The Love of An Angel-Chapter 6

Hey, sorry it took me so long to update, but things have been really hectic and it was hard to get my ideas out of my head for this story. Also, if this chapter sucks, u should know that I'm still trying to get over this week. Midterms take a lot of me. It's hard to study so much and then concentrate so hard. But, only one more left! And it's not too bad, so yay! Anywayz, w/o further delay…chapter six.

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, except for Rob.

The next day, Monica was sitting in a small deli, eating lunch with Rob. He was telling her a story about his boss and one of his co-workers. Although Monica mocked interest, she could care less about the fashion disaster that he was telling her about. Besides, she was pretty sure that Rachel had already told her the story. It wasn't that Rob was boring to Monica, it just seemed that their interests didn't really overlap. Although Monica enjoyed shopping and looking through catalogs, there were other things in her life that were more interesting to her. However, it seemed to be all Rob knew about. Monica decided to attempt to steer Rob into a more academic topic. Just for a little while. She wanted to see if he was capable of conversation that didn't have to do with the new spring wardrobe coming in.

"So Rob, do you read at all?"

"Oh yeah, all the time."

"Yeah? What do you read?"

"Oh, umm…People, Entertainment Weekly, Sports Illustrat…"

She cut him off. "Do you read anything that doesn't have…pictures?"

"You mean like books?"

Monica smiled. "Yes, like books."

"Nah, not really. Once I got out of college, I never picked up a book again, unless it has to do with fashion."

"Oh, well, that's good to know." Monica grumbled. She began to wonder whether going out with Rob would be a good thing for her. "How about the newspaper? Ever follow up on current events?"

"Well yeah, but I watch the news on TV."

Monica nodded. It was better than nothing.

"You…like that kind of stuff, don't you?"

"Yeah, well…not all the time."

"Oh, so it won't be a problem that I don't…read and all. Cause if it will be, I can begin to read again for you!"

Monica was touched by his eagerness to be in a relationship with her. This was only their second date, but he seemed willing to commit to her. She wondered how long he would stay around. It wasn't as if Monica was the easiest person to be with. She worked long hours, could be very irritable, and had a habit of making things perfect. Those were the traits that helped keep her single for so long. And then, there was also that feeling she had that things wouldn't work out between whomever she was dating. Like she was wasting her time with the man she was with. She was pretty sure she was beginning to get that feeling about Rob, already.

"Ya know, umm…Rob…I'm touched, really, but you don't have to do anything for me."

"No, I want to."

"Yeah well I don't think you'll want be in a relationship with me."

Rob looked genuinely hurt. "Why not?"

"Because…I work long hours and I get really stressed out about work and you'll never get to see me and…"

Rob cut her off by putting his finger to her lip. "It's worth a try, isn't it?"

She thought about it for a moment, and then smiled. His persistence was endearing to her.

Monica smiled shyly at him. "Yeah, I think it is."

"Good. I was hoping you'd say that. I really like you, Monica."

"I really like you, too."

The two spent a few moments staring into each other's eyes until Rob's beeper went off, startling both of them.

He looked down at the beeper on his belt and sighed. "I have to get back to work. Would you like to get together for lunch tomorrow?"

"Ye…" Monica stopped, remembering her earlier encounter with the man in the library. "No, I have plans for lunch tomorrow. But I'm free for dinner."

"Great. Even better!"

Rob got up and threw the tip down on their table. He then kissed Monica lightly on the cheek. "See ya tomorrow night."

"I can't wait."

Once he left, Monica found that she was still smiling. Maybe he wasn't Mr. Perfect, but he sure was charming.

          Meanwhile, Chandler had been watching their lunch, and the jealously burned within him. Rob was getting closer with Monica just as he, too, had made progress. He wished there was a way to force Monica to see him in the same way Chandler saw her. However, he knew that was impossible. Nobody could toil with the emotions of another person, unless they outwardly affected the person. Chandler knew that he would have to be twice as charming and give her the intelligent conversation she was looking for, when he was with her. That way, maybe he would be able to win her heart, somehow.

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          Monica entered the library and looked around. She didn't see that man again, and was wondering if he had decided not to come. She hoped not. Although she figured she was crazy for making plans with a man whom she had spent only ten minutes with, she was really looking forward to talking to him. He seemed to be so much more similar to her than any of her friends, or even Rob. She waited for about fifteen minutes before she decided to leave. He obviously wasn't coming. She began to walk towards the doors, when she heard a voice behind her.

"You looking for me?"

She turned around and smiled. "You came!"

"Yeah, I'm really sorry. I got held up."

"That's okay."

"Well, where would you like to go?"

"Umm…before we decide that, I'd kinda like to know your name."

Chandler chuckled. "Chandler Bing."

"Monica Geller."

"Monica…what a nice name. Are you named after someone?"

"Yeah, my great-grandmother, actually."

"That's nice."

He was relieved that Monica didn't try to shake his hand. What would he have done? Her hand would go right through his, since he didn't actually exist on Earth. He was just a spirit.

"So, lunch?" Monica wondered.

"Right, well, it's your choice. I don't know any of the places around here."

"Well, there's a nice Chinese restaurant about two blocks away."

"Sounds great, but I hope you don't mind if I don't eat anything."

"What? Why?"

He had to think of a good lie. He couldn't tell her that he wasn't able to eat because he wasn't human. She would leave him for sure. "I'm still getting over this stomach virus, and I can't picture eating anything right now."

"Well, I wouldn't want to make you feel sick. We could reschedule or not go to lunch…"

"No, no, it's fine. Please, I insist."

"Well, if you insist."

          When they arrived at the restaurant and the waiter took Monica's order, they began talking.

"A lot of people find Mark Twain's books to be not be as great because the humor doesn't apply anymore really, but I still love them."

"Yeah, I agree. It's not the humor that makes them what they are."

"Can you believe he only went to school until 8th grade?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes. I've gone through medical school and I'm still not even close to being as good of a writer as he was."

"Well, I guess it's something you're born with."

"I guess so."

 "So, what do you do for a living?" Chandler asked. Although he knew the answer already, Monica didn't know that he knew.

"Well, I'm a surgeon."

"Really? Sounds like an awfully demanding job."

"It is."

"But you like it?"

"I guess so. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't."

"How come?"

"Well, I wish I didn't have to fight for these people." Monica wasn't sure why, but she felt herself opening up to this man. He was very sweet and understanding. She couldn't help herself.

"Fight what?"

"Between life and death."  

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, I'm confusing you, I'll stop…"

"No, I would love to hear."

"Okay. It's just that…a lot of times, when I operate…these people are about to die. And when I save them, which I usually do, I feel like I've fought between life and death. I feel like I'm fighting something bigger than me."

"But you beat it."

"No. I've fought it. I can never beat death. Everybody dies."

Chandler nodded in agreement. Of course he understood. That's what he worked with everyday.

"So, what do you do?"

"Well, at the moment, I am an official 'sit on your butt in front of the TV all day' employee." Of course he couldn't tell her the truth. She'd leave him for sure.

Monica laughed. "No job?"

"Not yet. I mean I just moved here, so ya know…"

"Yeah."

          They continued to talk throughout the meal, and Monica began to like Chandler more and more. He was funny, intelligent, and had many ideas similar to hers. Even though she had only known this man for a few hours, she felt very comfortable around him. It was almost as if they had been old friends. When the meal ended, they began to walk back towards the library.

"So, I'd love to do this again," Monica informed him.

"Me too."

"Hopefully, you can eat next time."

Chandler chuckled uncomfortably. "Hopefully."

"How does Monday sound?"

"Hold on, I might have something to do…" He looked away, pretending to think deeply. "Nope, nothing."

Monica laughed. "Same here. I'm on vacation from work, and there's nothing to do!"

"Well, I'll see ya then."

"Yeah, see ya."

Chandler watched as Monica walked away. After spending the day with her, he felt like he loved her even more. He had such a great time with her. She was perfect in every way to Chandler. However, he was worried that she would never see him as anything more than a friend. After all, there was Rob in the picture. Chandler knew that there was nothing he could do, except try to win her over. When Monica walked out of his view, Chandler flew back up to heaven, excited to divulge the events of his afternoon to Phoebe.

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