A/N: My first story on my ultimate OTP! I'm really worried about this, because I love them so much and am really paranoid about writing too desperately out of character, but hopefully you can sort of see the resemblances? This is just an alternate reality, if Monica had said yes at the beach house. It's very Mondler-based, there's not much of other characters and pretty much nothing of other ships, if that's what you're hoping for. There are also some continuity glitches, which are just for my purposes. Joey has his hole, but there's no jellyfish and Ross is still with Bonnie and him and Rachel haven't kissed, blah, blah, blah. I wrote this up on my phone in some of my free periods, so I apologise for the quality.

Please review! I am severely underappreciated around here! :):)

MONICA'S POV

"Okay, if I go out with you, will you stop this?" I asked, crossing my arms and pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Well, then we'd be going out, so this would seem kind of pointless." He was nodding along with himself, the way he did when we thought he was being smart.

"Chandler, can't you just accept it? We're friends. I don't wanna ruin that." Exasperated, I made my way over to the counter and began dicing just to give myself something to do.

He jumped back, pointing at me triumphantly in the overly exaggerated way all the guys in our group did. "No no no no no no no no no!" he let out, as if it were all one word. "You-you said you would, so technically, technically, you can't take that back."

I saw where this was going. "If you do the dance, I can."

He rubbed his nose, looking around as if I'd had the complete wrong impression. "Besides, uh, friends can survive break ups."

I stopped dicing to stare him down. "Really? Name one."

"Uh, Ross and Rachel," he said, as if it was obvious.

I stared into the distance as I thought this over. "Oh yeah," I gasped. "You know what, when is that screaming and yelling gonna start? 'Cause that's always the highlight of my relationships."

He clapped his hands together. "Okay, so we both suck at relationships…" He hesitated.

"Go on," I prompted.

"Oh, no, that was it."

I rolled my eyes and grunted in annoyance as I proceeded to chop. I only looked up when I noticed Chandler, slowly edging closer to me. I put down the knife and waited for what qualified as a joke with him.

"So, you wanna go upstairs and mixitup?" He grinned that broad smile of his, but I gave him a look that told him not to get any closer. "Huh," he said, thinking things over. "I finally get a girlfriend, and she doesn't want to sleep with me. Yep, sounds about right."

He shrugged in my direction and retreated upstairs. I couldn't help but smile.

CHANDLER'S POV

I wasn't sure what had just passed between me and Monica. On one hand, she'd said yes. On the other, I didn't know just how sincere that exchange had been. I'd decided on the stairs to keep quiet about it for now.

I opened the door to Joey's room. "Hey, J-ah, ah, ahh!" I jumped back, shielding my eyes.

"What? You wouldn't play me!"

Frustrated, I threw myself in and closed the door. "Joe…" I tried slowly. "Are you playing strip poker with yourself?"

"No! What do you take me for, a…" He paused, trying—failing—to think of something smart to say. "Someone who plays strip poker with himself?" He scoffed, and I gave him a disbelieving look which he didn't see. "It's strip Happy Days. We don't have the cards." He waved his sandwich at me.

"I thought you made cards?"

"Ah, they didn't work out…" He shook his head, and I was reminded of every time I'd woken up to find a different girl in our apartment when he was supposed to be dating someone else.

"Joe… What happened to the cards?" I was being as gentle as I could, treating him like a small child because, really, that's what he was.

He waited a moment before replying, and then I knew why. "Well, you know my hole?"

I hurried to stop him. "There it is," I exclaimed, groping for any chance I could to change the subject. Only one thing came to mind. "So Monica said yes," I reported, as if I was talking about the weather. As if I would talk about the weather.

His eyes bulged out of his head as he jumped up. I averted my eyes and cried "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" as he went to hug me.

"What?" he asked, but a moment later he looked down and smiled, hands on hips. "Oh. Sorry."

I scoffed.

"So how'd you get her to agree to it?" He crossed his arms and hunched over, what he did when he wanted details on something which excited him.

"Well, you know…" I tried to shrug it off, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation. "Bug 'em enough and they'll go anything just to be left alone, you know?"

I grinned, but he looked contemplative. "No, no… I usually only have to bug 'em the one time, know what I mean?"

Of course I did. "No, I'm gonna need a minute with that one," I told him, and he nodded, sitting down and waiting for me to get there.

Thanks people! It's not as long as I usually write, but in true Friends spirit, I didn't want the scenes to be too long. I'm probably gonna keep to this format and do 2 short parts in each chapter.

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