sniff I think I got four reviews for my last chapter... is it dying? Should I carry on? Please read and review. I don't own "Spread Your Wings" by Queen. xXx
There was a sharp knock at his bedroom door. Before he had a chance to call out "Come in" his blonde mother stormed her way in anyway, her face looking like thunder.
"When were you planning on telling me?" she demanded furiously, her hands placed firmly on her hips. "Were you just going to walk off and leave us- leave me and Emily, without even a word of goodbye?"
Chandler hesitated. How had she found out? "I was going to tell you," he said truthfully, wringing his hands. "But not yet. I didn't want... this to happen. I wanted to avoid it..."
"The first I hear of it, my homosexual ex-husband phones up and asks what time your plane will be landing next week!" Nora screamed, as Chandler shrank back in fear. "How could you not tell me, Chandler? You completely embarrassed me. I had to pretend I knew all about it though it was quite clear I didn't. What kind of idiot is he going to think I am?"
Chandler shrugged. "Why does it matter? I'm sorry I didn't tell you, ok? But mom, I can't stay here. Dad's offered to let me crash with him until I've sorted out a place to live... with the money I got from working last year I can start some kind of fund... "
"Is this because of Monica?" Nora asked, calming down slightly, but Chandler could tell she was still mad.
"Yes," he admitted. "But not just that. I don't fit in here, with your extravagant lifestyle... your countless "male companions"... your "tea parties," for christs sake. You're not the person you once were, and I can't cope with it anymore Mom. I have to be with people I know. And, quite frankly, since you became a best-selling author, I don't know you."
Chandler knew he'd hurt her, but for once he didn't care. Leaving her to stand, mouth wide open, staring at him, he left the room and jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was times like these that alcohol seemed to be the only option.
Spread your wings and fly away Fly away, far away Spread your little wings and fly away Fly away, far away Pull yourself together 'Cos you know you should do better That's because you're a free man
Fly away, far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away, far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man
Telling Emily would be hardest. He breathed in, thankful for that second that he had some Dutch courage in him, and reached for the doorbell. Pressing it once, gently, he found that being nervous and shy was not the answer, and especially not while pressing the doorbell either. It didn't work. It wouldn't work with Emily. He knew he'd have to be gentle, but he couldn't hold back. He had to tell her the truth.
Pressing the doorbell again, harder, he found it worked, and he waited patiently until Emily's mother answered the door. She seemed surprised to see Chandler.
"Was Emily expecting you, dear?" she asked, letting him in. Chandler shook his head sadly. He liked Emily's mother, and it was a shame that in a few minutes she would probably hate him.
"I need to talk to her," he said. "Is she in?"
Emily's mother nodded and pointed up the stairs. "She's been in there for a while," she said. "I think she's upset about something."
Chandler groaned. He hoped it wouldn't stop him from telling her what he had to. Wearily, he climbed the stairs. This could prove to be a lot more difficult than he originally hoped.
He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room Keeping his thoughts to himself, he'd be leaving soon Wishing he was miles and miles away Nothing in this world, nothing would make him stay
Keeping his thoughts to himself, he'd be leaving soon
Wishing he was miles and miles away
Nothing in this world, nothing would make him stay
"Emily?" he asked hesitantly. "It's me."
The door opened, and he sighed with relief when he saw that she seemed relatively happy. His heart sank when he realised that he would be the one who would destroy this happiness. Probably.
"Chandler!" she said, smiling. She put her arms round his neck and kissed him on the lips. He felt drawn into the kiss, but then stopped it abruptly. He felt almost like he was cheating on Monica.
Emily looked a little confused. "Something wrong?" she asked, sitting on her bed, and motioning for him to sit with her. "You seem upset."
Chandler breathed in. Here it goes, he thought, suddenly wondering whether the alcohol he had drunk would really help him or prove to ruin it.
Since he was small Had no luck at all Nothing came easy to him Now it was time He'd made up his mind "This could be my last chance"
Had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He'd made up his mind
"This could be my last chance"
"You've heard me talk about Monica, right?" he said cautiously, not wanting to lie to her about the reason why he was moving away. He had to be completely honest with her.
"Yeah," Emily said, not sure where the conversation was going but knowing she wouldn't like it.
Chandler looked at her miserably. It was now or never. Now seemed good. "Oh Em," he sighed, sitting beside her and putting his arm round her. "Emily... I have to go back to New York."
"Uh-huh," Emily said, and Chandler could tell she was trying hard not to cry. She pulled away from his hug. "To be with her?"
Chandler nodded sadly. "I'm sorry, Em," he said sadly. "I really am. You're such a great girl... you don't deserve someone like me... someone who is in love with someone else."
Emily looked angry suddenly. "You've been in love with her, since you left? You never loved me?" she asked.
"I thought I'd got over her," he said honestly. "I thought I loved you. Turns out, I didn't." He hated to be brutal, but in his mind there was no other way.
There was a shocked, angry silence. Chandler felt more uncomfortable than ever. Emily was staring at her pillow, her face turned away from him, and Chandler could tell she was crying.
"Right.." she eventually said, still not looking at him. She then said something else, but Chandler couldn't hear her, it was so quiet.
"I'm sorry?" he asked.
"I think you should go," Emily said, still quietly but audibly this time. "I hope... I hope you get to New York safely."
Chandler was surprised. It could have been worse, he supposed. "Okay then..." he said. "Em, I'm really, truly sorry..."
"I don't care," she said angrily, turning slightly. "I don't care how sorry you feel, okay? I love you, Chandler. And do you know how much of a fool I feel right now? You obviously never loved me, probably never even liked me that much, and I loved you? I'm so... so stupid..."
"No, Emily, you're not," Chandler said, feeling like the worst guy in the world. "I'm the stupid one, for not realising how wonderful you are... it was bad circumstances..."
"You're telling me," Emily spat. "See yourself out."
Chandler stood up abruptly. Realising that it was pointless to even try to make her understand, he left the room quietly.
"Mom?" Chandler said hesitantly.
Nora looked away. "You'd better go through security now," she said. Chandler sighed. He was amazed that she'd even given him a lift to the airport. He guessed it was too much to expect her to be happy for him.
"I'm gonna miss you, Mom," he said. "I'll come and visit, I promise."
Nora turned back to her son and smiled sadly at him. "I'm sure you will," she said, touching his cheek gently. "Just... don't forget your old mom, okay?"
Chandler grinned. "I love you Mom," he said, burying his face into her neck as he hugged her. He felt her crying, and knew he should leave before he was persuaded to stay behind. It was possible.
"Go get on that plane," Nora said, choking a little. "Monica doesn't know how lucky she is. Have you phoned her?"
"No. I'm going to surprise her," he said, smiling. He turned, missing the look on his mothers face. One of panic, and worry. What if...?
"Jack?" Judy said as the couple sat in the living room, enjoying a peaceful evening. "Where's Monica?"
"Jack shrugged. "How should I know? She said she was going out for a couple of hours. She'll be back soon."
Judy nodded, a little curious, but let herself forget as she was drawn back into the book she was reading.
"Wow," Monica said, covering her mouth in surprise. "Richard, it's beautiful!"
Richard smiled. He had just shown Monica into his new appartment. Already beautifully furnished, Monica straight away felt right at home in this "grown-ups" home. She exclaimed at the leather sofa.
"You like it?" he asked, standing behind her.
Monica turned round, her face saying it all. "I love it, Richard," she said, smiling. The two of them had grown close during the past few months, and now Monica regarded Richard as her best friend, despite the major age-difference and the fact that she was barely eighteen. And especially since Chandler had left. Monica had felt lonely. Rachel and Ross had grown closer and, although she still thought of Rachel as a good friend, she knew the real reason why she came to the Geller household most of the time.
"So... what was it you were wanting?" Richard asked, wandering into the kitchen, presuming she would like a cup of coffee. "Help with science again?"
Monica blushed. "Ross... doesn't seem to have much time for me... now that Rachel's always around. I mean, sure, he would help if I asked, but I don't like to intrude..." she stopped, realising. "Oh my god, Richard, I'm not intruding on you, am I? I just thought..."
"Of course not," he said, coming out of the kitchen after putting the kettle on. "It's nice to have some pleasant female company for a change. An intelligent conversation with someone other than my old friends."
Monica smiled. "You're not that old, Richard," she said.
"Please. I'm old enough to be your father," he said, sitting down on the couch. Monica hesitated.
"You don't look it," she said honestly, sitting beside him. "In fact..."
Richard looked at her, puzzled. "In fact what? What is this, flatter Richard day? I'm very honoured, you know," he said, smiling slightly.
"In fact..." Monica continued. "You don't look anything like as old as my father."
Richard looked at her sidewards, as the kettle popped. "Hang on a minute, Monica," he said, not wanting to leave a conversation that looked so promising, but knowing he had to think. As he got up, he shook his head. What WAS he thinking? She was barely 18, and yet he felt so drawn to her...his best friends daughter, for gods sake...
Monica buried her head in a cushion as Richard went to prepare the drinks. What was she thinking? She stood up, knowing she should really excuse herself. She had been too obvious.
"Richard... I think I should go," she said, just loud enough for him to hear. He came out the kitchen, carrying two mugs.
"Why?" he asked simply. "Didn't you say you wanted some help?"
Monica looked confused. "Yeah... but... I should really..."
Richard put the two cups down, and for some reason all Monica cared about at that moment was the fact that the mugs weren't on coasters. That was going to leave a stain. She turned to tell him, but he was closer to her... not unbearably close... a decent distance away... what was he doing?
"Monica, look," Richard said, sitting down, and half-pulling Monica down too. "I think that-"
He was interrupted as Monica moved closer to him, not really sure what she was doing. She didn't know herself. All she knew was that at that moment she needed some form of comfort... she needed someone to hold her, to tell her that everything would be alright.
Before either of them knew what was happening, his hands were in her hair and their lips were pressed together. Monica was still confused. What did she want? Why did she want this? It was nice... it was good... it was Richard. It felt right.
But God, she missed Chandler.
Sorry if this was ever-so-slightly confusing. Needed to get it out of the way. I didn't enjoy writing this one- I'm not a Monica-Richard kinda girl, but if I'm to finish this fanfic, then it is an important part of the story. So. Should I carry on? I'd like to get ten responses but I know that's a bit too much to expect, so shall we say five? Although I'd really like ten... go on... review! Please!! Lilian xXx