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Nobody even seemed to care that he was alone. The kids told him he wasn't welcome in their group. Unfortunately, it wasn't the first time it happened. He went through this lots of times and he was used to it. Being left out, ignored and, above all, being the center of all jokes was normal to him. If he was not the one who put himself in ridiculous, his parents would gladly do the job themselves. Their fights were getting worse each day. They yelled at each other horrible things everywhere even when he was around and there was crowd witnessing. He knew his parents didn't love each other anymore…well, he wasn't sure if they ever loved each other. All of this made him think that if they were never in love, they would never consider having a baby. So, was him a mistake? Was he unwanted? Of course he was, they wouldn't ignore their beloved only child. Thoughts like this would never leave his mind when his parents were engrossed in one of their several endless fights. But he was used to it.

Today was different. His dad wasn't home and his mom dropped him at some daycare. He listened to his mom rambling about "that queer dad of yours", the houseboy and signing some divorce papers. At least they won't yell anymore after this.

When she left he made sure he got to the window in time to see her walking to her car before driving away. It was long ago when he stopped trying to wave his parents good-bye at the window expecting them to turn around smiling and wave back. But he contented himself with just watching them.

Now he was alone, he was in a play room filled with kids his age but he felt more alone than ever. Because one thing was being all by himself in his bedroom and another was being ignored by everyone else in a crowded room. All of this led five-year-old Chandler to sit on the floor and play with something that seemed to have been a plastic truck. The boys made up some excuse for him not to join them and now were playing outside. He even tried asking the girls but they laughed at him, especially one that seemed to be the leader of their group. They said to be busy playing with some Barbies and he would ruin their game because he was a boy and boys don't know how to play with a Barbie doll. Yeah, because you have to read the manual to learn how to play with a Barbie. Besides his mom wouldn't be too pleased when he tell her that he played dolls with some girls. Although is dad wouldn't mind.

"Can I play with you?"

Chandler turned around and saw her. A beautiful girl his age with black hair and light blue eyes was standing behind him actually asking him to let her play with him. He was speechless. Out of nowhere the Gods smiled at him and not only he found a playmate, he found a beautiful playmate.

"Yeah, sure. Sit". He shifted a little for her to sit beside him and stayed silent. Soon he started to feel uncomfortable. How was he supposed to have a conversation with someone? His parents barely talked to him.

"What's your name?" Asked her. Relief went through him as she was the one who started.

"Yours first"

"Ok, I'm Monica"

He smiled "I like it, it's pretty".

"Really?" He nodded "Thank you". She grinned and blushed. Chandler thought she was really pretty but couldn't find a way of telling her. "Yours?"

"What?"

She smiled at him. "Your name"

Oh God, he had to tell her his name. She was going to laugh at him for having such a stupid name. He had to come up with a cooler one.

"I'm Chandler" Well, so well so far.

She giggled. "That's funny, I like it!"

Did she just say she liked it? Really? "Really?"

She nodded grinning. Her black pigtails shaking. "What are you playing?"

"I was about to build a fort with these Legos and I brought them here in this truck"

"Is this a truck?"

"Apparently" She giggled. He found out he liked it when she did that. He like making her smile. "Why aren't you playing dolls with those girls?"

Her smile fade away and Chandler hated himself for asking that. "They told me I wasn't pretty so I can't play with them"

Chandler was astounded. Monica not pretty? Who do they think they are? "They said you weren't pretty?" She played sadly with her fingers while she nodded not looking at him. "That girl with that awful nose said you weren't pretty?"

She smiled again and giggled and Chandler felt good again. "Yeah" He could tell she was trying to be serious again but failed.

"Well, I think you are too pretty to play with them"

She looked at him surprised. "Do you really think so?" She couldn't contain her wide smile which made Chandler smile back.

He blushed. "Yeah, really"

"Thank you. I think you are cute" His face reddened even more. Did she call him cute? Was it a good compliment or she was saying he looked kind of girly? His manly side kicked in.

"I'm not cute" He tried to be serious but she could easily have seen he wasn't mad at her.

"Yes, you are!" She told him playfully.

"No, babies are cute. I'm not a baby" Of course he wasn't a baby, he stopped being one decades ago! Wait, not that many…some years ago. He was five now, no more baby stuff for him, he was a big boy. But Monica calling him cute wasn't that bad after all.

Apparently she decided to not insist anymore and started playing. While he started building his, no, their fort with the Legos he already had in that poor attempt of a truck she began taking out the rest of the bricks from the box. When she finished she started organizing them by color and size.

He couldn't help but stare at her, not because he thought what she was doing was weird, because she looked so concentrated while doing it. Before she could notice he was still staring at her he resumed his building.

A/N: I told you, I was going to make it up for you ;). It's only a couple of chapters long but they aren't finished yet. Thanks for reading!