This was the first idea that popped into my head when I thought about writing a Mondler story. I don't know why I never wrote it down before, but I started to now. I hope you guys like it. :) And leave me a review to let me know you do. :)

The Village People are singing their hit YMCA. Everyone in the Moondance Diner is laughing and cheering. All these funny looking people are dancing on the counter. It is the highlight of visiting this diner: Seeing the waiters and waitresses doing their dance, all equally enthusiastic.

But Chandler only has eyes for one of the dancers. Monica seems annoyed by the song and her duty to dance. She's probably gonna ream him out later. Actually, she'll do that for sure. It was him who threw the coin into the machine and started the music. But he just couldn't resist. She looks so cute when she's pissed. She's still beautiful to him. With her horrible outfit, the blonde wig which is hiding her beautiful dark hair and these strange glasses she doesn't look like Monica at all. But it's still her and Chandler cannot stop looking at her.

He can't get enough of Monica. He could spend hours just looking at her dancing to this songs of the past, rolling her eyes at the customers ordering Laverne and Curly Fries and just hating every second of it. Seeing her doing something she hates so much should bother Chandler, but it doesn't. Because he knows it is Monica. And if there is anybody who gets out of this stronger and better than ever before, it's Monica.

He can't even remember when his crush on Monica started in the first place. He thinks it was the first time he saw her after she broke up with Richard. She was miserable and he made a promise to himself: that he would never, ever make her feel this way. If he would be lucky enough to get a girl like Monica he wouldn't even think about not being with her. It was a few days later when he realized, that he might have more than "friendly" feelings towards Monica. He wouldn't say anything to her, though, because first she was still very upset about Richard and second he didn't want to ruin the best friendship he'd ever had. And he still doesn't. Maybe, one day, she'll realize how good they would be together, but until then, it's enough for him to just look at her.

"Hey Chandler! We gonna head home now," Phoebe says. He dragged her and Joey along with him, because he didn't want to sit at the diner all alone, looking like a loser.

"Yeah," Joey nods. "I mean, why are we always hanging out here lately? I know a lot of places where they serve better food. And where the waitresses are way hotter!" Chandler doesn't think Joey could take him to a place where there are hotter waitresses than the one he's been starring at the whole night.

"Oh, Joey, come on, Monica works here. We should support her by coming here."

"Okay, we did support her for the last two hours now, let's go back, Chandler!" Phoebe says impatiently.

"Are you coming, Chandler?" Joey's already at the door with Phoebe, turning around to look at his friend who is still sitting at their table.

"You go without me, I'm gonna wait for Monica to finish her shift."

"Alright, Chandler, see you later!"

Chandler sighs. If their friends would know why he always wants to hang out here, they would tell him to stop being stupid. He can actually here Phoebe's voice in his head. Monica? Come on, Chandler, she's way out of your league! And he knows that. It's obvious. He just doesn't want to accept it. Because that would mean stop seeing her. He's realistic enough to know that he could never be around her without thinking of her … that way. He just can't stop his heart from beating faster each time Monica touches him. He can't stop his thoughts from thinking about her all the time. He can't stop …

"You!" Chandler startles up. Monica is standing in front of him, now in her every day clothes again, and puts her arms on her hips.

"Hey," Chandler gives her a smile, knowing exactly what she's going to say.

"Don't look at me like that, smiley!" Monica's eyes sparkle angrily and Chandler seems to drown in them. "Stop putting these stupid coins into this damn machine or I'll…"

"Or what?" Chandler is obviously enjoying this, what makes Monica even more furious.

"I'll kill you!" Monica hisses with clenched teeth.

"Oh, you would never kill me. If you'd kill me, you would have a problem much bigger than dancing on a stupid counter."

"Oh yeah?"

"Of course. There would be no one to walk you home after your shift."

"I don't even want you to walk me home." Without even looking at Chandler again, Monica grabs her bag and makes her way out of the diner.

Chandler jumps up from his seat for hours and catches up with Monica.

"Mon, don't be mad. I won't do it again, I promise!"

"Really?"

"Well, I might do it one last time when I have my video camera with me…"

"You are an idiot, Chandler!" Finally Monica begins to laugh.

"I know. But you like me nevertheless, right?"

"Strangely enough, yes!"

Chandler chuckles. She is so cute when she's trying to be angry with him. Luckily she is never able to resist him long enough.

They walk side by side for a while, without saying anything. Chandler loves how he can joke, talk about serious things and keep silent with Monica. It's never weird, it always feels good. No matter what.

Suddenly Monica clears her throat. "So, Chandler, why are you always hanging out at the diner lately?"

"Well," He shrugs. "We think we should support you …"

"No, Chandler," Monica puts her hand on his shoulder. "Why are you always hanging out at the diner?"

"What do you mean? We all hang out there."

"No," Monica shakes her head. "I realized it today: Sometimes it's you, Phoebe and Rachel, sometimes you, Joey and Phoebe, sometimes you, Ross and Joey, sometimes all of you, but it's always you."

Chandler feels like he got caught. He'd have never imagined Monica realizing that. "Well, I'm always there, because it was my idea. I thought maybe we should all come to support you. You know, you hate your job and I thought maybe us being there would help." Chandler closes his eyes and hopes for her to believe it.

Monica smiles at him. "Thank you, Chandler, that's very sweet, but I'm alright. You don't need to eat that horrible food just for me."

Chandler shrugs. "It's okay. The food is not that bad. After a while you don't even know why you didn't like it in the beginning anymore."

Monica grins and nudges her shoulder with his. "Thank you!"

"Not a problem at all. I kind of like it there. My favorite part about coming to the diner is seeing the staff doing their dance on the counter. Have you ever seen it? If not, you should really come and see it one day!"

"Idiot!" Monica hits him on the arm playfully.

"You said that before. And for your information: That really hurt!"

"I know, but you are! And for your information: You totally deserved that!"