"Chandler? Do you like this top?" My best friend Monica Geller asked. I looked up. "Sure." I was never the one to go to with fasion advice. Monica rolled her eyes. "Wow, that top is amazing. Wow that top is so pretty. Wow that top is perfect, Monica!" she was instructing me what to say. I looked at it, and instead said "Wow, that top is so expensive, Monica." Me and my friend (just friends...) Monica were walking around the shops, unfortunately for me, a clothes shop. "Look at this suit. Try it on." I groaned. I don't wanna." Monica tutted. "You need a suit for my wedding, When I shall be Mrs Pete Becker!" Wedding. The word flew around my brain. I shivered. Why does that happen everytime Monica talks about getting married to Pete? I was in the changing rooms now. I tugged the suit on, and hopped out of the changing room. "Why are you hopping?" Monica asked. "I don't know. It doesn't feel... right." Monica laughed. "Mybe thats because the trouser is under your shoe." She bent down to fix it and I noticed how close she was to my... Area. "Getting a bit close and personal ey' Mon?" She shot me a dirty look. "Keep dreamin', Bing!" As she said my name she punched me. Yes that's right. She punched me. 'There'. Yep, she punched my 'personal area'. I opened my mouth in pain, and curled up in a ball on the floor, trying to recover. She giggled with her hand over her mouth. "Oh that's great, suddenly my pain is funny to you?" I groaned. She replied "Suddenly? It's always funny when you get hurt."