Chapter 1
Chandler awoke to a loud knocking on his bedroom door. The noise pounded in his head and he moaned, sitting up slowly and closing his eyes, holding his hands over his ears. His room was dark; the shades were thankfully pulled down. He realized he wasn't wearing his usual shirt he wore when he went to sleep and lost the thought when the banging continued and Chandler nearly rolled off the bed.
"For the love of God PLEASE stop that!" The door opened and Joey poked his head in, a guilty smile on his face. Chandler opened one eye to see what evil had woken him.
"Yes, my least favorite person right now?"
"I'm sorry to wake you up Chan but... Hey! I thought I heard you with a girl last night!" Joey grinned in his sideways smile. Chandler stared at his friend in confusion, wanting to smack the goofy grin off his roommate's face.
"What the hell are you talking about." Joey pointed and Chandler sighed, looking down next to him.
"Gaaa!" he yelped, shocked, to see a sleeping figure with the covers tightly pulled around her. The covers were pulled over her head but her toes stuck out from the other end of the blanket. Chandler craned his neck to see if he could see her face but frowned, not wanting to wake her.
"Oh my God..."
"Nice, man," Joey proudly smiled.
"What did you come in here for Joe?"
"Oh! Your mom's on the phone. She said it was important and I had to wake you up." Chandler held his hands over his face, hair sticking up in every direction.
"Tell her I had to go to work."
"It's Sunday..."
"Then I had to go to church."
"But you don't-"He was cut off by his friends groan in annoyance.
"I can't talk to her now, man. Please... I'll call her later."
"All right... You do not hold liquor well my friend."
"I know..." he sighed and Joey left, closing the door behind him. Chandler lowered his hands and looked at the mystery girl and frowned again, looking at her feet. Her toenails were painted hot pink with white polka dots. He shook his head, remembering a story behind why they were painted that way. What had happened last night? They all had gone to a club and partied to celebrate Phoebe's pregnancy. Phoebe couldn't drink but the rest of them had. He tried to remember what went on in the club and could only remember Ross yelling at him to stop downing the tequilas. Why had he drank so much?
The girl suddenly moved and Chandler flinched, afraid to see if she was awake or not. She sighed and rolled towards him, the covers slipping down. Once the bed stopped moving Chandler took a deep breath and slowly looked beside him.
"Oh my God... Oh my God...," he whispered, looking at a sleeping Monica.
Chandler awoke to a loud knocking on his bedroom door. The noise pounded in his head and he moaned, sitting up slowly and closing his eyes, holding his hands over his ears. His room was dark; the shades were thankfully pulled down. He realized he wasn't wearing his usual shirt he wore when he went to sleep and lost the thought when the banging continued and Chandler nearly rolled off the bed.
"For the love of God PLEASE stop that!" The door opened and Joey poked his head in, a guilty smile on his face. Chandler opened one eye to see what evil had woken him.
"Yes, my least favorite person right now?"
"I'm sorry to wake you up Chan but... Hey! I thought I heard you with a girl last night!" Joey grinned in his sideways smile. Chandler stared at his friend in confusion, wanting to smack the goofy grin off his roommate's face.
"What the hell are you talking about." Joey pointed and Chandler sighed, looking down next to him.
"Gaaa!" he yelped, shocked, to see a sleeping figure with the covers tightly pulled around her. The covers were pulled over her head but her toes stuck out from the other end of the blanket. Chandler craned his neck to see if he could see her face but frowned, not wanting to wake her.
"Oh my God..."
"Nice, man," Joey proudly smiled.
"What did you come in here for Joe?"
"Oh! Your mom's on the phone. She said it was important and I had to wake you up." Chandler held his hands over his face, hair sticking up in every direction.
"Tell her I had to go to work."
"It's Sunday..."
"Then I had to go to church."
"But you don't-"He was cut off by his friends groan in annoyance.
"I can't talk to her now, man. Please... I'll call her later."
"All right... You do not hold liquor well my friend."
"I know..." he sighed and Joey left, closing the door behind him. Chandler lowered his hands and looked at the mystery girl and frowned again, looking at her feet. Her toenails were painted hot pink with white polka dots. He shook his head, remembering a story behind why they were painted that way. What had happened last night? They all had gone to a club and partied to celebrate Phoebe's pregnancy. Phoebe couldn't drink but the rest of them had. He tried to remember what went on in the club and could only remember Ross yelling at him to stop downing the tequilas. Why had he drank so much?
The girl suddenly moved and Chandler flinched, afraid to see if she was awake or not. She sighed and rolled towards him, the covers slipping down. Once the bed stopped moving Chandler took a deep breath and slowly looked beside him.
"Oh my God... Oh my God...," he whispered, looking at a sleeping Monica.