Ross and Monica's parents own an advertising agency called J.G Advertising. Chandler's parents own an advertising agency called Bing A Wingstupid yes but I really couldn't think of anything.They are competeing advertising companies. So they really don't like each other. Monica was never fat as a child. Ross and Rachel are going out in this story. Joey and Chandler are friends. And Phoebe will pop up.

Monica greeted the 2 men who opened the double glass doors for her. Then she walked up through the elevators and pushed the number 8. When she got to the 8th level she stepped out and walked straight to her office. With her assistant following her.

"Monica your meeting with the Dalson's has been canceled because Mr. Dalson apparently slipped on some water. Jackie Ward is on line 2. Jason Semore wants to know if you have time for lunch. Sylvia Lee isn't going to be able to make the meeting in an hour due to nail problems. Apparently she needs a new set of nails. And your parents would like to see you." Monica's assistant said putting her notepad down on her desk.

"Thanks Laura. Well get a message from Jackie Ward and tell her I'll call her back ASAP. Call Jason back and tell him I'm busy with a client for lunch maybe some other time. Send Mr. Dalson some chocolate. Find out his favorite kind. And call Sylvia and set up a new appointment and tell her to try the crystals so I can see what it looks like.." Monica smiled. "I"m gonna go see what my parents want. I'll see you later." Monica sighed and walked back into the elevator and pushed the 9 button. The doors opened and she walked down the hall looking through the glass windows with people on phones and computers.

"Hey Mon."

"Hey Ross." Monica greeted her brother. "Where are you going?"

"Meeting Rachel for breakfast."

"Oh. I think she's still in bed."

"What? I told her to wake up at 6 because I was going to take her out." Ross nodded and left.

Monica continued down the until she ended up looking at 2 double doors. She opened the doors and walked in.

"Monica there you are." Jack turned around in his chair.

"Morning dad. Where's Mom?"

"Spa." He said putting out his cigar. Then he pointed to a box wrapped in pink.

"Oh. Who am I going out with today?" Monica rolled her eyes looking at her perfectly French manicured nails.

"Pete Becker. He.."

"Yes. He owns a multimillion dollar computer company. I thought we already had him."

"We did.. until the damn Bing's got in the way! Damn expirations on contracts!" Jack slammed his fist on the table. "I already told him that he can pick you up tonight at 6:30."

"6:30? Today? What? Where are we going?" Monica plopped down onto the leather chair and started to unwrap the box.

"Party. Jeff and Trish Andleson's annual white party."

"Why don't you go?"

"I would but.. your mother and I have to go to Paris to meet up with some new potential clients."

"Oh. Ok whatever. I better get back to my office I have some work to do." She flashed a smile at her dad. She took a pair of diamond earrings out of the box. "You already got me these daddy. But thanks." She smiled and left the office.

Chandler swirled around in his leather chair.

"Dude.. what the hell are you doing?" Joey walked in and plopped down on the chair opposite Chandler's.

"Working."

"Right." Joey smiled. "Do you have a date to the party tonight?"

"No I don't think I'm going."

"What? Why not man?"

"We've been to every single one of those. The same thing every year man. No thanks. Who's your date?"

"Her name's Angela. She's really hot."

"Isn't Angela the girl you're doing the commercial with?"

"Yep."

"Nice."

"Did you hear about Monica Gellar?"

Chandler rolled his eyes.

"She's going to the party with Pete Becker."

Chandler froze and then looked up at Joey. "What? Who told you that?"

"Pete's assistant Caroline. Angela knows Caroline because they're like cousins or something."

"That bitch!" Chandler threw his pen down on his desk.

"What?"

"She's trying to steal Pete back!"

"She is?"

"Yea! Damnit! Now I have to go!"

"Why?"

"Make sure she doesn't go home with him!"

Joey stared at Chandler confused.

"If she has sex with him. Then he's definitely going to pick the stupid Gellar's over us!" Chandler stood up and began to pace around the room. He pushed a button on his phone. "Helen."

"What?"

"I need a white tux for tonight's white party."

"I thought you weren't going."

"I am now." Chandler pushed the button and plopped back down in his chair.

"What are you going to do man?"

"I think I have a plan." Chandler smiled and nodded his head.

Chandler looked around the room filled with people dressed in white. Everything was white. The carpet, the walls. Everything. He looked at his watch. 7:10. Monica and Pete hadn't shown up yet. The group he was standing with began to laugh so he joined in. "Annie you always crack me up." He smiled.

"You are such a sweetheart." The tall redhead beside him smiled.

The doors opened and in walked Monica and Pete hand in hand. He had to get her away from him. "Excuse me." Chandler smiled and started towards Monica and Pete. "Pete!"

"Oh Chandler. Hi." Pete smiled back.

"Monica." Chandler flashed her a smile. "I didn't know you two were a couple."

"We're not. Would you like some champagne Monica?"

"I would love some." Monica smiled and let go of his hand. She watched as he walked away and then looked up to Chandler.

"You're trying to steal him from me."

"What? You tried to steal him from us first."

"That's ridiculous." Chandler stood there looking at her for a while. "I love this song. Wanna dance?"

"I have a date."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"No thanks. I think I'll just wait for Pete. Maybe later."

"I'll hold you to that." He smiled and walked away.

An hour later....

Chandler looked around the room for Monica and found her sitting at a table alone sipping her champagne. He quickly walked over to her and pulled up a chair next to her. "Where's Pete?"

Monica pointed to a group of men laughing.

"Oh. So he wouldn't mind if I stole you for a minute?"

"Bing what do you want?"

"I want a dance."

Monica rolled her eyes. "If you think that you can persuade me to let Pete go then I don't think so."

"I just want to dance. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Fine." Monica stood up and walked to the dance floor.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around Monica's waist while she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Wow... you're a good dancer." Chandler laughed

"Thanks. Your not so bad yourself." Monica smiled and looked up into his blue eyes.

"Wow.. you have umm.. really... pretty eyes.."

"Thank you."

Chandler spun her around. Was he actually having fun with Monica Gellar? His enemy?

Monica smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Excuse me. May I cut in?" Pete tapped Chandler on the shoulder.

What do you think of this story? Shall I continue? I'm sorry about the title.. but I am awful at titles. I have a couple I've been thinking about for a while.. and I've been thinking about this for a while and yea.. I hope you guys liked it. Please review!