"Okay, I'm leaving, I don't want to be late for my first class. Ah! Then you have to tell me how your challenge of conquering Joshua is"

In the afternoon the 5 of them met at Central Perk, Ross recounted Ben's latest antics, and Rachel shared her frustration at having still managed to make progress with Joshua, the client she was supposed to help find the outfit.

Ross listened to her mortified, he had not yet managed to find a woman to leave her, so he prayed that Joshua would not end up seduced by Rachel.

Phoebe had the logical inconvenience of pregnancy with triplets that she was carrying for her brother and her sister-in-law.

Rachel asked Monica, "How was tennis class?"

Ross looked at her surprised, "Mon didn't know you were going to learn tennis"

"Yes, I told Rachel that I want to do something competitive"

"And who was your instructor? "Rachel asked.

"The truth is not good, a woman in her forties is quite unfriendly, but others in the club told me that she knows tennis, so I better learn to put up with it"

At that moment Joey came in with what seemed like great news. "Hello, I just found out that the naked man moved out yesterday, the apartment is for rent"

"Wow," Phoebe exclaimed, "we're going to miss the bastard and his fat ass"Everyone laughed out loud.

"Ross, why don't you apply, the apartment seems bigger than yours, and it's in front of us" Monica advised her brother.

"Mon, it must be more expensive, I'm going to find out anyway, I'm going to think about it, it depends on the income"

"Because we're not going to see it tomorrow, maybe it's not worth it," Rachel said.

The next day the 5 of them went to see the apartment, there were still some boxes that the naked man had to remove, but they found it funny that most of them said "clothes."

"Ross, why don't you apply, the apartment seems bigger than yours, and it's in front of us" Monica advised her brother.

"Yes, I will apply, although yesterday the janitor told me that there are about 30 interested parties," said Ross.

"Well, you don't lose anything by trying, you have a good job that guarantees payment of the rent," Joey said.

A couple of weeks later, Ross walked into apartment 20 with a slightly serious face while the others were playing cards.

"Yes, I will apply, although yesterday the janitor told me that there are about 30 interested parties," said Ross.

"I lost the naked man's apartment, it was already rented, and for a pretty high price that I am not in a position to pay," Ross said.

"Ross, it took you too long to think about it and apply, you know that apartments in this area rent quickly, and that one seemed good" Phoebe said

"From what I understood from the janitor, whoever won it, in addition to having a good background, made the highest offer," Ross said.

"Do you know who rented it, a family?" Rachel asked.

"No, they only told me that a man rented it, but I don't know if he is going to live alone or with his family."

A couple of days later, Monica saw through the window that there were people in the naked man's apartment, painting and doing all kinds of repairs.

Monica told the girls "It seems like they are working a lot, I would like to see how it is finished, since we saw it was pretty good."

The three girls spent a couple of weeks trying to spy on the arrangements in the naked man's apartment. One day they managed to see a woman, but it seemed like she was the one giving directions to the workers who were arranging furniture.

Finally, one afternoon, when Monica returned from the restaurant and looked out the window she felt betrayed, whoever was going to live there had put up a screen curtain, they could never see it, although they could see it, what a lack of respect for the neighborhood, Monica thought.

In the afternoon the three girls decided to go have a coffee at Central Perk, none of the three had an appointment, Phoebe, due to her pregnancy with triplets, the size of her belly was advancing rapidly, Monica did not have any candidates, at the club tennis she hadn't found anything that interested her, and Rachel still hadn't gotten a date with Joshua, which made her extremely anxious.

While they were sitting talking about everything a little, a tall guy entered the cafe, with somewhat disheveled brown hair, blue eyes, very handsome, he was wearing a plaid shirt with all blue and light blue, open over a blue T-shirt and Jeans. He walked up to the bar and asked Gunter for a coffee and a couple of cupcakes to go.

The girls were paralyzed looking at the man, they had never seen him before, he turned his head in a moment, he looked at them and smiled with a small dimple on each cheek.

The three looked at each other, and Phoebe said, "Mon, that's yours."

"Because it's hers," Rachel complained.

"Look, I have three babies in my belly, I doubt I can seduce anyone, you have Joshua who will surely fall at any moment, the only one who has nothing is Monica, so you better start finding out who he is? If Gunter knows him, how long? Where does he live? COME ON girl start."

4 months ago, in London

Chandler is sitting in an armchair, in a small studio in Soho with his mother, he has a splint on his right hand.

"Painful, and I still have 2 or 3 more months," Chandler replied.

"Son, the injury to the wrist was serious, but the doctor assured that the operation was a success, in a couple of months you will be moving your hand normally, of course to return to the courts it will take you a little more time to strengthen the doll" Nora answered

"Mom, there are no more professional courts for me," Chandler said.

"What are you saying? Are you going to abandon professional tennis?"

"Yes, the injury is going to keep me out of action for several months, I will be very low in the ranking, which means I will have to play in more championships and I no longer have the desire." Chandler replied.

"Are you sure, I thought you loved this sport and the competition" said Nora.

"Mom, I love tennis, but I got tired of competition, of walking with a bag on my shoulder all the time, of traveling to many cities that I have never known, since it was getting there, hotel, stadium, training, competing and coming back to the hotel to go to the airport for another meeting."

"Look, I want to settle in a place, make friends, since during these years I met many colleagues, but I never really became friends with any of them, there was no time for that. I want to finish the novel that I started writing years ago, and I want to try to publish in a magazine my humorous stories related to tennis, travel, people and life in general, I have been writing those stories for all these years" he stopped, he looked at her, smiled and continued

"I know that dedicating myself to writing makes you happy." Chandler knew that his mother had always encouraged him to write, according to her he was good at it.

He had studied English literature at NYU while also being part of the tennis team, but when he had been studying for 2 years he was offered to play professional tennis and this excited him, anyway, on the advice of his mother, one of the few that he decided to continue, finishing his distance learning degree at the same university.

"Son, it doesn't matter what makes me happy, what matters is you. And where do you want to settle, here in London? Nora asked.

"No, I want to return to Manhattan, I estimate that in two or three months I will be using my hand normally, first I will settle in for a short time in your apartment in Madison, until I look for something small in Soho or in the Village"

"Chandler, you can stay in my apartment forever," said Nora.

"No mom, it's huge, it would need staff, and it's too pretentious for my taste" he said smiling and continued "I want something simple, comfortable and warm, the least like a hotel room, I want a place that looks like a home"

"I understand, that apartment was never really a home for you or me," Nora replied, "I just enjoy hotels," she said, laughing.

"And what do you plan to do with tennis, are you going to give it up completely?" asked Nora.

"No, I like to play, I have fun and I want to stay in shape, I thought I would contact Steve Johnson, you remember, he was my coach at the University, he is an instructor at three tennis clubs in Manhattan and I want to ask him if there could be a possibility in that tennis area, it would be a way to do something useful with what I learned all these years, I will just have to do a little more physical therapy there, but it doesn't require as much effort as to return to the professional courts" Chandler answered.

"I understand, that apartment was never really a home for you or me," Nora replied, "I just enjoy hotels," she said, laughing.

When he was still in London he contacted Johnson's former coach to tell him about his intention to dedicate himself part time to being an instructor, and Johnson responded that there are always opportunities, when he was in Manhattan they would talk.

The three months that Chandler had given himself to return had expired, he informed Nora, who was in Sydney on a tour with her new book, that in a week he was moving permanently to

Manhattan, and as soon as he arrived he would start looking for a place. where to live.