Her short raven black hair she tucks behind her ears, showing the beautiful earrings she just bought a week ago. It matches her, everything about her. "It looks pretty on you, Mon." I mutter under my breath. She turns her head to look at me and gave a me a grin. "Thank you, Chandler. It matches me, right?" "Of course it does. Something pretty will always match with you." "Aw, you're too sweet."

Despite being friends, I always knew there would be a spark somewhere. But what, do I really expect her to like me? Go out with her sarcastic, annoying, commitment-phobic friend, Chandler? No way, I'm literally out of her league. Besides, this thing? It's just a passing crush. She'll get away from my thoughts eventually.

Except sometimes, she doesn't. She stay there like she's a part of me. A piece of a puzzle. A slice from a cake or a pizza. Always a missing ingredient to my mornings. But hey, it's not like the other four aren't special to me, sure they are, but Monica? She's the most special of them all. Nevertheless, it would be weird if I went out with her. And that would be messing with the bro code.

Anyways, we'd better off be friends.

Yeah.

The friend zone.

"All right. I'll tell you what. When we're 40, if neither one of us are married, what do you say you and I get together and have one?"

"Why won't I be married when I'm 40?"

"Oh, no, no. I just meant hypothetically."

Good job, you made her frustrated.

"Ok, hypothetically, why won't I be married when I'm 40?"

"No, no, no."

"What is it? Is there something fundamentally unmarriable about me?"

"Uh, uh."

"Well?"

"Dear God! This parachute is a knapsack!" I then threw myself at the back of chair I was previously sitting on then fell down. It was a good save, not great but a good one to get out of the topic.

I mean, why wouldn't she be married by the time she's 40? She has a point. What did I just said? I actually offered to marry her if both of us weren't in 13 years? Of course she'll be married to some handsome, mature guy, not me. I'll be the one who will never get married.

When Monica was carrying Ben, Ross' newborn child, I can't help but smile at her. She would be a perfect mother. Why would no one like to make a family with her? At least I stepped up.

"Sure."

"Huh? What do you mean, Mon?"

"You know, what you said earlier in the hospital?"

"If we're not married when we're 40? You sure?"

"Yeah. You're not bad yourself, anyways."

A part of me was given hope.

A/N: Haha, hey. It's me again. I'm completely bored out of my mind and I'm back from my field trip. Anyways, instead of this being a one-shot this is more of a short story with few chapters. Just simple musings, if that's what you call them, of Chandler in his view of Monica. I don't know, I'm just a sucker for them. Sorry if this was too short or more of a dialouge one. And promise me, I'll be sorry for the rest of the chapters. Anyways, the song is Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley, if it wasn't that obvious.