What If Chandler Bing Didn't Exist...? [F.R.I.E.N.D.S]

Chapter Seven: The Notes

'Chandler hates Thanksgiving and doesn't eat any Thanksgiving food.' - Ross Geller, The One With The Thanksgiving Flashbacks

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I was staring outside my window, just watching the rain pelting down, watching the trees and leaves sway from side to side, really starting to miss my friends and family. Well actually, just my friends, I can do a whole lot better without my 'rents.. That's what you gotta say when you have a gay father and a mother who writes graphic adult novels for a living. Facepalm. How did I ever manage to stay alive? As well as get married and have kids? I was literally a wreck. I think I barely managed to do these things just because of my loving wife - Monica. Without her I wouldn't be the man I am now. I sighed. Was I really going to get out of this mess? Why did we have to end with a fight? I love her, and she means the world to me. My eyes started stinging and I could feel my throat closing up. Tears started to form from my eyes and I tried to blink them away, but it just made it easier for it to stream across my face. I closed my eyes as I felt the water from my eyes drip on the floor. I wiped the tears that were on my cheek and I rubbed my eyes as I stifled a sob. I sniffed as I realised how much I had missed her; what I would be without her. I put my thumb and finger to the sides of my eyes as I tried to stop shedding tears. I breathed softly in and out through my mouth as I hadn't receive any oxygen in until now.

Y'know, there was a time when I actually couldn't cry at all? I just thought it was the dumbest thing ever. I mean, water coming out of your eyes, COME ON! But then, when Monica found out about how I couldn't cry if I wanted to, she started getting a bit angry, maybe wondering why the hell her boyfriend couldn't shed some tears for anything. It was because of that movie, E.T., or else she wouldn't have known. Luckily I managed to be able to cry soon, because I proposed to Monica a couple of months later and how sad would it be if I wasn't crying at that moment? So that's basically another thing that Monica taught me to do - crying.

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By now, my eyes started to well up again, but I heard a knock on the door. I wiped my face with the bottom of my shirt to look that I wasn't crying over nothing and to also freshen up. I puffed out my cheeks as I started to walk over to the door, with my socks on and my hair probably all over the place. My work clothes were a mess too, seeing that I wore this over 2 days now, and who knows when I'm going to be changing.

I grabbed the door handle and it swung open. There was no one in sight; I looked left and right and all I could see was the empty corridor. I was about to turn around but I saw a brown paper bag on the floor right in front of my door, much like the one that helped me breathe again, and I picked it up. The smell of turkey burst through my nose and my nose-hairs immediately pricked up. Eugh, in the paper bag, there were 2 turkey sandwiches. Doesn't the hotel know how much I hate turkey? Of course not, and yet they must know something about me not existing. I was about to return it to the front desk, yes, I would be willing to walk all the way to the front desk, just to return this piece of shit. Like seriously, this was the meal that I was eating when my parents told me that they were going to be divorced. Yep, Thanksgiving, the worst holiday ever. I took another look at the turkey sandwich and I was really hungry. More than one day without food, you must have known how I was feeling. You would eat something that you seriously ate if that was the only thing that you could right?

I took the sandwich out and there was something I didn’t see before. There was a note, folded on top of the sandwich. I opened it carefully, part of me was wanting to know what it was and another part of me was a bit scared. What was it and what did have to do with me?  My eyes immediately could have literally fallen out of my sockets. In red writing, the exact words were "GET OVER IT." Do they really know every single thing about me? Why do they know? How do they know?

I walked over to the sofa that was near the window and sat down. I put the note to the side, my hands quivering slightly. Just slightly. I looked down on the turkey paper bag that was on my lap. I took the cling wrapped turkey sandwich out of the bag as I looked away as if not wanting anything to do with it. I was about to look at it, but I hesitated. I made a face, and according to Monica, I made my "sex" face. I started to peel it open, and the smell was as strong as ever. Memories came flooding back and I could hear the houseboy's voice ringing in my ears. "More turkey Mr. Chandler?" His r's were slurred since he had an accent. By now, the turkey sandwich was bare without any wrap or bag to cover it up. It's no big deal, it's no big deal. It's just a turkey sandwich, and you haven't eaten for days. I kept telling myself, hoping that I would get over it.

I grabbed the sandwich with two hands, and it was like I was about to kiss Phoebe all over again. Y'know when Monica and I were dating, it was a secret and everybody found out about us through the prank that they did. Phoebe was acting if she had a crush on me and one thing led to another, and we were almost going to have "sexual intercourse" but I broke out the secret and that was basically how everybody found out… except for Ross, who found out the hard way.. Yeah, I'm not gonna start that. I had no choice but to eat the damn turkey that I was dreading. My stomach grumbled as I remembered how hungry I was. I groaned and lunged in, taking a small bite into the sandwich. I tasted the meat in my mouth and I held my breath while chewing so that I couldn't taste it at all. I took a massive gulp as I took a breath. That wasn’t so bad I suppose. I'll just do it the hard way, even if it means not to breath 90% of the time.

 So about 45 minutes later, I was finally done. I had crumbs on my mouth as I wiped it with my shirt sleeve. Man, these clothes are gonna get real dirty. Well actually, they already are. I got the cling wrap from the sandwich and rolled it into a ball which I placed inside the paper bag. And there was something that I didn't notice before. There was another piece of paper there, another note. I reached down as I opened it and when I read it I knew exactly where to go tomorrow. Ross' old apartment.

 Want to know what the note read? "MAKE PEOPLE REMEMBER YOU, PUT EVERYTHING BACK TO NORMAL AND SIT YOUR FRIENDS ON THE COUCH." Again, in red writing and the same typical handwriting.

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Hey guys, I am SO SO sorry that this update was so late! I was super busy and I had a bit of a writer's block! Please forgive me and hope you enjoyed! Getting mysterious? And I'm so sorry you had to put up with Chandler eating a turkey sandwich! Y'know how much he hates them! So there's a piece of the puzzle found! Check out the video on the right hand side where Chandler and Monica are talking about his condition on crying! Promise it will make you laugh even if you had a rough day!

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