I do not own friends/actors/characters, but I do own a pulsating eye...does that ever happen to anyone else? Happens to me all the friggen time!
"-son of a bitch! I cannot believe you! How could you, you bastard?"
"Mon…Mon, honey-"
"Oh, no, don't you honey me! You aren't allowed to honey me, not anymore, you son of a bitch!" Monica screamed, pointing a shaking finger at Chandler. She then turned and continued to throw his things off the balcony. Rachel watched this quietly. She had done the same thing to Paulo, although that had been with his luggage. Monica was currently tossing all the things that Chandler had in 'his' drawer in Monica's room, which wasn't much. Why would he need much when he lived across the hall?
Because of that, Monica was taking her time, turning back every few seconds to scream at Chandler, and occasionally, Rachel.
"Pregnant? How could you be pregnant?"
It was Rachel's turn to be yelled at. She fought down the urge to make a sarcastic comment, knowing it wouldn't help matters. And that Chandler would not be happy with her.
"It just…I don't remember, Mon," she whispered instead. Monica glowered at her, then turned back to the balcony.
"Mon?" Chandler tried again. "Mon, sweeti-"
"Sweetie is not allowed either, Chandler Bing! Oh, god, I am…" Monica let out a shriek of anger.
"I know, I know. It's just that…"
"What, Chandler?"
"You're out of things to throw."
Monica paused for a moment, glanced down at the empty drawer in her hands, then whirled around and caught Chandler in the stomach with it. He let out a grunt of pain, yet managed to grab it as Monica let go. She stalked past both Chandler and Rachel, and quickly made her way inside, body shaking with anger. Rachel couldn't remember ever seeing Monica that angry. After Chandler recovered, the two entered the apartment to find Monica pacing.
"Why didn't I see this coming? Why? Rachel! You-you always stole the guys I liked!"
"I so did not!" Rachel said shrilly.
"You did, you slut!"
"Hey!"
"Oh, don't try to deny it!"
"Mon, don't blame Rachel. I screwed up, not-"
"It takes two to screw, Chandler, and that's what you guys did!" she pointed a finger at the two, who were cowering with fear near the table. "I want you both out of this apartment!"
"Mon-"
"Right now! I don't ever want to see you guys again! Out!"
"Can we please talk about this?" Chandler pleaded. Monica burst into tears, surprising Rachel. "Please?"
"No, Chandler, we can't. Now get the hell out!"
Chandler stared at Monica for a moment, then glanced down at his feet, nodding sadly. Rachel watched as he turned and left the apartment, then looked at Monica. Her best friend, if she could still call her that, was giving her a look that would scare even the toughest man away. Rachel stood her ground, albeit cautiously.
"How could you?" Monica whispered, a stark contrast to her angry appearance. Rachel felt tears burn in her eyes.
"I don't know…I don't remember…it wouldn't have been Chandler's fault, you have to know that. I would have…seduced him."
"I know that," Monica said coldly, pulling herself together as quickly as she had broken down. "It doesn't change the fact that he let himself be seduced."
"God, Mon, he loves you so much, you have to work things out," Rachel pleaded, surprising herself. She truly did want them to work things out, despite how she felt about Chandler.
"Grab whatever you can, and get out of my apartment," was all Monica said, before turning and entering her bedroom. Rachel cringed as the door slammed shut, then stood there for a long moment, before walking into her own bedroom.
She gathered a few things in a bag, then turned and fled the apartment.
In the hallway, Rachel considered her options. She couldn't go back; Monica would surely murder her. She could go stay with Ross, but would most likely be kicked out quickly. No matter what their past held, Ross would definitely side with Monica on this one. And why wouldn't he? Phoebe's was an option. After all, the blonde had already known everything, and hadn't shunned her. In fact, she had encouraged Rachel to let the cat out of the bag. But she wasn't sure if she could face Phoebe.
Biting her lip, Rachel let the bag drop to the floor, then burst into tears.
The door to apartment 19 opened a moment later, and Chandler gestured for her to come in. Rachel stared at him for a moment, then picked up her bag and walked inside.
Chandler closed the door behind her, and Rachel stood in the middle of the room, not sure what to say or do. She couldn't remember the last time she had created more of an awkward situation.
When her and Ross had broken up, it had been extremely awkward whenever they had gone near each other. A wave of sadness suddenly hit Rachel, as she realised how upset and angry she had been when Ross had cheated on her.
Add a baby into the mix, and that's how Monica felt.
She was Chloe. Chandler was Ross. And Monica was her.
Except worse. The baby made it worse. The fact that Rachel was Monica's best friend made it worse.
Rachel shook her head, yet again feeling like the wost scum of the universe.
She turned to find Chandler sitting in his chair, a blank look on his face.
"Chandler-"
"You can stay here for a while…unless Joey objects."
"There's a good chance he will," Rachel said after a beat. Rachel knew Joey. For a man who slept with every and any woman he could find, Joey had a surprising amount of morals. She remembered with a shudder how Joey had reacted when he found out that his dad had been cheating.
And the Kathy incident.
"Yeah, well…he'll probably object about me, too, if he does," Chandler muttered. Rachel nodded. It was a good point. Rachel wasn't the only one who had cheated in this room.
The awkward silence took over once more, and Rachel had no idea how to fill it.
After a long moment, she walked over and sat down on the couch, then started to rifle through her bag. She gave up a moment later, tossing the bag on the floor and glancing up at Chandler.
"I am so sorry, Chandler," she whispered. He shrugged listlessly.
"Like I said, it takes two to tango. Or like Mon said…"
"I should have…it would have been me, I…" she trailed off, not knowing where she was going with that sentence. Chandler seemed to understand, and nodded sullenly, tears brimming in his eyes. A moment later, he stood up and walked into his room, closing the door gently behind him.
Rachel let out a sigh, then picked up her bag once more.