Easy Lover – Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Anyone want a starburst? Oh wait, I don't own those either. =(

The phone rings yet again. Chandler sighs, willing himself to get up off the couch. Slowly, he walks over to the phone and stares at it for a moment. Then, he takes the cord from the phone and rips it out angrily. He goes back to his place on the couch and plops down.

Why won't they just leave him alone? They have been calling for days now. His "friends" are trying to get him to do something that they know he doesn't want to do. Some friends, he thinks bitterly.

And they really weren't good friends, now that he thinks about it. He slaps his forehead. He doesn't want to think about it! He is trying his hardest not to think about it. Yet, for some reason, they keep bringing it up again and again and again. He wants to forget, but what they want from him will make him remember.

Maybe he should just go? It would mean the world to the rest of them. He would just have to swallow his feelings and make sure he stayed away from her as long as possible. Damnit! He realizes, heeeerrrr! No, no, he couldn't go back. He couldn't see her again. She will draw him to her, like a fly upon sugar, and then, when his back is turned, she will bring down the fly swatter on his heart.

He shutters violently, thinking about her. He doesn't want to think about her. He has moved away, he has stopped seeing his friends and he has changed his entire life just so he can forget her. The problem is, all he can do is remember.

He turns on the television and flips through the channels. He's getting frustrated that he has so many channels. He finally settles on a movie that looks interesting, and oddly familiar. Maybe he has seen it before? Suddenly, he realizes why it looks familiar, as the lead female role comes into view. He shuts it off, before throwing his remote control across the room. It hits the wall and splits in half.

How is he supposed to work on forgetting?! Everything he ever sees reminds him of her. He is angry now. Angry that nobody cares that his heart has been ripped apart, angry that the memory of her face is etched in his brain, angry that her smell, the way she moves, the way she smiles, the way she talks, are all stored in a torturous file in his heart.

As much as he resents everything, he finally gives in to one of the pressures around him. Closing his eyes, he sees her face, a guilty pleasure. Then, he remembers what brought him to where he is now…

If u want a good song to listen to, get She Will be Loved by Maroon 5. *plays it again* Author's note is in the next chapter…