Disclaimer: None of the people from the show are mine. And no… Courteney Cox is not in the little box in my basement where all of my secret things are. Neither is Matthew Perry… **grins**

Things to know: Chandler and Monica are already dating, but nobody knows about them. They're in high school…they are both seniors, but Monica is still a year younger. Ross and Joey are the same age as Chandler, Rachel and Phoebe are Monica's age. Joey and Chandler are friends, Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe are friends. Ross and Monica are obviously siblings. Chandler's rich, Monica is average. Chandler's family practically owns the town. Monica is a Jew and Chandler is Christian (like in the show…) and their families are actually religious. Monica is thin; she's never been fat.

I stole Jenni's way of getting people's attention ;).

A/N: I hope you all give this series a try. It should be at least okay, and if you like it, review. And if you don't like it, review. It would mean the world to me, and it'll let me know if anyone is actually reading it. It'll also tell me whether to continue or delete it. Things may not be too clear in the beginning. Also, the initial 'conflict' will build up… so the beginning won't really be dramatic or anything ;). Oh, great… I'm sounding like my english teacher. But… yes, there will be drama, and yes you will hate me at times during this series. I also want to add that I'm going to try to update quicker than "If I Had," which took a few months to finish because of the delay in updating ;) Also, I know that religion is a touchy subject. I'm sorry if I offend anyone in any way, because I don't mean to. I'm just… writing a story. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter One

The starry night sky shimmered above them, sparkling like a priceless jewel. Chandler held Monica closer as they looked up at the stars from his new, spacious car. Monica nuzzled her face to Chandler's neck and looked at his sweet, loving face.

"Do you care?" she whispered to him. Chandler looked down at her and kissed her forehead.

"No." He smiled and tightened his grip around her. Monica also smiled and leaned over to kiss his lips.

"Would you care if they knew?" she asked. Chandler put his forehead to hers and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Never."

Monica leaned her head on his shoulder and sat on his lap. Chandler squeezed her tight and sighed with content.

"I don't want to go back to school tomorrow," he murmured, resting his chin on her head. He kissed her hair and stroked it gently, making Monica smile. "I never want this summer to end." Monica closed her eyes and savored the moment alone with Chandler, letting tonight be the night she'd clear her mind and soul of all troubles.

"What do we do when they see us together?" Monica asked, looking up at him. Chandler smiled at her expression, feeling his heart tingle with delight just from the sight of her.

"Do you really want to tell yet?" he asked, looking back up at the stars. Monica sighed.

"I guess not." Monica closed her eyes and smiled. She slid her hands in his and squeezed it, sending Chandler goosebumps all over his body. Chandler picked up their hands and kissed her fingertips.

Monica still felt that surge of electricity run up her spine at his touch, she still felt the butterflies in her stomach when he was near her. "Chandler?" she whispered.

"Yeah?" Chandler mumbled, closing his eyes.

"We… we're going to stay together, right?" Chandler heard the fear in her voice and opened his eyes. He looked at her and smiled.

"Always and forever, Mon. I'd never be stupid enough to let you go," he said, looking deep into her eyes.

"Promise?"

"Promise." Chandler closed his eyes again and stretched out his legs. Monica lay on top of him, her back to his chest. Chandler put their hands across Monica's stomach, their fingers still intertwined. "Why are you so worried, Mon?"

Monica paused. "Everyone in life only finds a small amount of special people. A very, very small amount of special people in their entire life that make all of their worries disappear, and all of their joys pull through. I – I never thought I'd find that special person. But… I found you, Chandler. You're my special person." Chandler held Monica even closer and hugged her, feeling wet, hot tears prick his eyes.

"I'd never leave you, Mon. I'll never hurt you… I promise you that. I don't want to give anyone else the chance to see how amazing you are." Monica smiled and turned towards him.

"I should hope not," she joked and leaned in and kissed him. When the kiss ended, Monica ran her fingers through his hair playfully, while Chandler pulled Monica in for another sweet kiss. Then, Chandler put his hands over to her face.

"Mon… I – I want you to know… whatever happens, I'll be there with you. I won't leave you, no matter what. You're my destiny, my forever." Chandler smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Chandler, I love you so much," she whispered, hugging him.

"I love you too," Chandler muttered, breathing down on Monica's face. They were centimeters apart. Without another word, Monica looked into his eyes and saw that he meant it.

She meant it, too.

* * *

As the alarm clock sounded, Chandler opened his eyes and groaned. Instantly his door flew open and a lean, slick woman walked in.

"First day of school as a senior, son. Congratulations!" She went over to his large, pillow-covered bed and sat on the edge. "So, keep your look-out for all those girls. They'll be looking for you."

Chandler rolled his eyes, still lying down on the bed.

"Just remember… find a beautiful girl that has good grades, is Christian, and is the same level as you, find a girl that's…"

"Perfect," Chandler sighed. "I know, Mom. You told me the same thing last year." Chandler silently smiled to himself. And I already have that girl.

Mrs. Bing smiled. "That's my boy. Now, I'll let you get ready for school… the limo will be ready-"

Chandler groaned even louder. "No, no limo, Mom! We go over this every year. I'm going to walk to school, like a normal human."

His mom nodded and left the room. Chandler shook his head and got up from his bed, heading for his dresser. Chandler looked through his clothes and picked out an outfit he knew Monica would love. Chandler smiled.

Finally… I could smile for no reason at all.

Chandler looked at the mirror in front of him and smiled wider. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at himself.

I'm a changed man.

* * *

Monica woke up to the sound of Ross running through the hall, screaming. Monica put her hands to her face and groaned.

"Shut up!" she yelled. Monica groggily sat up from her soft, quilted bed and looked at the clock.

5:57 AM

Monica yawned and got out of bed, immediately heading for her dresser. The first thing she noticed was her hair, knotty, sticking out. Monica reached for her hairbrush and smiled. Chandler loved stroking her hair, or kissing it softly. He said it was one of his favorite physical features about her. Monica stopped brushing and put her finger by her hair, twirling it around. Now, whenever her hair was messy, she instantly brushed it, thinking Chandler would like that. He never asked her to do that; it was just an impulse. Monica put her brush down and looked at herself in the mirror.

Last year, Monica pitied herself. She never thought she was beautiful, or even pretty. Sure, most guys followed their gaze when she passed them in the hall. But she still never felt like she was truly pretty. Until now, when she had Chandler. Chandler made her feel like someone. And he kept on telling her she was beautiful, and whatever Chandler said, Monica believed. There wasn't a time Chandler lied to her, and she saw no reason why he would.

What they had was something good – no… great. Not many couples felt so much for each other, especially not high school teenagers. And because of that, Monica felt truly lucky for the first time in her life. Everyone said that she would fall in love once… but that wasn't true. Every time she saw Chandler, she fell in love all over again.

"Monica, are you awake?" Ross's voice snapped Monica out of her thoughts. Monica sighed.

"Yeah, I'm awake." Monica shook her head and went over to her dresser. Looking through, Monica found a small picture of her and Chandler hugging. By the position of Chandler's hand, you could tell Chandler took it. Monica laughed, remembering how much difficulty Chandler had taking a picture with one hand. Monica quickly put the picture back so that no one would see it and hid it under her clothes. Before she could close her dresser, Ross came tumbling into her room with one shoe on.

"Come on, Mon… we're seniors today! We're the leaders of the school now!"

Monica shook her head, rolling her eyes at her brother's excitement. "We necessarily aren't the leaders," she replied, motioned between herself and Ross. Ross shrugged, looking Mon up and down.

"You're not dressed yet," he stated simply. Monica nodded.

"Keen observation, Einstein." She closed her dresser drawer and looked Ross up and down the same way he had. She put one hand to her hip and grinned slyly. "Black pants and a striped sweater? Ross, you look like Freddy Kruger from that slasher flick."

Ross looked down at his clothes, his cheeks flaring. "I – I do not."

"Do you even know who Freddy is?"

Ross looked away from his sister and out her window. "Sure I do."

Monica narrowed her eyes and pointed at him mockingly. "Who is he, Ross?" Monica laughed as Ross stuttered, trying to ease his way out of the situation. She shook her head and lead him to her door. "You really need to get out more," she muttered, pushing him out the door and closing it in his face. She walked away from the door and fell onto her bed, yawning, stretching her arms.

"This is going to be a long day."

* * *

The hallways of Lincoln High buzzed with the rush and excitement of seeing friends for the first time in months, seeing who changed, what changed, hearing the latest gossip, meeting new people. People pushed passed each other, trying to find their ways to the unfamiliar classes to meet the unfamiliar teachers. Lockers shut closed, books clasped shut.

Within the teen-aged crowd, Monica and Rachel walked over to the auditorium, preparing themselves for the "welcome back to Lincoln High, we missed you but you won't be missed after this year" speech seniors got each year. They held their new, heavy load of schoolbooks in their hands, trying to keep from bumping into anyone.

"Anything new happen this summer?" Rachel asked, turning her head towards Monica after a few minutes of silence. Monica shrugged.

"I saw you a whole lot, Rach. You know all of the latest information," she replied, trying to keep from lying to her best friend. Rachel sighed, shifting the books to a new position.

"You'd think they'd cut us some slack for our last year in this place they call high school," Rachel moaned, rolling her eyes. Monica smiled, shaking her head.

"It's not so-"

Monica's breath caught in her throat as she saw Chandler walk through the hall. When he came to pass her, he brushed his arm across Monica's, sending chills to every part of her body. She smiled, melted, forgetting her friend was next to her.

"Monica?" Rachel asked, snapping her fingers in front of Monica's face. "You okay there?"

Monica shook her head, her cheeks suddenly red. "I'm fine." She looked away from Rachel, trying to keep her from reading her eyes. Rachel let out a cunning smile, her eyes dancing.

"You like him."

Monica looked towards Rachel, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Like who?"

Rachel's smile turned into a grin. "You know who. Chandler Bing!"

"Chandler Bing? What kind of name is that?" she asked, trying to play dumb. Inside, her heart was smiling, her soul was skipping.

"You'd never stand a chance for him," Rachel said to her, tilting her books so they wouldn't fall. Monica's eyes narrowed, her lips twitching.

"And why is that?" she asked coolly, trying to keep any possible emotion out of her voice. Rachel let a small laugh escape her lips.

"He's filthy rich, that's why. His family wants only the perfect girl for him."

Monica looked away from Rachel, her head turning back towards Chandler's direction. "I-is that right?"

* * *

"This year is going to be a tough year for you seniors. Don't think this year in high school is all about parties and 'ruling the school,'" the principal's voice boomed through the auditorium. Monica sighed, kicking her feet up to the back of the seat in front of her. Ross turned around, sending her a death glare. She shrugged, putting her hand to her mouth as she yawned. The man's voice continued, but Monica did anything but listen to it.

"Is he ever going to stop?" she whispered to Rachel next to her. Rachel shrugged, her eyes glued to her nails as she was filing them.

"Doesn't seem likely."

Monica closed her eyes for a second, then quickly opened them as she felt something bump into her head. She looked down at her lap and saw a paper airplane with handwriting written across it. "Monica Gellar… please open." She opened the figure and smiled when she saw printed writing written across.

If this is anyone but Monica Gellar, do not read. Well, you could, but it will do you absolutely no good. If my aim proved me right, and this actually is Monica, then you know my writing. Just wanted to say I love you. I hope that right now you're smiling, because just seeing you made me smile today. In the hallway, I brushed against your arm just to feel you. And it did feel wonderful. I can't wait 'till this dreadful speech is over. Want to meet me this evening at our spot? I want to see you again. I want to kiss your lips again. I want to stroke your hair again. Look for me in this sea of people, and nod your head for yes, or shake your head for no.

Love,

You know who this is!

Monica smiled when she finished reading the note and folded the paper once more, putting it into her pocket. She looked around the rows of seats, and finally spotted Chandler's expectant face looking towards her. She smiled, nodding her head. He smiled back, giving her the thumbs up. She rolled her eyes, and he stuck his tongue out at her. She silently laughed and stuck hers back at him, her heart melting at the sight of him. Chandler shrugged, so Monica blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and to stuff it in his mouth.

"Mon?" Rachel interrupted, causing Monica to break eye contact with Chandler. She looked at her friends confused face.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Monica replied, smiling to herself.

Just madly, head-over-heels, meltingly, wonderfully in love.

To Be Continued… ?

Ok, so what did you think? Already I can see I'm going to have a blast writing this, but I see no point in posting anymore chapters if no one wants to read it. Did you like it? Do you want me to continue? Let me know! Review!