Okay, first things first, this has nothing to do with the movie 'Fools Rush In' with the exception of the two main characters looking and sounding remarkably similar...hmm, what an odd coincidence. Anyway, I chose the name because...well, I love the song 'I cant help falling in love' by Elvis, which is where the phrase is taken from and...well, it seemed very fitting for this story! Anyway, when I thought this up, I just knew I had to write it straight away, before it left me! So please read and review and...and I have no idea where I'm going to take this! It's started out as a bit of a comedy, but I'm not sure how I will be able to continue it as one...so if you have any suggestions for this story, plot wise, it may be helpful, and I may just take them up!

I do not own friends/actors/characters, but I do own the movie 'Fools Rush In' (melts) andthe season 5 and 6 friends dvd, which is where this is based! AWOOHOO FOR ME!


Chandler couldn't believe it.

He had gone to talk to Monica; gone to sort everything out, and there she had been, gambling. Not just gambling, but gambling and having a good time.

Chandler supposed those two things went hand in hand…unless you were losing money, but that wasn't the point. Monica didn't seem to be losing money, she seemed to be winning. And she seemed happy; ecstatic even. Like she hadn't a care in the world.

Like they hadn't just had a huge fight on their anniversary.

Phoebe had said that Monica was feeling terrible and had really wanted to make up, but watching Monica playing craps really showed no evidence of that.

Craps.

The name was so true. It was a crap situation, and as Chandler stood there watching Monica hug a guy next to her, he decided he needed to do something drastic. Something to make it go from crap to good once more. He turned and headed up to his room, intent on grabbing his bag. If Monica really cared for him, she would forget about the craps game in an instant once he went to walk out, empty luggage bag on his shoulder.

As he approached his and Monica's door, he noticed a figure leaning up against the wall.

"Rach?" she turned and he instantly bit his lip, physically having to stop himself from making a joke. As much as it pained him, he knew that it would pain him even more if he made fun of Rachel and her moustache. She wasn't exactly what you would call happy about the situation.

"Chandler!" she exclaimed, rushing towards him. Chandler frowned as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, laughing happily. Maybe she wasn't all that upset. Or it was just possible that the alcohol she had obviously consumed had lightened her mood.

"Hey hey, Pancho Villa," he said lightly, patting her on the back. She let out another laugh, pulling away and shaking her finger at him.

"Hey, that's Phoebe's joke, you can't just steal that." Chandler cocked his head in confusion.

"Pheebs used that joke? Really?"

"Oh, that's right, you weren't there." She let out another laugh, doubling over slightly, and then stumbling. Chandler grabbed her before she could fall.

"I think someone has had a bit too much to drink." Rachel stood up, nodding her head.

"Just a bit," she told him, holding her fingers together somewhat unsteadily. "But I got a lot more drinking left to do tonight! Come on, you join me!" Grabbing his hand, Rachel began to pull Chandler down the hallway.

"Rach-"

"No come on! No buts, you can keep me company! Ross went downstairs to get some more cards," she glanced at Chandler, smiling at him, "because I accidentally spilt my drink on them …but can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure, why not?"

"I didn't accidentally spill it, I 'accidentally' spilt it," she released Chandler's hand for a moment and made quotation marks in the air, before grabbing his hand once more. Chandler sighed. He wasn't going to be getting away any time soon.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah! I just wanted to get him away from me for a while…I mean, he drew on me! I'm still a bit annoyed about that…but he did let me draw on his face too before he went downstairs, so that made me feel a bit better!" Rachel laughed. "So, what are you up to? Wanna join me in the drinking fun? It's fun."

"I gathered that when you referred to it as being drinking fun," Chandler said dryly. "I was actually on my way to…well, try and make up with Mon. She was downstairs, playing the craps table, when Pheebs said she really wanted to make up and that she was upset about the whole thing, but she-"

"Oh come on Chandler, it'll be fine…come on, you guys can make up tomorrow!"

"But-"

"Ah! What did I say about buts?" Rachel asked as they reached the door they had been looking for. Opening the door quickly, Rachel walked inside, dragging Chandler behind her. "Plus, maybe she might win some money, so that she can buy you a make up gift, huh? That would be pretty cool!"

"But-"

"But nothing Chandler, now sit down," she pushed Chandler's chest and smiled as he fell back onto the bed. "Now listen to me…Mon's in the fault here! She knows how insecure you are-"

"Hey!"

"Oh please, everybody knows that, even you!" Chandler nodded in reluctant agreement, causing Rachel to smile again. She slowly sat down next to him, her head spinning slightly. "What I'm trying to say is…have some drinks with me! Bury your sorrows; forget about it all for the night!"

"But Rach-"

"No buts!"

"Okay….however Rach, its Monica and my anniversary-"

"Screw it! You'll have other anniversaries!" Rachel exclaimed.

"But this ones kinda important…and really, this is my fault too," Chandler said logically. "And I do want to make up with her…even if she doesn't seem in that much of a hurry to make up with me…"

"You see, she isn't hurrying, so you shouldn't either!" Chandler paused, frowning slightly. "And you still sound slightly resentful towards her…maybe you should just wait here for a while? Have a couple of drinks! Or at least keep me company till Ross gets back? Come on Chandler, you can't leave me alone; I am, after all drunk! And I'm only at the beginning of drunk! Who knows where I could go from here!"

Chandler smiled at her words, and then nodded. "Okay, I'll stay until Ross gets back."

"That's a promise! I'm holding you to that Mr Bing." Rachel pointed a threatening finger at Chandler, who smiled once more.

"You got it Mr Green."

A knock on the door stopped Rachel from retorting to Chandler's comment. Instead, she stood up and walked over to the door. "That's the alcohol and beers I ordered!"

Chandler laughed as he watched Rachel accept the drinks, then wheel the cart into the room. "Oh this is going to be so much fun! As long as I choose to ignore your last comment…which I am going to!"

"Alrighty…let the fun begin…I guess," Chandler muttered, taking a bottle from Rachel. They clinked their bottles together, then both took a long drink.

"Guess nothing Chandler; this is going to be super fun!" Rachel exclaimed, sitting down next to him once more.

"Oh, I believe ya," Chandler took another drink. Rachel smiled, leaning her head against his.

"A night to remember…I'm sure of it."


Chandler let out a groan, rolling over and opening his eyes blearily. There was no clock to be seen, but he guessed that it was morning time. Not that he could remember the night before. Truth be told, he couldn't remember much after Rachel had proclaimed the night to be one to remember. It seemed ironic that he couldn't remember it, but he didn't bother laughing at the paradox, instead concentrating on keeping anything that may have been in his stomach down.

"Ohh." A groan next to him caused Chandler to frown. Had he made up with Monica? He couldn't remember, but he must have. Rolling over to greet his girlfriend, he was surprised when a shriek cut through the air. Even though it sliced through his pounding head like a knife through the air, Chandler started to shriek back. He grabbed his head in pain then stared in confusion as Rachel did the exact same thing.

They continued to stare at one another for a while, unsure of what was going on.

"Why are we in bed together?" Chandler asked finally.

"I don't know…do you have any clothes on?" she questioned fearfully. Chandler reached a hand down and felt around.

"I have…boxers on."

"Oh…well, that's good…I guess. Means we didn't have sex."

"Yeah…lucky, huh?" Chandler let out an uncomfortable laugh, which was joined by Rachel's.

"Unless you put your boxers on afterwards," she piped up suddenly. Chandler stopped laughing, and stared at her.

"Why? Wh-wh…why? Why would you even say that?"

"I'm sorry, but it is possible!" Rachel shrugged, sitting up slowly. She winced, pain shooting through her skull. "But no…we wouldn't do anything that stupid…would we?"

"No…no! No, I wouldn't do that to Mon, no!" Chandler shook his head emphatically. "I mean, I don't really remember anything about last night, but I think I would know if I had sex!"

"Yeah…me too! I remember laughing a lot, but that's it."

"Of course you were laughing baby, you were with me." Rachel stared at Chandler's smug face for a moment, then rolled her eyes and began to get out of bed.

"Oh, I mean, we were really drunk. I'm just glad we didn't do anything stupid."

"Tell me about it," Chandler muttered as he too climbed out of bed.

Neither of them noticed the writing sprawled across Chandler's bare back.

Just Married.