This episode takes place in the episode "TOW the Jellyfish!" I thought it was an interesting place to start a mondler fic considering they really started brewing in this episode! Let me know what you think! (I'm also new to using this site and writing fics, so bear with me ahaha)

CHAPTER 1

"So, this woman, is my BIRTH mother!" Phoebe yells as she storms into the beach house.

"What?" Monica, sitting on the couch, turned around to look at Phoebe.

"Yeah, apparently her, my mom, and my dad were a couple in high school, and she got pregnant. PREGNANT!" Phoebe threw the picture of her dad she had taken off of her mother's refrigerator on the counter and stormed into her bedroom.

"What was that all about?" Rachel said as she walked into the beach house with Ross's arm around her"

"Oh, Phoebe was just—" Monica paused. "Oh my gosh, are you guys? You know?"

They both nodded.

Monica smiled "That's so great." She tried sounding enthusiastic, but felt this lump in the pit of her stomach. She knew she was never going to find someone. Ross and Rachel had each other and she was one of the only single ones, yet again. She had thought about going back to Richard a few times, but knew she wanted kids, and tried remaining strong. Rachel walked over to her.

"Mon, are you okay" Rachel asked her, concerning.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really happy for you guys." She patted Rachel on the leg. "I'm going to go for a walk on the beach and give you two some privacy. She walked outside and sat on the bench in front of a small fire pit. She sat down, hugged her knees to her chest, and just stared at each induvial flame, distinguishing the oranges and yellows from one other. A single tear falls from her face, down onto her knee.

"I GOTCHA!" She feels someone from behind her grab onto her shoulders.

"AHH!" She jumped. It was Chandler.

"Chandler, I'm not really in the mood for your jokes right now" She sniffed.

Chandler could tell something was really wrong. He came around the front of the bench and sat down next to her. "Mon, are you okay?"

She turned to face him. "It's just…nevermind, it's stupid. You don't want to know."

"Hey, I may be a guy and understand nothing about women, but I might be able to help you out." He gave her a pat on the back and noticed a little smile on her face.

"Ross and Rachel are back together, and it just reminds me that I'm never going to find someone. My mom has told me countless times I'm not going to get married, and can you blame her? Every relationship I've ever been in has ended in disaster. I mean, is there something wrong with me, Chandler?"

The sun was almost set completely by this point, and he saw the flames from the glowing fire reflecting in her blue eyes. She was the prettiest woman he had ever seen.

"There's nothing wrong with you." He smiled, taking his arm off the side of the bench, beginning to stroke her hair. "You just haven't found the right guy. He's out there somewhere."

She sighed. "How do I know that? How can I be sure that someone wants me?"

"Chandler swallowed the lump in his throat. "Someone does. Someone really does." He couldn't take his eyes off of her. It was like they were locked and he was physically unable to move them. He found himself starting to lean in toward her and he felt her presence back away suddenly.

She let out a little laugh. "Chandler, what are you doing?"

He suddenly snapped back to reality. "Oh um, I was falling asleep there for a moment." He let out a fake yawn. "I just um, happened to fall toward your direction, I'm sorry."

"My problems are that boring that you almost fell asleep?" Monica seemed shocked.

"No, no of course not! I just…" Chandler paused and found himself stroking her again, then slowly moving his hand down to her cheek.

He had his hand resting on her cheek, staring into her eyes. What am I doing? He thought. Am I crazy? Where did these feelings for this woman come from all of a sudden? This is your FRIEND, Monica. That's all. Just your regular, typical FRIEND.

"Chandler?" Monica interrupted his thoughts.

Chandler quickly released from the embrace. "It's getting pretty late, oh look at that! The sun is gone! Can't see that sucker anymore! Well, catch you later, Mon!" He walked away, trying to be as casual as possible, but he was anything but casual.

Joey noticed Chandler walk into the beach house. "Hey Chandler, we were just about to—"

"We're just friends, nothing more. Don't beat me up about it, Joe!" Chandler interrupted, not stopping to chat, walking into his room.

Joey turned to Ross, Phoebe and Rachel, "What's up with him?"

"It's probably part of one of his random jokes that we never get." Rachel laughed.

Monica walked into the front door, everyone greeting her.

"Hey Mon, you okay? You seemed off earlier." Rachel asked.

Monica couldn't think of any words to say. She was confused with everything that was going on with Chandler. He had always stroked her hair before, that wasn't anything new to her, but resting his hand on her cheek and leaning in twice and almost kissing her?

"Monica?" Ross asked.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it." She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.

"She's clearly drunk." Phoebe blurted out.

Everyone let out a little laugh.

"I'm not deaf, guys." Monica gave them a little smirk and walked into the hallway where all of the bedrooms were. She stopped when she got to Chandler's door, almost knocking, but hesitated and just ended up leaning against it instead.

Chandler laid flat on his bed, staring at the celling. Why am I having these feelings for Monica? He thought. I mean, I've always thought she was pretty, I love spending time with her, her laugh makes my day, and oh. my. god. Those eyes. I could stare at those eyes all day long.

He shot up. "I have to tell her this, don't I?" He realized he just said that out loud.

Monica, on the other side of the door is wondering if what he just said is about her. Instead of knocking she slowly opens the door, and see's chandler sitting on his bed in the dark. Without turning on the lights she walks over to him.

"Mon, I need to talk to you." He whispered as she came over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. He grabbed her hand. "I'm awful with expressing my feelings, and you know more about my messed-up demeanor than anyone else. I don't know what I want, but I know that when I look at you, I get this feeling in my stomach. It's like a bunch of happy leprechauns dancing." She laughed at him. "I know that I know next to nothing about women, but when I'm with you, it's like everything wrong with me goes away. Am I explaining this right?"

Monica let out a small laugh. "You're great." She saw him smile from ear to ear.

"Now, it's my turn to 'almost fall asleep'" she laughed as she leaned in to kiss him.

Chandler felt her lips touch his. They were so soft. He was so caught up in the fact that he was kissing Monica, that he almost forgot to return the gesture. He could feel her breath against his face as she smiled. He pulled her toward the middle of the bed removing his shirt, and unhooking her bra.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Chandler whispered.

Monica kissed his cheek. "I'm sure, it's you."