CountryWolf07
03-01-2003, 02:37 PM
Let me know what y'all think! :) Here is part 1 -
"She's Gonna Make It" Pt. 1
The thunder crashing outside the little apartment building did little good to hide the booming voices inside it. The once thought happy couple, Monica and Chandler Bing were at each other's throats...again. "Honey! Calm down please," Chandler, told his wife, Monica who was packing her suitcase angrily, and she was ignoring Chandler's pleads for her to stay. Chandler was getting panicked, knowing he was going to lose her this time for real. He had done everything he could think of to make her stay, but none of his ways worked. He had tried to apologize to her a thousand times. Monica was on her way out of the door, taking a last look around the apartment. She sadly looked at Chandler and sighed. "It didn't have to end like this. I wish it didn't," whispered Monica as she left slowly. To Chandler, as she left, it was the hardest thing he had to face in his life. He knew deep inside her, she still loved him, and she was in so much pain as he was feeling. He couldn't face the fact that he was on his own, and that Monica was out of his life..
Seven years had passed, but to Chandler it seemed like forever. Hoping to leave the bitter memory of what he lost behind him, he moved out of their old apartment and moved to California to accept a job he'd been offered. He never had been able to forget that night. From time to time, he had wondered how Monica was doing without him in life. Thoughts raced through his mind, "Was she doing okay on her own? Is she married? Where is she now? Does she still love him?" The last question he had asked himself scared him to death, he wish he knew the answer. In his desk drawer at work, there was a ticket buried under a pile of work paper to New York for the next day for business work he had to do. He wanted to see Monica, but he wasn't so sure if she did want to see him. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, and he wanted her back, badly. He needed her more than anything in his life. Meanwhile, back in New York, where Monica is living on her own. She was still working at Alessandro's as a head chef. She knew she was not happy with her life. Something was missing. She knew what it was, but she couldn't face Chandler again from what had happened that night. She was afraid to make things worse, and she had decided to leave it that way. She couldn't help but think of how he was doing. "He's doing fine on his own," Monica told herself every time. She knew he wasn't, and after she left, it had to be the hardest thing she had to do in her life. The only comfort she had in her life was her friends, Rachel, Phoebe, Joey, and her brother, Ross. It wasn't enough for her; she needed more.
The next day, as Chandler arrived at the La Guardia airport, he felt uneasy and sick to his stomach, knowing he was in the city where Monica was living. He wanted to get over the pain and try to win Monica back, but he knew he couldn't simply do that. He went to pick up his luggage and walked out of the airport to hail a cab to a hotel he decided to stay in. He got in the cab, and let out a big sigh. "Where to, mister?" the driver asked him in a gruff-like voice. "Oh uh, the Hilton hotel please," replied Chandler quietly. "Oh, will you please turn on the radio?" The cab driver did what he was told to. "Are you alright, sir?" asked the driver. "You don't look like you're fine; something on your mind?" Chandler didn't reply; he only stared out the window on his right side, lost in a world of silence. The driver shrugged and left him alone. "Poor guy," he muttered to himself. As the cab pulled up to a stop at a red light, a song came on the radio, and it was familiar of the situation Chandler and Monica had gone through, but backwards. Looking around, Chandler realized he was on the street where Monica worked; he quickly turned his head to the other direction, saw her restaurant. "Oh my god, there she is," said Chandler as he welled up with tears. Monica was walking to work, like always. "Always on time, always on time," he looked at his watch and laughed as he watched her.
"He followed her to work this morning
He'd never seen that dress before She seemed to sail right through
Those dark clouds forming
That he knows he's headed for.."
"Excuse me sir, it's green light, we got to keep going," the driver interrupted Chandler. "Oh, yeah, go ahead, it's okay anyway. I better not be late for work in few hours. Besides you don't want a angry mob of drivers with pitchforks after you for holding up traffic," he laughed softly. They had passed by their old place few moments after. Chandler felt a cold shiver coming over him, and he shook it off to forget the memories he had with her and the place they used to live together. He couldn't believe it had been seven years.
"After seven years of marriage
He wanted out
Now after seven months of freedom
It's clear that there's no doubt."
"She's gonna make it
And he never will
He's at the foot of the mountain
And she's over that hill
He's sinkin' at sea
And her sails are filled
She's gonna make it
And he never will."
He smiled as he thought of the happy times, but frowned of the bad times. How he wished that fight never had to happen. Somewhat, he knew she was doing well on her own, and he wish he was doing okay, but he knew he wasn't. He wanted to stop thinking, "All right, sir," as the driver pulled up to a stop. "$20, please." Chandler got out of the cab and took his suitcase and briefcase. He turned to thank the driver, but it was too late. He took off quickly as soon Chandler had his things with him. He shrugged it off and walked into his hotel slowly. As Monica walked around in her restaurant, there were things that always reminded her of Chandler. She smiled at the thoughts of him, but knew she did the right thing about leaving him. She knew she wanted to take him back, but she felt it was crazy to. She was doing fine on her own, she was happy with her job, she was happy that she had her friends; her friends were not happy. There was one person missing in the group, and it was Chandler. She sighed as she continued working.
"And you know it's not like she's forgot about him
She's just dealing with the pain
And the fact that she's survived so well without him
You know it's driving him insane."
"And the crazy thing about it
Is she'd take him back
But the fool in him that walked out
Is the fool that just won't ask."
"She's gonna make it
And he never will
He's at the foot of the mountain
And she's over that hill
He's sinkin' at sea
And her sails are filled
She's gonna make it
And he never will
She's gonna make it
He never will."
Note: The song used in this fic is "She's Gonna Make It" By Garth Brooks
"She's Gonna Make It" Pt. 1
The thunder crashing outside the little apartment building did little good to hide the booming voices inside it. The once thought happy couple, Monica and Chandler Bing were at each other's throats...again. "Honey! Calm down please," Chandler, told his wife, Monica who was packing her suitcase angrily, and she was ignoring Chandler's pleads for her to stay. Chandler was getting panicked, knowing he was going to lose her this time for real. He had done everything he could think of to make her stay, but none of his ways worked. He had tried to apologize to her a thousand times. Monica was on her way out of the door, taking a last look around the apartment. She sadly looked at Chandler and sighed. "It didn't have to end like this. I wish it didn't," whispered Monica as she left slowly. To Chandler, as she left, it was the hardest thing he had to face in his life. He knew deep inside her, she still loved him, and she was in so much pain as he was feeling. He couldn't face the fact that he was on his own, and that Monica was out of his life..
Seven years had passed, but to Chandler it seemed like forever. Hoping to leave the bitter memory of what he lost behind him, he moved out of their old apartment and moved to California to accept a job he'd been offered. He never had been able to forget that night. From time to time, he had wondered how Monica was doing without him in life. Thoughts raced through his mind, "Was she doing okay on her own? Is she married? Where is she now? Does she still love him?" The last question he had asked himself scared him to death, he wish he knew the answer. In his desk drawer at work, there was a ticket buried under a pile of work paper to New York for the next day for business work he had to do. He wanted to see Monica, but he wasn't so sure if she did want to see him. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, and he wanted her back, badly. He needed her more than anything in his life. Meanwhile, back in New York, where Monica is living on her own. She was still working at Alessandro's as a head chef. She knew she was not happy with her life. Something was missing. She knew what it was, but she couldn't face Chandler again from what had happened that night. She was afraid to make things worse, and she had decided to leave it that way. She couldn't help but think of how he was doing. "He's doing fine on his own," Monica told herself every time. She knew he wasn't, and after she left, it had to be the hardest thing she had to do in her life. The only comfort she had in her life was her friends, Rachel, Phoebe, Joey, and her brother, Ross. It wasn't enough for her; she needed more.
The next day, as Chandler arrived at the La Guardia airport, he felt uneasy and sick to his stomach, knowing he was in the city where Monica was living. He wanted to get over the pain and try to win Monica back, but he knew he couldn't simply do that. He went to pick up his luggage and walked out of the airport to hail a cab to a hotel he decided to stay in. He got in the cab, and let out a big sigh. "Where to, mister?" the driver asked him in a gruff-like voice. "Oh uh, the Hilton hotel please," replied Chandler quietly. "Oh, will you please turn on the radio?" The cab driver did what he was told to. "Are you alright, sir?" asked the driver. "You don't look like you're fine; something on your mind?" Chandler didn't reply; he only stared out the window on his right side, lost in a world of silence. The driver shrugged and left him alone. "Poor guy," he muttered to himself. As the cab pulled up to a stop at a red light, a song came on the radio, and it was familiar of the situation Chandler and Monica had gone through, but backwards. Looking around, Chandler realized he was on the street where Monica worked; he quickly turned his head to the other direction, saw her restaurant. "Oh my god, there she is," said Chandler as he welled up with tears. Monica was walking to work, like always. "Always on time, always on time," he looked at his watch and laughed as he watched her.
"He followed her to work this morning
He'd never seen that dress before She seemed to sail right through
Those dark clouds forming
That he knows he's headed for.."
"Excuse me sir, it's green light, we got to keep going," the driver interrupted Chandler. "Oh, yeah, go ahead, it's okay anyway. I better not be late for work in few hours. Besides you don't want a angry mob of drivers with pitchforks after you for holding up traffic," he laughed softly. They had passed by their old place few moments after. Chandler felt a cold shiver coming over him, and he shook it off to forget the memories he had with her and the place they used to live together. He couldn't believe it had been seven years.
"After seven years of marriage
He wanted out
Now after seven months of freedom
It's clear that there's no doubt."
"She's gonna make it
And he never will
He's at the foot of the mountain
And she's over that hill
He's sinkin' at sea
And her sails are filled
She's gonna make it
And he never will."
He smiled as he thought of the happy times, but frowned of the bad times. How he wished that fight never had to happen. Somewhat, he knew she was doing well on her own, and he wish he was doing okay, but he knew he wasn't. He wanted to stop thinking, "All right, sir," as the driver pulled up to a stop. "$20, please." Chandler got out of the cab and took his suitcase and briefcase. He turned to thank the driver, but it was too late. He took off quickly as soon Chandler had his things with him. He shrugged it off and walked into his hotel slowly. As Monica walked around in her restaurant, there were things that always reminded her of Chandler. She smiled at the thoughts of him, but knew she did the right thing about leaving him. She knew she wanted to take him back, but she felt it was crazy to. She was doing fine on her own, she was happy with her job, she was happy that she had her friends; her friends were not happy. There was one person missing in the group, and it was Chandler. She sighed as she continued working.
"And you know it's not like she's forgot about him
She's just dealing with the pain
And the fact that she's survived so well without him
You know it's driving him insane."
"And the crazy thing about it
Is she'd take him back
But the fool in him that walked out
Is the fool that just won't ask."
"She's gonna make it
And he never will
He's at the foot of the mountain
And she's over that hill
He's sinkin' at sea
And her sails are filled
She's gonna make it
And he never will
She's gonna make it
He never will."
Note: The song used in this fic is "She's Gonna Make It" By Garth Brooks