Dangerous Spark

"That was a great game!" Joey commented as they walked out of the bustling arena, high-fiving the stranger next to him before turning back to his roommate.

Chandler nodded, "hell yeah! I love it when they come back and win!"

The atmosphere surrounding them was supercharged as excited fans enthusiastically discussed their team's triumph. There was a general buzz around them as the celebrations started.

"Taxi!" Joey called, waving his arm until one screamed to a halt in front of them. The roommates climbed into the yellow vehicle, "That was so nice of the girls to bet those tickets."

They turned to face each other and both laughed, "we should bet them more often," Chandler added, "who knows what else we could get out of them." He rubbed his hands together and laughed again.

Joey chuckled too, "True, but I don't think you need to bet anything to get what you want from Monica."

Chandler jolted, surprised by his roommate's comment, "w-what do you mean?" he frowned.

Joey laughed again, "Dude, come on, it's me."

"What?" He swallowed nervously, his denial sounding weak to his own ears, "Seriously, I've no idea what you are talking about."

"Whatever, man," he seemed smug. "But you've been spending so much time with her in the last two months that it's ridiculous."

Chandler shook his head, protesting, "I have not."

"Oh please. I live with you and I hardly see you! You're hanging with her like every night, and I've seen how you look at her, and how she looks at you!"

"You hardly see me because you are out every night," he said sharply, ignoring the last part of his sentence.

"Chandler."

"What?" He said trying not to sound too defensive, but suspecting he was failing big time.

"You're telling me that you don't like Monica?"

"Yes I like her," Chandler deadpanned, refusing to raise to the bait, "of course I like her, she's my friend!"

"I'm your friend, but you don't look at me like that." Well, you're not as beautiful as she is, Chandler thought, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from saying it out loud, "you don't smile or laugh with anybody else like you do when you're around her. She clearly makes you happy."

Chandler's eyes narrowed as he exercised his right to remain silent.

Slowly, Joey sat back in his seat and crossed his arms, with another smug look on his face.

"What?" he eventually asked, a little fearful of what the Italian was about to say. He thought he was good at wearing his 'Monica' mask. Nobody had ever mentioned this before, so why was his roommate so adamant about the whole thing all of a sudden? He just hoped he could convince Joey he was wrong.

"Phoebe has noticed it too, man."

"Noticed what?" he asked frustrated by the whole conversation. "There's nothing to notice."

"It's so obvious that you're into each other."

He shifted uncomfortably, "Look, I'm not interested in her like that." Chandler said quickly, and took a deep breath. He should come up with something to get Joey off of his back. Some sort of excuse that would explain their closeness, "but, I mean, sure I like to hang out with her, and she knows how to make me laugh, which I like, and after the whole Kathy thing she really knew how to cheer me up…" He stopped speaking as his brain caught up with his mouth. Oops. He took in the knowing look Joey was shooting his way, "why are you still looking at me like that?"

"Sounds like more than just friendly behavior to me."

Chandler shook his head again, "no, you're wrong. It's not like that, and I don't appreciate you for judging her, us, like that."

Joey just raised an eyebrow.

"Oh shut up," Chandler grumbled.

Joey put up his hands in defense but he was still smiling, "alright, alright. But from me to you, I really think you should talk to her and see where her head is at. Maybe there's something there for the both of you that you've never noticed before. Never paid attention to."

Chandler gave him a weird look, disconcerted, "since when do you know so much about all of this?"

Joey leaned back a little, "hey, I may not know much, but I know about this stuff, okay?" At Chandler's doubtful look, Joey clapped a hand down on his shoulder, "I'm telling you man, I know what I've seen."

"Oh, please. You haven't seen anything. And I don't think we need to talk about this anymore. It's ridiculous and pointless. So, let's drop it, okay?"

"Okay," he finally said, sighing, hand up in the air in defense and giving up the argument. Chandler let out a sigh of relief, "good." He tried to listen as Joey went into a story about his date the previous day, but Joey's words echoed in his head, it's clear you're into each other.

Was it? Sure, he had definitely started to feel that 'a little more than friends' thing a long time ago.. But had she? Despite what Joey said, he didn't think that Monica felt any sort feelings for him, other than the friendly kind. And that wasn't new. Sometimes, though, he'd catch looks that she'd give him, or her hand would linger on his leg or shoulder or arm and it made him wonder…. But he just chalked it up to his crazy imagination and thought nothing else of it.

He nodded at Joey so his roommate would think he was paying attention to him, but his mind continued to swirl.

Maybe he should try and talk to Monica, find out where she was in all of this. See if those little things were actually something, but then what if she shot him down and felt weird around him? Stayed away from him because he'd made her uncomfortable? Goosebumps appeared all over his body at that thought. He needed her in his life, she was his best friend. Not being around her wasn't an option. Not even a small one.

Great, now there was this gut feeling in him, and it was not from the nachos and questionable hot dogs during the game. It was an unsettled feeling. He never wanted things weird between the two of them, it was his biggest fear. And even if he did want to be with her more than anything else, it wasn't worth losing her over. Nothing was.

A few minutes later, the pair walked into their old apartment, casually, taking them each only a few seconds to realize that it wasn't their old apartment anymore, it was their apartment again. After rushing across the hall and banging on the door, the girls met them there and were trying their best to reason with them.

"I don't want to move again!" Joey whined, his eyes pleading to his roommate.

"I don't care, this is our apartment!" Chandler complained, pissed, "And they stole," he turned back to the closed door, raising his voice, "you stole it," he turned back to his friend, "our apartment, and we won that apartment fair and square, twice! And I am getting it back right now. I'm getting it back right now!"

He was beyond pissed. He loved that apartment and they had no right to steal it back. To trick them into going to the stupid game and taking advantage of them like that. It wasn't fair.

Apartment 19 sucked compared to apartment 20.

The door suddenly opened widely and he glared at them, waiting.

"All right," Rachel started hesitantly, "we figured you might respond this way, so we have a backup offer-"

"Oh no-no-no, no more offers," he protested hotly. They could keep any Knicks tickets, or Rangers sweaters or homemade sandwiches. He wanted his apartment. "You can't offer anything to us!"

"Let us keep the apartment and…"

"As a thank you," Monica took over from her, looking just as nervous. "Rachel and I will kiss you for one minute."

Chandler paused momentarily as he looked at them in suspicion. He hadn't expected that.

"We each get to kiss both of you?" Joey asked, the excitement in his voice evident.

"No," Monica stated, folding her arms across her chest. "You get one kiss from one of us."

"I call Joey!" Rachel shouted quickly before blushing and trying to hide her face, embarrassed.

Chandler glared at her as Joey offered her his usual 'how you doin' look.

"Nope," Chandler, shook his head. "Not worth it."

"Chandler!" Joey whined. He was more than happy with a kiss from Rachel and then settling down for the night in his old already-set-up room.

Chandler shushed him, "we want more."

"Name your price," Monica narrowed her eyes.

"Two minutes."

"Fine," Rachel agreed, rolling her eyes, "but no tongues."

Chandler chewed his lip as he considered their counter-offer. As much as he loved this apartment, he was unlikely to get it back without Joey being on his side. And he could hardly expect Ross to help him side against his sister and Rachel.

At least this way he got something from all this. A chance to see if Joey was onto something. A chance to see if there was any feelings or chemistry between them. His stomach tightened slightly in anticipation. He was going to kiss Monica.

"Fine," he eventually sighed, rolling his eyes as everyone cheered in relief. "How we doing this?"

"I can time you!" Phoebe exclaimed excitedly.

"Sure," Chandler shrugged glancing over at Monica; she looked a little uncomfortable, alternating between hugging herself and tucking her hair behind her ear.

Was the thought of kissing him that unappealing? Obviously she wasn't on the same page as him. Suddenly thoughts of her laughing at him just under a year ago about how he wasn't 'boyfriend material' came back to him. Hmmm. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Was it too late to pull out?

Apartment or not, he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, in fact, he wanted the very opposite. He wanted to make her happy, make her smile all the time.

Rachel cleared her throat and it snapped Chandler out of his soppy thoughts, "Well, I don't want an audience," she said, pulling down her top and then grabbing Joey's arm, "Come on Joey, let's take the balcony and get this over with."

"Yeah baby!"

Chandler watched as the two disappeared before his eyes fell back to Monica. She was looking everywhere but at him. Great.

"Um," he tried to start, placing a hand on his hip the other coming to his mouth.

"Oh, come on!" Phoebe protested. "I'm tired. It's been hard work watching the girls switch everything around and I'm pregnant here. Just kiss already."

If anything, that made Monica look even more uncomfortable, her arms tightening around herself and Chandler winced. It was teenage 7 minutes in heaven all over again. Was it supposed to be this awkward when you're an adult? He didn't think so.

"Well, we don't want an audience either," Chandler said quickly, deciding once they were alone he would let Monica forfeit the bet. As much as he would love to kiss her and actually get to taste those perfect pink lips of hers, he didn't want to force it. In his recent dreams it had always been a mutual thing, a mutual desire between them.

"Fine," Phoebe shrugged, unbothered, "where are you going?"

Chandler looked around, sighing softly, "Well, um…" there weren't many options besides the bedroom or bathroom. The bathroom really didn't appeal and the bedroom seemed too appealing.

"The hallway," Monica said quickly, as if reading his mind. "Come on, Chandler."

Arms still firmly wrapped around herself she rigidly turned and walked out of the apartment. With a grimace he followed, closing the door behind them. He turned to face her. Yep, he confirmed his silent thoughts, she really didn't look pleased by this idea.

"You know what," he said with what was supposed to be a comforting smile. "Let's just forget about this ok? It's silly."

"What?" she looked surprised and he merely shrugged.

"Really, it's ok," he offered her a boyish smile, holding up one of his hands. "We don't have to do this. I get that it'll be weird, you're my best friend." She smiled a little at that. "But just to warn you," he continued, a teasing gleam entering his blue eyes, "I will be telling Joey there was lots of kissing…and tongue."

He was proud that he made her chuckle and visibly relax a little.

"Well, no," she shook her head, "that's not really fair to you. I made a promise," she swallowed and Chandler shook his head. "I don't like to forfeit on a bet, you know that, and we got the apartment back. It's only fair."

He waved a hand at that, "Mon, it's fine, honestly." His hand came up to gently stroke her arm and their eyes met.

He wasn't quite sure what passed between them or what she was searching for as they locked eyes and she held him in place. Then, just as quickly as it happened, she looked away and Chandler coughed, a little uncomfortable and unnerved, "I'll, uh, I'll see you tomorrow," he managed to get out.

She was still looking at him a little funny and he attempted a smile at her before turning away, his hand on the door handle.

"Chandler?" Her voice sounded a little off.

"Yeah?" he turned back, with a frown, which quickly turned to surprise as he found himself with an armful of Monica as she claimed his lips with hers.

Shocked, his arms instinctively wrapped around her to steady them both as his back hit the door with force. He kissed her back hard, shocked that this was happening; Monica was kissing him, actually kissing him and God it was amazing, better than he'd imagined. He moved his hands up her back and into her hair, gripping her head as his tongue explored her mouth. Her hands were gripping his face, holding it captive as her lips caressed his. It wasn't gentle or a hesitant first kiss. It was passionate, full of want and desire and he could only kiss back.

Feelings that he'd tried so hard to push down came roaring to the surface. Every inch of him desperate to memorize every part of her, every part of this wonderful experience. She felt so incredible as he tightened his grip on her, his hands moving down, her perfume was making him crazy as his lips continued to caress hers. He moaned just a little when her hands slid from his face to his torso to grip his t-shirt. He gripped her hips and pulled her even closer, his fingertips lightly brushing the skin between her jeans and shirt, hearing her moan in response. He tried to slow down the kiss so that he could properly enjoy it. But then another voice ruined his moment. Their moment.

"Hey, you said no tongue!"

They sprang apart at Joey's words, breathing heavily. Chandler's wide eyes took in Joey, Rachel and Phoebe's surprised faces before shooting a hesitant glance at Monica. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly tousled and her lips looked thoroughly kissed. She'd never looked more beautiful.

He licked his lips, goosebumps coming over him as he realized her could still taste her on his lips. What he wouldn't do to take her into his apartment right now, lock the door to keep their nosey friends away and continue whatever the hell that was.

Good gracious, he wanted it again. His whole body ached.

Knowing it wasn't an option, and as the silence stretched out it was only going to make things worse, he cleared his throat a little nervously, "well, uh, she felt really guilty because it was her idea."

"Oh." Joey looked confused and Chandler chose to ignore the looks Rachel and Phoebe were exchanging.

"Right," he said loudly with false cheer, "well, it's certainly been an interesting night. See you all tomorrow." His gaze lingered on Monica and she looked up and met his eyes. Again, a weird connection passed between them and he felt little butterflies in his stomach.

This time it was him who looked away as the other girls bid them goodnight and Chandler quickly retreated into apartment 19. He looked around it as he tried to get his spinning mind calm down and get his head around what had just happened.

"So, just friends, huh?" Joey teased. "Is she a good kisser?" he asked casually as he closed the door and went straight to the fridge.

"Ye-ah, yeah she is," he hoped his desperate attempt to play it down worked, "Rachel?"

"Very good," he nodded taking a bite from the leftover pizza. "I wouldn't say no to doing that again."

"Ross might have an opinion about that," Chandler pointed out lightly as he shrugged out of his jacket.

"Ross is with Emily," Joey pointed out. "I think he'd have more of an opinion on the way you kissed his little sister."

Hmmm, he hadn't thought of that, "touche."

"So, you're really sticking to the 'only friends' thing? Because what I just saw..."

"We are just friends," Joey raised and eyebrow. Chandler lifted a hand to rub his forehead. It was getting late, and he didn't want to argue about this him-and-Monica thing with Joey anymore tonight. "Whatever, I'm gonna turn in. Night Joe."

He barely heard his roommate's mumbled goodnight, too focused on Monica and that kiss.

What the hell was that?

"What the hell was that?" Rachel asked as she and Phoebe followed Monica back into the newly reclaimed apartment.

"I don't know," Monica admitted a little quietly as she sunk into the couch.

"You were kissing Chandler," Phoebe pointed out. "Really kissing him."

"I know," she shot back, "I was the one kissing him."

"It looked like one hell of a kiss, you had him pressed against the door."

Monica blushed, "look can we stop talking about this now? So, it got a little out of hand, it's no big deal."

"Monica, Joey was a good kisser, hell a great kisser," Rachel corrected as Phoebe nodded in agreement, "but it didn't have that affect on me! So come on, talk. Do you like him or something?"

Monica's cheeks were still flushed as she tucked some hair behind her ear, remaining silent as she ducked her head.

"Monica?" Phoebe asked, suspicion creeping into her voice.

She remained silent, fidgeting slightly wishing the couch would swallow her whole.

"Mon?" Rachel persisted, more determined now. "You and Chandler?"

Monica pressed her lips together now, unsure of what to say. She could feel both pairs of eyes on her, burning a hole through her. She wanted to answer them, she did, but she had no clue right now what to say; no clue what she was thinking. Her mind was reeling.

Phoebe crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "why are you so quiet?"

Monica finally shrugged a shoulder and lifted her head to look at her curious friends, "because you two are being ridiculous."

Rachel watched as her roommate abruptly stood from the couch, walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.

"Are we?" Phoebe asked softly, "you're acting very strange right now."

Monica furrowed her eyebrows knowing they were right unwilling to admit it, shaking her head, "no I'm not. Now, if you guys are finished with this nonsense I'm off to bed."

Rachel followed her across the apartment with her eyes, calling her name just before she went into her bedroom. "So, how was he?" she asked, "how did he kiss?"

Monica froze, she blinked once, twice. Just the mention of the kiss between her and Chandler caused goosebumps to form all over her body and she could feel heat rise in her face. If she could only put into words what it felt like to kiss him, but she didn't think there was a good way to explain how her lips still tingled, the way his tongue had danced with hers, the way his hands felt wrapped around her, her body pressed perfectly up against his, all of it. Both of her friends were staring at her again, she knew.

"Uh," she started, clearing her throat and opening her bottle of water so that she could take a sip and buy herself more time to calm down, still unable to believe one kiss had affected her so much, "he was okay."

"Just okay?" Rachel questioned, "you sure were holding him pretty tight for 'just okay'."

"And you had him pressed against the door." Phoebe said, looking over at Rachel and then back at her, "I think if Joey hadn't opened the door when he did we would have found you two in a really compromising position," she wiggled her eyebrows to make her meaning clear.

"Yeah! And you were really holding his t-shirt. Like you were afraid he was going to leave if you let go."

Monica wrapped her arms around herself, "Guys…"

"And did you see the way his hands were on her waist?"

She tucked her hair behind her ear, embarrassed, wishing that they'd just drop it. Listening to their observations continue she really wondered how long the three of them stood there and watched them while they made out. That thought not only embarrassed her but kind of made her mad, if it wasn't for them she knew they would've kept going...but was that a good thing or not?

Damn it, goosebumps again, "Look, it was kind of awkward between us at first," Monica said, trying her hardest to keep her voice from shaking, "so I told him that we would just get it over with. The way you found us was just the way it happened. It was nothing special, it was just a kiss between friends." She shrugged a shoulder to prove her point.

The two people on the couch stared at her for another second, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth. Monica let out a sigh and pointed to her bedroom, "I'm gonna head to bed," she said slowly, "you know, that was a lot of furniture moving. I'm kind of beat."

Phoebe nodded and began to stand, Monica standing quickly first so that she could help her, "yeah me too. All that supervising was exhausting."

Monica chuckled a little, "goodnight."

"Night." Rachel and Phoebe said at the same time as Phoebe walked to the door to get her purse.

"She's totally lying to us," Phoebe whispered the moment Monica's bedroom door was closed,"that kiss was anything but ordinary between them." Rachel nodded, "I know, right! They were enjoying the hell out of it! Something's definitely going on between her and Chandler," she said thoughtfully, "They've been spending a lot of time together since him and Kathy broke up. They seem even closer and couply than they did before."

"Yeah, me and Joey were talking about it just the other day and came to the same conclusion…wait, do you think they're secretly dating?" Phoebe gasped. "That they haven't told us?"

"No," Rachel shook her head, dismissing the idea immediately, "No, I think she'd tell us if it had gone that far...but I think she likes him, a lot. Why hasn't she told us? I mean it's us. We tell each other everything."

A smile slowly stretched across Phoebe's face as an idea formed in her head, "oh, but she will."

"What are you planning?" Rachel asked suspiciously her eyes narrowing.

"Well…"

Phoebe didn't get to continue as Monica chose that precise moment to walk out of her room. Noticing their looks and the sudden silence, she froze and crossed her arms protectively, "what?" she asked hesitantly.

"Oh, hey, Mon," Phoebe greeted with a wicked grin.

"What's going on?" Monica asked, even more hesitant now, taking a few steps towards them.

Phoebe looked at Rachel and subtly winked. Showtime, "Rachel was just telling me about her crush on Chandler."

"What?" Both Rachel and Monica exclaimed equally surprised.

"Go on, Rachel,," Phoebe urged, pushing her towards Monica, "Tell her what you were just telling me about how you can't get Chandler out of your head."

"I -what?" Rachel asked still confused and now a little panicked, not liking this plan at all.

"Go on, Rachel, don't be shy now."

As Rachel glared at her blonde friend, Monica furrowed her eyebrows together as she cautiously looked between the two, "what are you talking about?"

With a final death-glare Rachel took a deep breath and walked over to her and pulled her over to the couch, sitting down next to her. Phoebe came and sat down on the coffee table in front of them.

"You see um," she started, running a hand through her hair as she desperately tried to think of something, "When Kathy and Chandler broke up, I um, started to see a different side to him. And I um…" she stopped and took note of Monica's shocked face, maybe Phoebe was onto something? "I have this huge crush on him."

Monica looked away from her, tightening her arms around herself in disbelief. She never expected to hear that or how hearing that would make her stomach turn circles. She tried to swallow, tried to clear her throat to make her silence seem necessary, "I uh," she coughed a couple of times, "I didn't know you-"

Rachel nodded, getting more into it, "yeah, it's all kind of crazy," she said softly, "he's just so sweet and charming lately,and that thing with his hair and oh those eyes…"

Monica thought she was going to be sick. He was sweet and charming and had soft tousled hair and those eyes...but they weren't for Rachel to stare into. Monica had been so close to Chandler lately, they'd gotten along so well, she had a hard time believing what Rachel was saying to her.

She cleared her throat again and tried to make herself look at her roommate, "Oh, well…" she took in a shaky breath, "why, uh are you telling me this?"

"Well," Rachel shot a worried look to Phoebe who unhelpfully shrugged, "um…" Rachel hating thinking on her feet, "well….you're my friend...and friends tell each other stuff, right?" Monica resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Rachel continued, looking down at the ground and practically shuffling her feet, "but please don't tell him. I'm not ready for him to know."

Monica narrowed her eyes at her just a little, not quite sure whether to believe her or not. It just seemed so out of the blue, and Rachel hadn't been spending any extra time with Chandler, nothing out of the ordinary, and tonight she didn't even volunteer to kiss him.

"Why did you want to kiss Joey if you have this…" she stopped and sighed, "...crush thing on Chandler? Wouldn't you kiss him?" Even saying the words didn't sit well in her stomach. She wasn't a hundred percent certain yet, but she was pretty sure she didn't want anyone kissing him apart from her.

And oh God, did she want it again. Right now.

Rachel pulled a worried face, her eyes wide as she turned to Phoebe again hoping this time she'd think of something.

This time Phoebe jumped in smoothly, the lie rolling off her tongue easily, giving Monica a plausible explanation, "she didn't want to tackle him to the floor and rip off his clothes," she said, chuckling a little as she noticed both Rachel and Monica grimace at the image, "so I told her to grab Joey and that way not have to worry about letting Chandler know her feelings or starting something she didn't want to start. She's not quite ready yet and well, there's Ross to deal with."

There was an awkward silence between the three of them. Monica looked down at the floor, wishing she was anywhere else but in this room right now.

Before tonight she'd never thought about herself and Chandler becoming 'her and Chandler'. Well, she thought, that wasn't the complete truth. She had thought about it, maybe a little. Particularly last year when she teased him about not being boyfriend material. She felt a little bad, realizing later that Chandler really would be a great boyfriend. He was kind, funny, sensitive, a real gentleman, and that damn grin of his paired with those eyes made her knees go weak. And then he'd proved it with Kathy. Now, though, she'd tasted him, felt him and god, she wanted more. The man was a fantastic kisser, and the chemistry between them had been electrifying. She had even considered waiting until Rachel and Phoebe had gone to bed to sneak back over there and see if she could get another kiss.

He had to have enjoyed it just as much as she did, right? If the way his hands tightened around her body were any indication, he certainly did. The way he had pulled her flush against his body. And he moaned. There was no way he wasn't as captivated as she was.

Rachel finally spoke again, bringing Monica out of her lusty thoughts about her best friend, "you kissing him drove me a little crazy," she said, thinking on her feet, "but it's okay. I know you don't have feelings for him, right?"

Monica's body shivered as she tried to come up with something, anything, to say, but couldn't, she only shook her head. Rachel leaned towards her and wrapped her arms around her friend, "thank you for being so understanding about this," Rachel said softly, squeezing her friend.

Monica pressed her lips together when Rachel let her go and continued to the bathroom, her original destination, to brush her teeth. She shut the door and leaned on it, placing a hand over her still flipping stomach and mouth.

What was she supposed to do? There was a friend code between her and Rachel, and even Phoebe, that said if one of them found a guy that they liked, the other's shouldn't try and move in.

Monica guessed that going over there and begging Chandler to kiss her again would be included in breaking the strict code. But how she wanted to kiss him again, see where this could go between them.

She felt another surge of jealousy rip through her. Chandler didn't know how Rachel felt about him, apparently, so maybe he wouldn't feel the same way? Maybe he didn't like Rachel like that anyway and would worry about ruining their friendship and his friendship with Ross?

Who was she kidding? Every freaking guy, single or not single, liked Rachel and wanted to be with her that way.

She let out a breath, finally she stood up straight and faced the mirror. Even if Chandler didn't like Rachel in that way, Rachel still wouldn't like Monica trying to move in on him. She didn't want any bad blood between, especially not over a guy again, but this wasn't any guy. This was Chandler.

Chandler. Sweet, adorable, kinda dorky but totally lovable and amazing Chandler.

After all these years they were now actually on the verge of something. Finally curious and brave enough to explore what a 'them' might be like. Monica and Chandler. Yet now Rachel was in the mix.

She brushed her teeth on auto-pilot, going through the motions as her mind considered all the possibilities. Should she talk to Rachel? Try to discourage her? Or be honest and share her new budding feelings? But it was all happening so fast, shouldn't she have time to process and sort her own feelings out before sharing them with the girls?

With no resolution and her stomach still knotted she finally left the bathroom and bid goodnight to her friends. She decided it was best to sleep on it anyhow before making any rash decisions. Maybe everything would look brighter in the morning.

Maybe.

tbc...

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