Ok this is a new fic. Hope Yall like it. Monica and Chandler don't know each other. Monica knows Rachel, Phoebe, and Ross. Monica is Ross' sister, but she and Ross aren't that close they don't talk to each other that much. He sorta knows Rachel and Phoebe. Chandler knows Ross and Joey. Monica is a big chef. She owns like 4 resturaunts. Chandler is a big advertising president. The others do what they do. Except Phoebe is a very famous massuse. And Joey is famous. And umm Monica, Phoebe and Rachel go to Paris because Rachel has a fashion show and Monica has a food conference. Chandler goes to Paris cause he has a meeting. Yea. Ok here we go. O yea i don't own anyone in this fic. too bad.. hehe.
"Monica you are insane! I can't believe you wanna fly coach. You're gonna be all alone!" Rachel said. They were in the airport waiting for the plane.
"It doesn't matter. Jeez! I'm kinda tired of flying first class. besides. I forgot what flying coach was like.." Monica played with her Louis Vuitton bag straps.
"Whatever. You're still crazy." Rachel flipped her hair.
"You guys! shut up! Let's go they just called for us." Phoebe said walking.
*
Monica couldn't find her seat. "Hi ma'am where is this seat?" Monica asked a flight attendent and showed her the ticket.
"Right there." the flight attendent pointed to a seat near the window.
"Thanks" Monica smiled and walked towards that seat. There was a man that was sitting right next to it. He had dark hair and blue or green eyes. She couldn't tell from where she was. But he was hott. The man was on a laptop doing something. "Excuse me." Monica said as she got to her seat.
"Sorry. But um.. haven't you ever learned the right way to get to your seat?" The man said smiling and looking up from his laptop.
"Excuse me?" Monica smiled at him.
"Well thats not the correct way to get to your seat."
"What do you mean?"
"Well.. your not supposed to turn your butt to me.. your supposed to turn your but towards the seat."
Monica smiled. "Ok.. that was confusing." Monica laughed. "So are you trying to say my crouch would be turned to you?"
"Yes." Chandler laughed. "See thats what your supposed to do in theaters. When you walk your butt is well not supposed to be in the persons way.. you know. You have to knock the people on the head with your ass." Chandler smiled.
Monica laughed. "Ok. I'll try to remember that next time."
"I was just kidding.. even though its the truth. I'm Chandler by the way." Chandler held his hand out.
"I'm Monica." Monica shook his hand. "So are you here alone?"
"No. I'm actually here with some friends.. but they're in first class." Chandler smiled and continued to do whatever he did on his laptop.
"Oh.. me too." Monica took out a magazine.
"Really?" Chandler raised an eyebrow.
"Yea. My friend Rachel was like you're crazy." Monica laughed.
"Yea my friends said that too. So why aren't you flying first class with you friends?" Chandler closed his laptop.
"Well.. i don't really know.." Monica laughed. "Well i guess i fly first class all the time. Its.. i don't know.. i thought hey why not go back to coach. ya know?"
"That's exactly why I'm flying coach." Chandler laughed. "So what do you do for a living? Are you like a princess of a country or something?"
Monica laughed. "No. I wish. I'm a chef."
"Really? Where?"
"In Manhatten. I have 4 resturaunts. One in California, one in Long Island and the other 2 in Manhatten."
"Wow. So you're pretty successful."
"Yea.. i guess. How bout you?"
"I'm the president of GreenMoos Advertising." Chandler smiled.
"That's an interesting name for an advertising thing."
"Yea.." Chandler laughed. "My friend Joey came up with it. So are you and your friends here on vacation?"
"Yea.. sorta. I have a resturaunt thing and my friend Rachel has a fashion show. So yea.. i guess. We're here for a week. And well we're only working like 2 hours. You?"
"Wow a week thats pretty cool me too. So is your friend Rachel like a model?"
"No. She works for Ralph Lauren. But i think she could be one."
"Ohh.. I have a meeting here. Maybe we can meet up sometimes. You know we could go out to dinner with our friends and hang out. Get to know each other better."
"Yea. That would be cool.." Monica smiled and played with her magazine.
*
"Yea i see you. bye." Monica hung up her cell phone. Monica and Chandler were outside the airport waiting for their friends.
Rachel, Phoebe and 2 other guys walked in their direction. "Hey Mon! Oh my goodness! Guess who was on our flight?!" Rachel squeeled.
"Tom Cruise?" Monica joked.
"No Ross!" Rachel moved to the side and a man turned around.
"ROSS!!!" Monica gave Ross a big hug. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here with my friends." Ross let go of Monica.
"You guys know each other?" Chandler put his hands in his pockets.
"Chandler this is my little sister Monica. Do you know her?"
"Yea we met on the plane." Chandler smiled.
"Chandler these are my friends. This is Rachel." Monica pointed to Rachel. Then she pointed to Phoebe. "This is Phoebe. You guys this is Chandler. My coach buddy." Monica smiled.
"Well coach buddy you know Ross this is my friend Joey." He pointed to Joey. Chandler took out a buisness card and handed it to Monica"Here's my card. Call me later and we'll all have dinner or something."
"Ooo. A buisness card. Do this a lot Mr. President?" Monica smiled.
"Sure do." Chandler smiled and winked at her. "We're gonna go. Bye." Chandler waved as he walked.
"Bye." Monica waved back.
"Did you know he's like a billionaire?" Phoebe said as she put her bags down.
"So did you guys have fun in first class?" Monica asked.
"So much fun. Ross and Joey are really great guys." Rachel smiled and nodded.
"Yea they really are. Joey's gonna be on the cover of the next GQ." Phoebe smiled.
*
Chandler put 2 ties on his bed. "White.. or black.. hmm..." Chandler sat and thought for a long time. He picked up his cell phone and said "Monica" he used to vioce dial up thing. "Hey Monica? Hey what color do you like better? White or black? I'm not sure which tie i should wear. You know what? never mind I'll talk to you later." Chandler up and went across the hall. Chandler banged on a door. "You guys open up!"
Ross opened the door. "Sorry man. I can't tie this tie." Ross struggled as he tried to tie his tie.
"You tie one everyday." Chandler said as he helped Ross tie the tie. "Where's Joey?"
"He's..."
Joey screams.
"Oh. He's shaving." Chandler laughed. "Which tie should i wear? Black or white?"
"Which ever one you want." Ross said as sprayed some colone on.
"No pick one!"
"Why does it matter?"
"Well this is a fancy resturaunt and i'd like to look fancy.
"Wear the white one."
Joey walked out of the bathroom. "Stupid aftershave." He looks up and sees Chandler. "Hey. What's up?"
"What color tie should i wear?"
"Umm.. green." Joey nodded and walked over to his suitcase.
"No black or white?"
"Black. Why not green?"
"Well. One you spilt stuff all over that tie and two i don't to look weird."
"You mean you wanna look nice for Monica."
"Well... he wants to look nice for Rachel... and .. and you shaved for Phoebe!" Chandler stuck his tongue out.
"Nuh uh!"
"YUH HUH! Any way what should i do black or white?"
"OO OO! Eeny Meeney Miney Mo!"Joey yelled.
*
The guys stood in the waiting room as they waited for the girls. They all looked hott. All of them had tuxes on. Chandler had on the white tie. Because it won in the Eeny Meeny Miney Moe thing. Joey wore a blue and green striped tie. Ross wore a solid burgondy tie. Then they saw the girls walk into the resturaunt.
Chandler smiled. As the girls walked over. "Wow. You ladies look amazing." He smiled.
"Thank you." Monica gave him a smile. "You guys don't look so bad either."
Monica wore a white halter dress. If she turned around there would be a pretty small heart shaped hole in the back that is surrounded by real diamonds. Rachel wore a light pink strapless dress that scrunched up on the sides. And Phoebe wore a pale blue spageti strapped dress that sparkled.
They all walked up to a guy. "Table for 6. Under Chandler Bing." Chandler said as he fixed his tie.
"A table for 6?" The guy said with a british accent.
"Yes."
"All together?"
"Yes."
"Sir we don't have a table for 6 all together. I can get you 3 tables for 2."
"That won't work.. we're here together.. Can you put the tables together?"
"No we can't the tables don't budge. And all our big party tables are taken."
"Ok.. well can we wait for a big table?"
"If you want. The party isn't over for a couple more hours."
"Excuse us." Chandler walked to the side and the others followed. "You guys wanna go somewhere else?"
"No we could pair up." Ross said.
"Yea." Joey unbuttoned the buttons on his suit.
"Yea. Umm you and Monica, Me and Rachel, and Joey and Phoebe. If thats ok.."
"Yea i think thats a good idea." Phoebe said.
"Ok.. if its ok with everyone else." Chandler said and everyone nodded. He walked over to the man and said "We'd like those 3 tables."
"Alright." And 3 waitors showed up. "Please show these people to their tables. and they followed the waitors.
The tables were all far away from each other. Chandler pulled out a chair for Monica. "Thank you" Monica smiled.
Chandler then turned to the waitor and shaked his hand. "Thank you."
The waitor looked in his hand. "No thank you! And i have to say this. You too look great. Did you guys just get married?"
Monica laughed. "No.. we're not together." Monica smiled.
"Oh. Sorry. You guys look like you just got off the top of a wedding cake."
"Thank you." Chandler smiled.
The waitor walked away.
"Wow. That's insane they don't have a table for 6." Monica nodded her head.
"Your resturaunts have tables for 6 right?"
"Yes." Monica laughed.
*
About an hour later.
"They look adorable!" A lady said as she and a couple of other people walked by Monica and Chandler's table. "Congradulations!" She looked at them and walked away.
"Oh my gosh! That's like the 100th person to congradulate us." Monica laughed. "Do we really look like we just got married?"
"Well your dress does look like a wedding gown."
"Yea?"
"Yea. It's long and white." Chandler smiled. "Sorry. I don't know fashion." He laughed.
"Yea. But you do look good."
"Thanks. So.. where.."
"Where did you get that wedding dress?" A lady came up to Monica and asked.
"Excuse me?" Monica turned to the woman.
"I love that dress. That is the only wedding dress that i like. After looking at hundreds.. Where did you get it? The back is adorable!"
"This isn't a wedding dress." Monica smiled and nodded.
"It's not? Oh.. Where did you get it?"
"I think it's by Vera Wang." Monica said and took a sip of wine.
"Thank you so much!" The lady walked away.
"These people are insane!"
"Are they?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know... we have a great connection. We look great.. they aren't that insane."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I don't know.. do you believe in signs?"
"The movie?" Monica took another sip of her wine.
"No. Like signs."
"Yea i know i thought you meant that. Yea i do."
"Maybe this is a sign." Chandler smiled.
"What?" Monica was confused.
"Maybe we should get married. I mean. We look like we're gonna get married... we have an amazing connection, ad people keep congradulation us. Don't ya think those are great signs?"
Monica laughed. "Yea.. great signs."
"I'm serious."
"So.. you're asking me to marry you?"
"Monica you are insane! I can't believe you wanna fly coach. You're gonna be all alone!" Rachel said. They were in the airport waiting for the plane.
"It doesn't matter. Jeez! I'm kinda tired of flying first class. besides. I forgot what flying coach was like.." Monica played with her Louis Vuitton bag straps.
"Whatever. You're still crazy." Rachel flipped her hair.
"You guys! shut up! Let's go they just called for us." Phoebe said walking.
*
Monica couldn't find her seat. "Hi ma'am where is this seat?" Monica asked a flight attendent and showed her the ticket.
"Right there." the flight attendent pointed to a seat near the window.
"Thanks" Monica smiled and walked towards that seat. There was a man that was sitting right next to it. He had dark hair and blue or green eyes. She couldn't tell from where she was. But he was hott. The man was on a laptop doing something. "Excuse me." Monica said as she got to her seat.
"Sorry. But um.. haven't you ever learned the right way to get to your seat?" The man said smiling and looking up from his laptop.
"Excuse me?" Monica smiled at him.
"Well thats not the correct way to get to your seat."
"What do you mean?"
"Well.. your not supposed to turn your butt to me.. your supposed to turn your but towards the seat."
Monica smiled. "Ok.. that was confusing." Monica laughed. "So are you trying to say my crouch would be turned to you?"
"Yes." Chandler laughed. "See thats what your supposed to do in theaters. When you walk your butt is well not supposed to be in the persons way.. you know. You have to knock the people on the head with your ass." Chandler smiled.
Monica laughed. "Ok. I'll try to remember that next time."
"I was just kidding.. even though its the truth. I'm Chandler by the way." Chandler held his hand out.
"I'm Monica." Monica shook his hand. "So are you here alone?"
"No. I'm actually here with some friends.. but they're in first class." Chandler smiled and continued to do whatever he did on his laptop.
"Oh.. me too." Monica took out a magazine.
"Really?" Chandler raised an eyebrow.
"Yea. My friend Rachel was like you're crazy." Monica laughed.
"Yea my friends said that too. So why aren't you flying first class with you friends?" Chandler closed his laptop.
"Well.. i don't really know.." Monica laughed. "Well i guess i fly first class all the time. Its.. i don't know.. i thought hey why not go back to coach. ya know?"
"That's exactly why I'm flying coach." Chandler laughed. "So what do you do for a living? Are you like a princess of a country or something?"
Monica laughed. "No. I wish. I'm a chef."
"Really? Where?"
"In Manhatten. I have 4 resturaunts. One in California, one in Long Island and the other 2 in Manhatten."
"Wow. So you're pretty successful."
"Yea.. i guess. How bout you?"
"I'm the president of GreenMoos Advertising." Chandler smiled.
"That's an interesting name for an advertising thing."
"Yea.." Chandler laughed. "My friend Joey came up with it. So are you and your friends here on vacation?"
"Yea.. sorta. I have a resturaunt thing and my friend Rachel has a fashion show. So yea.. i guess. We're here for a week. And well we're only working like 2 hours. You?"
"Wow a week thats pretty cool me too. So is your friend Rachel like a model?"
"No. She works for Ralph Lauren. But i think she could be one."
"Ohh.. I have a meeting here. Maybe we can meet up sometimes. You know we could go out to dinner with our friends and hang out. Get to know each other better."
"Yea. That would be cool.." Monica smiled and played with her magazine.
*
"Yea i see you. bye." Monica hung up her cell phone. Monica and Chandler were outside the airport waiting for their friends.
Rachel, Phoebe and 2 other guys walked in their direction. "Hey Mon! Oh my goodness! Guess who was on our flight?!" Rachel squeeled.
"Tom Cruise?" Monica joked.
"No Ross!" Rachel moved to the side and a man turned around.
"ROSS!!!" Monica gave Ross a big hug. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here with my friends." Ross let go of Monica.
"You guys know each other?" Chandler put his hands in his pockets.
"Chandler this is my little sister Monica. Do you know her?"
"Yea we met on the plane." Chandler smiled.
"Chandler these are my friends. This is Rachel." Monica pointed to Rachel. Then she pointed to Phoebe. "This is Phoebe. You guys this is Chandler. My coach buddy." Monica smiled.
"Well coach buddy you know Ross this is my friend Joey." He pointed to Joey. Chandler took out a buisness card and handed it to Monica"Here's my card. Call me later and we'll all have dinner or something."
"Ooo. A buisness card. Do this a lot Mr. President?" Monica smiled.
"Sure do." Chandler smiled and winked at her. "We're gonna go. Bye." Chandler waved as he walked.
"Bye." Monica waved back.
"Did you know he's like a billionaire?" Phoebe said as she put her bags down.
"So did you guys have fun in first class?" Monica asked.
"So much fun. Ross and Joey are really great guys." Rachel smiled and nodded.
"Yea they really are. Joey's gonna be on the cover of the next GQ." Phoebe smiled.
*
Chandler put 2 ties on his bed. "White.. or black.. hmm..." Chandler sat and thought for a long time. He picked up his cell phone and said "Monica" he used to vioce dial up thing. "Hey Monica? Hey what color do you like better? White or black? I'm not sure which tie i should wear. You know what? never mind I'll talk to you later." Chandler up and went across the hall. Chandler banged on a door. "You guys open up!"
Ross opened the door. "Sorry man. I can't tie this tie." Ross struggled as he tried to tie his tie.
"You tie one everyday." Chandler said as he helped Ross tie the tie. "Where's Joey?"
"He's..."
Joey screams.
"Oh. He's shaving." Chandler laughed. "Which tie should i wear? Black or white?"
"Which ever one you want." Ross said as sprayed some colone on.
"No pick one!"
"Why does it matter?"
"Well this is a fancy resturaunt and i'd like to look fancy.
"Wear the white one."
Joey walked out of the bathroom. "Stupid aftershave." He looks up and sees Chandler. "Hey. What's up?"
"What color tie should i wear?"
"Umm.. green." Joey nodded and walked over to his suitcase.
"No black or white?"
"Black. Why not green?"
"Well. One you spilt stuff all over that tie and two i don't to look weird."
"You mean you wanna look nice for Monica."
"Well... he wants to look nice for Rachel... and .. and you shaved for Phoebe!" Chandler stuck his tongue out.
"Nuh uh!"
"YUH HUH! Any way what should i do black or white?"
"OO OO! Eeny Meeney Miney Mo!"Joey yelled.
*
The guys stood in the waiting room as they waited for the girls. They all looked hott. All of them had tuxes on. Chandler had on the white tie. Because it won in the Eeny Meeny Miney Moe thing. Joey wore a blue and green striped tie. Ross wore a solid burgondy tie. Then they saw the girls walk into the resturaunt.
Chandler smiled. As the girls walked over. "Wow. You ladies look amazing." He smiled.
"Thank you." Monica gave him a smile. "You guys don't look so bad either."
Monica wore a white halter dress. If she turned around there would be a pretty small heart shaped hole in the back that is surrounded by real diamonds. Rachel wore a light pink strapless dress that scrunched up on the sides. And Phoebe wore a pale blue spageti strapped dress that sparkled.
They all walked up to a guy. "Table for 6. Under Chandler Bing." Chandler said as he fixed his tie.
"A table for 6?" The guy said with a british accent.
"Yes."
"All together?"
"Yes."
"Sir we don't have a table for 6 all together. I can get you 3 tables for 2."
"That won't work.. we're here together.. Can you put the tables together?"
"No we can't the tables don't budge. And all our big party tables are taken."
"Ok.. well can we wait for a big table?"
"If you want. The party isn't over for a couple more hours."
"Excuse us." Chandler walked to the side and the others followed. "You guys wanna go somewhere else?"
"No we could pair up." Ross said.
"Yea." Joey unbuttoned the buttons on his suit.
"Yea. Umm you and Monica, Me and Rachel, and Joey and Phoebe. If thats ok.."
"Yea i think thats a good idea." Phoebe said.
"Ok.. if its ok with everyone else." Chandler said and everyone nodded. He walked over to the man and said "We'd like those 3 tables."
"Alright." And 3 waitors showed up. "Please show these people to their tables. and they followed the waitors.
The tables were all far away from each other. Chandler pulled out a chair for Monica. "Thank you" Monica smiled.
Chandler then turned to the waitor and shaked his hand. "Thank you."
The waitor looked in his hand. "No thank you! And i have to say this. You too look great. Did you guys just get married?"
Monica laughed. "No.. we're not together." Monica smiled.
"Oh. Sorry. You guys look like you just got off the top of a wedding cake."
"Thank you." Chandler smiled.
The waitor walked away.
"Wow. That's insane they don't have a table for 6." Monica nodded her head.
"Your resturaunts have tables for 6 right?"
"Yes." Monica laughed.
*
About an hour later.
"They look adorable!" A lady said as she and a couple of other people walked by Monica and Chandler's table. "Congradulations!" She looked at them and walked away.
"Oh my gosh! That's like the 100th person to congradulate us." Monica laughed. "Do we really look like we just got married?"
"Well your dress does look like a wedding gown."
"Yea?"
"Yea. It's long and white." Chandler smiled. "Sorry. I don't know fashion." He laughed.
"Yea. But you do look good."
"Thanks. So.. where.."
"Where did you get that wedding dress?" A lady came up to Monica and asked.
"Excuse me?" Monica turned to the woman.
"I love that dress. That is the only wedding dress that i like. After looking at hundreds.. Where did you get it? The back is adorable!"
"This isn't a wedding dress." Monica smiled and nodded.
"It's not? Oh.. Where did you get it?"
"I think it's by Vera Wang." Monica said and took a sip of wine.
"Thank you so much!" The lady walked away.
"These people are insane!"
"Are they?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know... we have a great connection. We look great.. they aren't that insane."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I don't know.. do you believe in signs?"
"The movie?" Monica took another sip of her wine.
"No. Like signs."
"Yea i know i thought you meant that. Yea i do."
"Maybe this is a sign." Chandler smiled.
"What?" Monica was confused.
"Maybe we should get married. I mean. We look like we're gonna get married... we have an amazing connection, ad people keep congradulation us. Don't ya think those are great signs?"
Monica laughed. "Yea.. great signs."
"I'm serious."
"So.. you're asking me to marry you?"