Back from my vaca to Tampa and, as promised, here's the rest of chapter
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Chandler gawked at the fact that Monica was asleep next to him and froze, realizing he wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Shit," he muttered and scanned the room for where his clothes were. He slid out of the bed carefully so she wouldn't wake up and tip-toed across the floor, grabbing his boxers that hug over a lamp and pulling them on. A blue shirt caught his attention and he carefully picked it up, noticing it glittered in the dim light. It was Monica's.
Why was Monica in his bed? What had he done? Chandler sadly shook his head and pulled a tee shirt out of a drawer and pulled it on, carefully opening his bedroom door and sneaking out, closing it behind him. Joey looked up from his place at his stool and tipped his glass of milk to him.
"Joe I-"
"Way to go man. I'm proud."
"No Joey, you don't-"
"So what's she like? How did you meet her?"
"...It's Monica." Joey paused then looked behind him at the closed door to their apartment, shrugging when no one was there.
"No man, she didn't come in... I'd of heard her or seen her."
"No Joe... It's Monica," Chandler whispered, tilting his head to his bedroom. Joey stared at Chandler in confusion then his eyes widened and his mouth fell open, pointing at the door. Chandler nodded and he fell into his chair, holding his hands over his face.
"That was Mon in there?!"
"Please keep it down, man." They sat in silence and Joey looked down at the floor, nervously motioning with his hands.
"Well... what are you going to do?... You know, when she wakes up?"
"I was considering moving her to her bed so that way when she wakes up, she'd never know."
"Are you serious?"
"Sadly, yes."
"But you can't do that! You'll feel terrible every time you see her! And what if she wakes up and remembers?"
"Yeah...," Chandler frowned, realizing Joey was right about something for once. Monica deserved the truth.
"So... I'm gonna take off," Joey said, getting up and grabbing his coat. Chandler spun around and his mouth fell open.
"You're leaving?"
"I'm afraid of her as it is! I don't want to be here when she wakes up... no offense or anything." Chandler nodded and turned around; facing the cartoon Joey had been watching.
"Bye Chan. Good luck."
"Thanks," he frowned, not really paying attention to the cat that was chasing the mouse on his TV. He wondered what her reaction would be when she woke up, what she would say to him. In a typical Monica fashion, she'd yell in a motherly fashion, scolding him. It was his fault after all; it was what he believed to be true. He had never been in this position before, not even with a stranger. It would have been easier to wake up next to someone he didn't know at all, but he had to wake up to his closest female friend.
The bedroom door opened minutes later and Chandler took a deep breath and looked up. She had pulled one of his tee shirts on; it came down to her knees. Her eyes were swollen and red and her hair was messy.
"Chandler... What's going on here?"
"I don't know Mon... I woke up and you were next to me... Do you remember the bar last night?"
"... What bar."
"Great. That's-There was a party at a bar last night for Phoebe."
"There was?... I just remember talking to you. Or... something about you."
"Yeah that's... Okay. Mon I think last night we... had... uhm... we had sex," he said quicky, wanting to get it out but afraid to look at her.
"I wouldn't have. I don't think I was that drunk."
"You really know how to boost my ego."
"Chandler."
"Mon, I make joked when I'm uncomfortable. It's my way to lighten the mood. You're lucky I'm not going into a stand up routine right now. I mean, this is more uncomfortable then telling my college buddies that my father was the lead in an all male burlesque show in Vegas... Ohhhh... The silence that followed." Monica stared at him and Chandler looked off to the side.
"Hey... de ja voux."
"Chandler, really. I mean it... You're m closest guy friend. How could we do this?" Monica moaned and fell into Joey's chair beside him. They both sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to think of a reasonable explanation.
"Maybe it's because we're so close anyways in our drunken state it... made sense," Chandler thought aloud. Monica nodded. They had been friends for years, she met Chandler when she was in high school.
"I should be lucky it wasn't Joey's bed I woke up in."
"Yeah... could you imagine... and his pick-up line on you would have been, without a doubt, 'how you doin'?" Chandler laughed, imitating Joey. Monica snickered for a moment then realizing the seriousness of the situation that they had tried to get around.
"Does Joey know?"
"That his pick-up line is stupid?...Sadly no."
"Does he know about us?" Monica asked again.
"Yeah, I told him."
"What?! Chandler!"
"Oh come on! It's not like you don't tell Rachel everything! I was freakin' out!"
"Shit... What are we going to do? Will he tell anyone?"
"No. It is Joey, but he's not that stupid."
"What are we gonna do about us?" Monica asked, looked at Chandler. He shrugged, staring ahead of him.
"I'm all for pretending it never happened."
"Me too." Chandler looked at the woman beside him and she reached over to hug him.
"I'm sorry. I think I just dumped you after a one night stand," he mumbled into her hair.
"Well... it's my fault as much as yours. I'm sorry it will be awkward from now on."
"Yeah... never tell anyone?"
"Promise."
"Mostly Ross. He'll kill me... or try to kick my ass with his 'kara-tay'."
"Sure... you okay with this?"
"Not really no. But then again, why would I be?"
"...No."
"Awesome. Well... it was a mistake, you know? Let's get past it. We have to try at least." Chandler tried to smile and Monica nodded and reached over to hug him again. He sighed, letting go any hope of her falling in love with him like he recently had fallen in love with her.
Chandler gawked at the fact that Monica was asleep next to him and froze, realizing he wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Shit," he muttered and scanned the room for where his clothes were. He slid out of the bed carefully so she wouldn't wake up and tip-toed across the floor, grabbing his boxers that hug over a lamp and pulling them on. A blue shirt caught his attention and he carefully picked it up, noticing it glittered in the dim light. It was Monica's.
Why was Monica in his bed? What had he done? Chandler sadly shook his head and pulled a tee shirt out of a drawer and pulled it on, carefully opening his bedroom door and sneaking out, closing it behind him. Joey looked up from his place at his stool and tipped his glass of milk to him.
"Joe I-"
"Way to go man. I'm proud."
"No Joey, you don't-"
"So what's she like? How did you meet her?"
"...It's Monica." Joey paused then looked behind him at the closed door to their apartment, shrugging when no one was there.
"No man, she didn't come in... I'd of heard her or seen her."
"No Joe... It's Monica," Chandler whispered, tilting his head to his bedroom. Joey stared at Chandler in confusion then his eyes widened and his mouth fell open, pointing at the door. Chandler nodded and he fell into his chair, holding his hands over his face.
"That was Mon in there?!"
"Please keep it down, man." They sat in silence and Joey looked down at the floor, nervously motioning with his hands.
"Well... what are you going to do?... You know, when she wakes up?"
"I was considering moving her to her bed so that way when she wakes up, she'd never know."
"Are you serious?"
"Sadly, yes."
"But you can't do that! You'll feel terrible every time you see her! And what if she wakes up and remembers?"
"Yeah...," Chandler frowned, realizing Joey was right about something for once. Monica deserved the truth.
"So... I'm gonna take off," Joey said, getting up and grabbing his coat. Chandler spun around and his mouth fell open.
"You're leaving?"
"I'm afraid of her as it is! I don't want to be here when she wakes up... no offense or anything." Chandler nodded and turned around; facing the cartoon Joey had been watching.
"Bye Chan. Good luck."
"Thanks," he frowned, not really paying attention to the cat that was chasing the mouse on his TV. He wondered what her reaction would be when she woke up, what she would say to him. In a typical Monica fashion, she'd yell in a motherly fashion, scolding him. It was his fault after all; it was what he believed to be true. He had never been in this position before, not even with a stranger. It would have been easier to wake up next to someone he didn't know at all, but he had to wake up to his closest female friend.
The bedroom door opened minutes later and Chandler took a deep breath and looked up. She had pulled one of his tee shirts on; it came down to her knees. Her eyes were swollen and red and her hair was messy.
"Chandler... What's going on here?"
"I don't know Mon... I woke up and you were next to me... Do you remember the bar last night?"
"... What bar."
"Great. That's-There was a party at a bar last night for Phoebe."
"There was?... I just remember talking to you. Or... something about you."
"Yeah that's... Okay. Mon I think last night we... had... uhm... we had sex," he said quicky, wanting to get it out but afraid to look at her.
"I wouldn't have. I don't think I was that drunk."
"You really know how to boost my ego."
"Chandler."
"Mon, I make joked when I'm uncomfortable. It's my way to lighten the mood. You're lucky I'm not going into a stand up routine right now. I mean, this is more uncomfortable then telling my college buddies that my father was the lead in an all male burlesque show in Vegas... Ohhhh... The silence that followed." Monica stared at him and Chandler looked off to the side.
"Hey... de ja voux."
"Chandler, really. I mean it... You're m closest guy friend. How could we do this?" Monica moaned and fell into Joey's chair beside him. They both sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to think of a reasonable explanation.
"Maybe it's because we're so close anyways in our drunken state it... made sense," Chandler thought aloud. Monica nodded. They had been friends for years, she met Chandler when she was in high school.
"I should be lucky it wasn't Joey's bed I woke up in."
"Yeah... could you imagine... and his pick-up line on you would have been, without a doubt, 'how you doin'?" Chandler laughed, imitating Joey. Monica snickered for a moment then realizing the seriousness of the situation that they had tried to get around.
"Does Joey know?"
"That his pick-up line is stupid?...Sadly no."
"Does he know about us?" Monica asked again.
"Yeah, I told him."
"What?! Chandler!"
"Oh come on! It's not like you don't tell Rachel everything! I was freakin' out!"
"Shit... What are we going to do? Will he tell anyone?"
"No. It is Joey, but he's not that stupid."
"What are we gonna do about us?" Monica asked, looked at Chandler. He shrugged, staring ahead of him.
"I'm all for pretending it never happened."
"Me too." Chandler looked at the woman beside him and she reached over to hug him.
"I'm sorry. I think I just dumped you after a one night stand," he mumbled into her hair.
"Well... it's my fault as much as yours. I'm sorry it will be awkward from now on."
"Yeah... never tell anyone?"
"Promise."
"Mostly Ross. He'll kill me... or try to kick my ass with his 'kara-tay'."
"Sure... you okay with this?"
"Not really no. But then again, why would I be?"
"...No."
"Awesome. Well... it was a mistake, you know? Let's get past it. We have to try at least." Chandler tried to smile and Monica nodded and reached over to hug him again. He sighed, letting go any hope of her falling in love with him like he recently had fallen in love with her.