I don't own any of the characters. I don't own FRIENDS. This is 100% based on my imagination, and it's not even related to the show. I'm just using the cast and the characters they play.


Chandler's Point of View

"Do you take each other?"

"I do"

"I do"

"Rings?" I turned around and got the rings from Joey, the best man.

Then I looked back at my beautiful bride. I'm so lucky to be marrying the most beautiful girl in the world. I was so nervous to place the ring on her finger, so I was noticeably shaking. She held my hand and smiled. I felt fine. Her smile made me feel comfortable and safe. She placed the ring on my finger then kissed it. I tried to hide my smile, but that's not possible.

"You may now kiss the bride"

I slowly leaned forward to kiss this beautiful woman in front of me. Her beautiful blue eyes were set on mine, and mine were set on hers.

"I must be the luckiest man on earth cause you picked me." I whispered to her before I kissed her

Suddenly I felt someone slap my back. It was Joey. His hand was on Phoebe's waist while his other hand was holding a drink. I could tell that he was trying to show off his wedding ring.

"Best man!" He yelled out as he gestured his hands for a hug.

"Married Man!" I chuckled as I hugged him back.

"Chandler why are you so distracted today? I mean you've been acting really weird since this morning?" Phoebe interrupted.

Shit! Someone noticed.

"I've just been thinking" I tried to think of a clever excuse, but obviously what I said sucked.

"About what?" Phoebe looked curious.

"Work" I repeatedly nodded my head and took a sip of my drink to avoid eye-contact.

"Oh"

"So have you chose who you're going home with tonight?" Joey asked. Phoebe raised her eyebrow.

"Well" I look around, so that it'll look like I'm looking, but I know that it's pointless cause I'm just looking for one girl.

Then I saw her again.

She came from the entrance door, but unlike this afternoon, she was walking with a guy.

Ross.

My face immediately dropped. Fuck! She was with Ross. Among all the guys here. Why the hell does she have to be with Ross?

"Psfh" I blurted out.

"What?" Joey and Phoebe yelled in unison.

"Oh my gosh! You picked one! WHO IS SHE?!" Phoebe sounded so excited and started jumping. Which Joey found adorable.

They look at where I was looking at, and when they weren't looking I slowly backed up.

"Monica?" Phoebe asked.

She looked back and noticed that I was gone.

"Where'd he go?"

"I don't know" Joey said in a very seductive way.

Their foreheads met and their lips were only a millimeter away.

"Do you want to dance Mrs. Tribbiani?" Joey whispered.

Phoebe didn't even respond. She just grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.


I was at the bar watching them.

I tried to get that girl out of my mind, but I can't. There was just something about her that I can't seem to forget. I bet it was her smile. She had a really pretty smile.

FUCK! What is wrong with me? I'm fantasizing about marrying a girl I've never met. I don't even know her name for heaven's sake! AND WORSE, she's here with Ross.

Cause of disappointment, I grabbed a glass of champagne and drank it very quickly. I'm pretty sure that I chugged it. I have to forget about her. I slowly closed my eyes.

"Aren't they cute?"

"What?" I turn around to see who asked me.

It was her.

She wasn't with Ross and she didn't have a drink on her hand.

I know it's cheesy, but I just wanna grab her and kiss her. I think I might be in love with her.

"Yeah they are" I nodded to look cool.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Chandler Bing. Best man."

Iextended my hand to ask for a handshake. And she shook it.

Here's another cheesy statement. I felt a tingle in my spine. I felt comfortable yet I felt sexual tension.

I maybe wrong, but I really feel like this is the girl I want to be with me forever.

"Monica. Monica Geller. The Wedding Planner" she replied.

"Geller?"

"Yeah!"

"As in Ross Geller?"

I pathetically cross my fingers and silently prayed that it was just a coincidence. Even though I know it's impossible, I still hoped she was just showing Ross his seat and that they just coincidentally have the same last name.

"Yeah" she seemed jumpy.

SHIT!

"He's my brother" She added.

"Brother?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh"

"I'm sorry how do you know Ross?"

"We met in college." I explained.

"So you know about Carol."

I try my best not to laugh. I mean who the doesn't notice that their wife is a lesbian?

"It's okay to laugh."

So I ended up bursting out as loud as I can. Although she didn't laugh as hard, I knew she found it funny too.

She slowly reached for my drink.

"I think you've had enough"

"Well that's a good idea cause I still have to get home in one piece." I smiled.

She was physically there, but I felt like she wasn't too. She's perfect, but she seems broken and distracted.

"I'm sorry if I'm keeping you." I whispered.

"You aren't." She looked back at me.

"If you have to go, it's fine"

"No it's not that! It's just that I need to bring Ross home."

"Ross home? Why? He's old enough"

"It's just that Emma's staying at her dad's tomorrow and Ross can't be hungover." She explained as she scanned the ballroom.

"Emma?"

"Ross' daughter with my best friend"

"Ross has a daughter?"

"Yeah! She's turning 1 soon. She actually just started talking."

"Aww! That's so cute."

"Yeah she really is" I seem to have gotten her attention.

"Do you have one?" I innocently ask.

"Have what? A baby?" she suddenly got pale.

I nodded.

"Oh God No!" She shook her head.

"I mean I want one, but you know...but I'm not yet ready for a family." She explained. "Do you have one?"

Even though she was looking down, I can tell that she bit her lower lip. She was also stomping her velvet black pumps. I'm not a doctor, but even I know that those are signs of a person getting nervous.

"No"

I bend down to see the rest of her face."I don't"

Unlike earlier, this isn't a fantasy. This is the real deal. Her blue eyes were staring at mine and mine were looking into hers. I stand up straight and she takes a step forward. I place my hand on her waist. She doesn't seem to mind. I slowly lean forward to kiss her...

But before I could, Ross came.

I thought he would punch me or yell, but he didn't. He was completely drunk. He couldn't even stand straight.

"Monifa letz gooooo" he attempted to whisper to her, but due to the alcohol content in his body, it came out like he was trying to make a scene.

"Yeah I think we should" She angrily grabbed her bag.

She placed Ross' arm sound her neck to support him, but before she left, she looked at me.

"I'm so sorry Chandler." I couldn't say anything, so I just smiled.

I was about to walk away when I saw Monica not heading to the exit. She was having such a hard time with Ross.

It didn't even take me a second to think about my next move. I need to go help her. I can't let her go. What I'm feeling for her is too special to just throw it away. Without hesitation, I nudged my way through the huge crowd of people on the dance floor.

"Monica!" I yelled to catch her attention.

Luckily it did.

"Chandler?" She pulled a chair and made Ross sit.

"Did I leave anything?" She added.

"Yeah" I was referring to the kiss.

"but it's not why I'm here" I quickly added.

"Then why did you follow me?"

"I can't just let you go. What happened between us, doesn't happen a lot to me. And I can't just let you-" before I can finish what I was trying to say, she already grabbed me a kissed me.

It wasn't passionate, but it was full of passion. It wasn't a normal kiss. I didn't see fireworks and stuff like that, but it was good. Really good.

"Mon?" Ross interrupted.

We slowly pulled away, but our bodies were still connected. My hands were on her waist and her hands were around my neck.

"I'll bring you two home." I looked at her.

"You don't need to" she argued.

"I want to"

"Thank you!"


On the ride home, Ross was locked in the backseat fast asleep. While me and Monica were upfront.

The car ride was somehow weird. Ross kept talking about Carol, "Rachel," Emma, and Monica.

"Just ignore him" Monica looked at me.

I slowly reached for her hand. She giggled.

Our hands were intertwined. I pulled it closer, so that I can kiss her hand.

"Take a left here"

so I did

She pointed at this huge apartment building.

"Thats where Ross lives." Monica rolled her eyes.

"Wow! Paleontology really does pay well."

As soon as I found a parking spot, we parked and got Ross to his apartment. It wasn't really hard since the doorman gave us a hand getting him to his floor.

Monica opened his apartment.

"I'll bring him to his room. You can grab anything from the kitchen." she yelled.

Ross' apartment was so different from what I expected. I didn't see any posters of dinosaurs nor did I see playboy magazines. Ross really changed.

Heck! Everyone changed. Everyone grew up. Joey's married and Ross is a father. I guess I need to do some growing up too.

Suddenly Monica came in the room.

"There! There's the reason why I want to grow up. I wanna be a man for her." I thought to myself.

"I'm tired" she yawned.

"Really?" I smirked and moved my hands to signal her to move closer.

The next thing I new, we were already kissing.

"You know what! I don't feel comfortable. Doing this with your brother in the next room"

"I agree."

"You know my apartment is just 5 minutes away." I winked

"Aren't we going too fast?" She hesitated.

"It's your call." I stared at her.

For a minute, she didn't say anything. She just stared at me.

"This doesn't happen often to me too."

"What?"

"what you said at the plaza! This sort of thing doesn't happen a lot. I really like you and yet I barely know you. You could be a criminal or a serial killer and I would still have feelings for you." she kissed me again.

"I don't care if we just met." she started dusting the lint off my coat.

"I want you" she added.


The next morning

I slowly opened my eyes and I saw this gorgeous naked woman laying there under my arm. I gently stroked her messy dark hair away from her face, but I guess I wasn't gentle enough. She slowly pivoted to face me. Then her eyes slowly got wider. To me, it looked like newly formed blue stars.

"Good morning" I whispered. Then kissed her nose.

"Good morning." She said in her her sexy morning voice. She gently rubbed her eyes and stretched her body.

"What time is it?" She asked.

I turn around to see the clock.

"It's 7:30"

"I have to go" she giggled.

She stood up. She started picking clothes up.

I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help watching her.

"This was fun. We should do it again sometime." I chuckled.

She grabbed my shirt and put it on.

"I agree" I giggled. She sat on the edge of the bed.

"Do you really need to go?" I ask.

"Why?"

"Stay for breakfast? I can whip up a really good glass of orange juice." She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Okay fine"

We did nothing but laugh as we made breakfast. She started frying pancakes while I stuck to my offer which was orange juice.

It started off as cooking, but as soon as she got splattered with flour, it just turned into a all out food fight.

"I'm sorry for the mess" she giggled.

"I'm sorry I messed up your pancakes" I grabbed the burnt pancake on the wall.

"So? How did it start?" I asked her to avoid the awkward silence.

"How did what start?"

"Your job? How did you start being a wedding planner?"

"Well umm" she played with the hemline of my NYU sweatshirt.

"When Ross and umm Carol got divorced, me and my fiancée, Richard, got into this really big argument." She suddenly stopped

"About?" I held her hand and have it a pinch to say that I'm here to support her.

"Babies."

"Babies?" She just nodded.

"What about babies?" I hesitated to ask.

"He didn't want kids."

"Oh"

"Actually that part would have been okay. We could have passed it, but when he suggested to have an open marriage, I just lost it. I mean marriage is suppose to be between two people. It's a commitment that should last forever."

"You believe in that?" I whispered to myself.

"What?" She yelled.

"WHAT?" I quickly responded hoping that she won't notice what I said.

"Chandler..." she looked at my eyes.

"You don't believe in commitment?" she added.