A/N: So lately I've been loving Randler...a lot. I've been watching videos on YouTube and I decided to write a fanfic about them. I love Mondler and Rosschel and Jachel, I ship Rachel with everybody. Like, I actually ship her with them all. This is totally AU, by the way. Ross and Rachel never happened, and in college Ross wasn't the only one who loved Rachel, Chandler did too. Ross is well and truly over her.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Friends.

"Hey, Rach! Where's Chandler?" Ross greeted as Rachel stormed into Central Perk, flaming with anger.

"I don't even want to hear his name!" She yelled, flinging herself onto the ugly orange couch.

Everybody raised their eyebrows at her. The relationship had been going great, as far as they were aware. For months, they had been having battles with their feelings for each other and finally, they were together. They were Rachel and Chandler. Chandler and Rachel. Nothing could break them.

"Why, what-what happened?" Monica asked, confused.

Rachel started to mumble curse words under her breath as she remembered it.

"Chandler, come on! Admit it, it was a little funny." She said, trying to stop a smile breaking onto her face.

"No, it wasn't. It was humiliating, Rach. He was just like, "and who's this beautiful lady of yours? What, did you hire her?" Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? Whenever we're out, people stare at us. And that...that was one of the worst things I've ever experienced, and I've been through some pretty tough shit."

"Chandler, what are you talking about? You know that I love you!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah, but how do I know you won't walk out on me? How do I know you won't just break this off and never speak to me again? How do I know you won't break my heart? How do I know you love me enough?" He raised his voice and speed walked to the bedroom, leaving Rachel standing there, dumbstruck.

-xxx-

Chandler was sitting on the edge of their bed, holding a photograph of Rachel in his hands. It was a few years ago and she was lying on the beach, sunbathing. Beside her, Chandler was sat cross-legged, trying to draw her. He remembered Phoebe taking pictures of everything that day. A small smile fell upon his face as he remembered.

He reached over to the phone and dialled Central Perk. Gunther answered, sounding tired.

"Hello?" He asked, perching himself on the counter.

"Gunther, hey! Its Chandler here. Can I talk to Rachel, please?"

Without a reply, Gunther shuffled over to Rachel and handed her the phone.

"Uh, hello?" She asked, her voice calmer now.

"Rachel! Its me, Chandler, listen...I'm really sorry about what I said." Rachel hung up the phone and threw it back to Gunther.

-xxx-

"Dude, what are you gonna do?" Joey asked Chandler as they sat on the two barcaloungers, eating sandwiches.

"No idea. I just fucked up so much, man. I mean, I love her so much. Its Rachel." He replied miserably, looking up at the TV screen.

"Yeah, I get it. But you're Chandler and Rachel; you always work it out."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Sorry for the overload of dialogue and the drama and non-fluffiness of the chapter. The next chapter should be uploaded later today or tomorrow since I have no school until Monday. Also, sorry its so short.