Passport to Love

Welcome to your five minutes of my institution, hahahaha! *cough cough* sorry, I don't know why I thought that would be funny...

Serious now, this story I've been working on for a while and I really hope you enjoy it. If not, well, just tell me and I'll stop.

I got this idea after reading the book "Meant To Be" so most creds to the author, Lauren Morrill, of that.

Most of this story is going to be coming from Monica's prospective. She is a senior in high school and was never fat, everyone is a senior in high school including Chandler. Yes, I put them in the same class, scold me now. This first chapter is going to be a little short but only because I didn't want to waste my time writing a story that you may or may not like. So it is your job to let me know if I should continue...if not I'll have to delete my other chapters I have already written.

The way it shook feared her. Gripping the side of the seats, she closed her eyes; just waiting for the moment to be over with. So much to think about and yet everything was lost as she tried to control her insides from spilling out. Trying to remember how everything came to be, she just couldn't gesture. With the fear of flying on her mind and everything that came with it she knew that the whole ten days she would be on this trip was not going to be a breeze to begin with. She loved London; she really did. But when signing that form to go on this trip she didn't know until after turning it in that her best friend wasn't going to be able to make it.

"Dude, not cool!"

Rolling her eyes as her classmates started to kick the back of each others seat she remembered that she was still in high school and people were still immature.

The turbulence bounced and she thought she was going to barf. Slowly releasing her grip on the hand rest to undo her seat belt, Monica took a deep breath as she stood up. On shaky knees, half being from the plane the other half from sitting six hours in one spot, she made her way to the back of the flat surface flying 30 thousand feet above the Atlantic. She closed her eyes, leaning up against an unoccupied seat and took a deep shaggy breath. "It's just the clouds. Everything is going to be alright." She kept telling herself over and over again all throughout the flight.

"Talking to yourself again there, bookworm?" He said walking out of the bathroom

There are certain things in life that suck. Pouring a big bowl of Fruit Loops and realizing you're all out of milk. Tripping up the stairs following behind a guy you like...with the entire of the class calling you 'klutz' the rest of the day. And being stuck on a plane with Chandler Bing; let's just put that last one at the top of the list, shall we?

Monica reopened her eyes only to be meet by the evilest of evils staring back at her. She still remembered that day back to ninth grade when she had her arms full of books she was carrying as she walked to her locker. Not having enough hands to open it she put her red pen in her pocket temporarily as she turned the numbers into the lock combination. Just as she opened it Chandler Bing bumped into her causing her locker to slam shut and her books to fall to the ground. When bending down to pick them up she lost her footing and fell backwards causing the pen to explode and ink all over her pants. The whole school found out about it that day and had a rumor that she had gotten her period. The next day Chandler filled her locker with tampons. Something she tried to forget but never managed to.

Seeing Chandler's smirk on his face and some giggling coming from behind her she quickly turned around to see what it was. Her classmates were staring at her and laughing as Chandler winked and pointed to the bathroom behind them.

Monica's mouth gaped and her face wrinkled "Are you sick!" The last thing she needs on this long flight was everyone thinking they did it in the bathroom. She was most certainly not part of the Mile High Club and she would never do it with Chandler Bing. Ever.

Forgetting about ever needing to use the restroom in the first place, Monica turned on her heel and went straight back to her seating. This trip just started and she already had a rumor on her hands that is just going to be carried on her shoulders and teased about for the next ten days. Why did she turn in that form before knowing that Rachel had to go to her family's annual reunion?

Now, all alone, she was sitting there wedged between a man that is paralyzed at the neck and has to change his socks every two hours and a big women that has been asleep five out of the six hours they have been up in the air. How does she know? The women snores while using Monica's shoulder as a drool pillow.

Scrounging her face, Monica nudged her off into her own seat and sighed deeply. The only way she was going to get through the rest of this flight is if she sleeps the next 56 minutes. And hopefully without being bothered.

She closed her eyes about to drift off into an uncomfortable slumber when she felt a thump in the back of her head and started to smell a strong mint flavor in the air. Hesitantly, she reached back to her hair and felt the orbit mint gum stuck in a big thick glob. She watched as the little boy chuckled next to his mom who was dozing in and out of sleep. He glanced over with Monica following his gaze to where Chandler Bing sat with a huge grin on his face as he stuffed another stick of bubbly mint in his mouth, giving the kid two thumbs up before turning back in his seat.

Did she mention she hated Chandler Bing?