A/N: Alright, so I recently watched pretty much the whole Friends series. (I've had no life this summer.) but this is my first Friends fic, so be nice. Please :)

DISCLAIMER: I feel that this is pointless, because honestly, no chance would I own this. Honestly. I swear.

It was twelve twenty-seven in the blessed a.m. and Chandler Bing really, REALLY needed to smoke. Even though his best friends always refered to them as "cancer sticks," he thought tonight, he deserved one. Hell, everyone in the apartment tonight needed one after hearing/being involved in the Ross and Rachel break-up. After all, didn't Phoebe, whose mother killed herself, said that everyone grieves in their own way?

"Which explains so much about her." Chandler mused to himself as he walked into the living room to the entertainment center. He opened the cabinet that contained his movies and took out his box of what Joey believed were his "smart people movies," but were actually just a stash of cigarettes, there for the occasional relapse.

"Maybe I should stop referring to it as occasional, seeing as I only have two left. Stupid Janice!" Chandler shook his head. "Wait I thought I was past the resentment stage?" he shrugged. "Eh, whatever I can tell myself to not feel guilty about lying to Mon."… "Wait, why would I feel guilty about lying to MONICA? I mean yeah, she is a best friend, but so are Joey, Rachel, and Phoebe…and Ross is pratically even a doctor!"… "Okay yeah, right, but they ALL are my best friends."

Chandler was still chuckling to himself as he climbed out the window onto the snowy fire escape. He put the first cigarette in his mouth and was just about to light up when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. To his complete and utter shock, Monica was sitting on her balcony.

Smoking.

"So 'nature's deadliest killers' have claimed another set of lungs?" he asked with a knowing smirk.

Monica was so shocked she dropped her cigarette down onto the city streets. "Damn it, Chandler! That was my last one!"

Chandler raised his eyebrows. "Don't you mean my only one ever, Miss-Smoking-Leads-to-a-Slow-and-Painful-Death?"

Monica gasped and folded her arms over her chest. "What about you, Mr. I-Haven't-Smoked-in-Two-Weeks-Thanks-to-My-Iron-Will?"

They stood staring at each other for a moment and then…

Chandler held up the pratically empty pack. "I got one more."

Monica ran to the edge. "Toss it over!"

Chandler stepped back, aghast. "Monica, I will not throw God's greatest gift since sliced bread and porn across a ten foot gap on the sixth floor!"

"You are such a girl."

Chandler rolled his eyes. "Can I just come over?"

"Yeah, sure. Just be fast, please? I'm begging you.

"You know if you said that to pratically any guy…"

"Chandler, just…please?" Monica tried to look annoyed, but Chandler saw a smirk and blush start to emerge on her face.

"I'm already on my way." Were his last words before slipping through the window to go see his best friend.

A/N: Okay so tell me what you think! Remember this is my first attempt at a Friends fic!! No flames, but I don't mind a little bit of critisim. I know that Monica doesn't smoke, but I will explain that in the next chapter. :)