AN: I would like to take a moment to acknowledge the two more people who reviewed, this time the second chapter: dizuz and miacarretto17, the later of which I had a brief pleasant conversation with. Anyways, please rate and review. Seeing reviews makes me very happy, so please.

Disclaimer: Well, the word says it all, I don't own FRIENDS.

Previously in chapter 2:

"Hey Mon." I say with a smile.

"Hello Chandler." She replies with a smile so genuine it melts my heart.

"I missed you yesterday. I couldn't stop thinking about spending time with you tonight." I say, still hugging her.

She smiles sweetly before breaking free of my arms. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, unable to stop smiling.

"So…what do you want to do?" she asks.

Chapter 3:

I smile slightly at Monica, unable to restrain the joy it brings me to be around her. No one has ever had this kind of affect on me. I run my fingers through my hair, as I tend to when I think.

The apartment is pristine as usual, everything perfectly aligned. I can't help but smile involuntarily, knowing that Monica would have it no other way. We have at least five hours before the others would return…that's right…five hours of listening about dinosaurs. I do not envy my friends in the least.

"Well," I say thoughtfully, "We could watch a movie."

Monica looks content with that for a moment before her face immediately falls.

"I don't have any good movies here." She says in a downcast voice.

"Then we can go get one." I respond, immediately pleased with the thought of walking with Monica to the video store.

Monica smiles at me again, and I can't help but feel a great sense of satisfaction, knowing I was the one who put it there.

"I think I can manage a little evening stroll with my Chandler." She says in her sweet voice.

I smile at her before quickly saying, "I'll be right back."

I shoot across the hall, grabbing my jacket from the counter, struggling to put it on as I cross back to Monica's apartment. I blush in embarrassment as she smirks, finding me fighting against my coat quite amusing. She herself has put on her beautiful black pea coat, looking absolutely amazing as usual.

"I'm glad you find my struggles so amusing." I say, doing my best to sound upset, but not really sounding convincing.

"They are." She replies simply, still smirking.

"Touché" I reply as I finally get my left arm into the sleeve, "Well, shall we?" I ask, offering her my hand.

I feel a rush of warmth as she grabs my hand. I don't even need to look at her to know she is smiling as we walk out of the apartment and down to the street. It is a brisk November evening, and the sky was already darkening. I can feel her shivering a bit as we walk, so I, not even realizing I was doing so, draw her closer to me, so we could share in each other's warmth.

After walking the five blocks to the video store I cannot help but grin as Monica quickly walks inside, though be it from excitement or the cold, I don't know. I follow her in, surprised to find her already in an aisle. I start to walk towards her, until something catches my eye.

Die Hard Three: Die Hard: With a Vengeance

I know Joey would kill to have this movie, and I feel kind of bad for keeping secrets from him. Perhaps giving him this movie will help me soothe my unnecessary guilty conscience.

I take the movie from the shelf, and turn to go find Monica, leaping probably about two feet in the air and letting out an unintelligible noise that was borderline girlish scream when she is right in front of me.

I'll never live that one down.

I can tell she is trying to suppress her laughter. I clear my throat and adjust my shirtsleeves under the guise of dusting off my shirt as an attempt to regain my composure…and to try to salvage my pride.

Monica has finally gotten control of her mirth enough to speak, though I am not sure whether I am thankful for that.

"Chandler, look." She says, holding up three movies. "These are probably like, my three favorite movies."

"That's wonderful Mon." I say sincerely, taking a look at the movies.

Casablanca

You've Got Mail

When Harry met Sally

I want Monica to be happy, but I can already see myself trying hard to stay awake during the classic romance movies. Plastering on a smile, I look back up at Mon and say, "Let's go check out then."

It is one of two things. I am either really good at faking, or she is too excited about watching the movies with me that she doesn't notice or care. At the thought of the latter, I can't help but feel a flash of guilt. Then and there, I decide that whether or not I like the movies, I'm doing it for Monica…and if she's happy, then I'm happy.

She smiles, then walks up to the counter. I wince when I see who will be checking us out…well, actually, checking Monica out. The Cashier is what could be called the rugged handsome…which is enough to flare up my own insecurities. What's worse is he is obviously flirting with Monica.

I involuntarily step forward and take Monica's hand, feeling a slight possessiveness, and trying to let Mr. Romeo know that she is taken in a way that wont end in me getting beat up in a dark alley tomorrow.

I place Die Hard down next to Monica's movies and take out my wallet ready to pay. I wince when I realize the guy hadn't exactly gotten the implication of them being together as he slid Casablanca into the bag without scanning it.

"That one's on me." He says in his perfect voice, and I can't help but think bitterly that he is probably late to a photo shoot.

I impatiently wait to see the total cost. The moment it came up I put the money on the counter, slapping it down a bit harder than I meant to. I grab the bag with the movies and walk quickly out of the store, in my insecure irritation not bothering to check if Monica is behind me.

Finally I sense her walking beside me on the sidewalk as we make our way to the apartment. We walk in silence, and perhaps that is what tips her off, as I normally would have broken it long ago.

"What is with you Chandler?" she asks sharply, obviously deciding she wouldn't bother easing into the conversation.

"Nothing. Everything's fine Mon." I reply, hoping it didn't sound too forced.

"You expect me to believe that when we just walked five blocks in complete silence? That is so unlike you Chandler. I trust my intuition enough to be able tell when something is bothering you."

"Mon, seriously, everything's fine!" I say, getting a bit agitated, knowing how unconvincing that argument was.

"Chandler, come on."

"Monica, everything is fine, would you please get off my back?!" I snap.

The look on her face makes me wince, as I realize what I just said and did. I am conflicted between my irritation and insecurities and the fact that I was pushing away Monica when she has done nothing wrong. I realize I have little choice and when we are standing in the hallway between our apartments, I speak my mind.

"Mon, I, I need some time just to you know, uh, be on my own…maybe shower." I say, finishing it in hopes to make it sound like nothing was wrong.

Monica shakes her head as she turns to look at me, slight anger in her eyes, mixed with an exhausted sympathy.

"You know what Chandler? I'm so tired of this. It seems like whenever we go out some place together, just the two of us it ends this way. I've let these little moods slide before, but I'm tired of trying to help and having you shut me out." She says, starting to really seem heated.

"Monica, I-"

She cuts me off as she continues. "Chandler, don't even try. Maybe later you'll be ready to talk, but you obviously aren't now, so like I just said, don't try. You'll only make things worse. I'll see you later." She finishes with an exhausted sigh, walking into her apartment and closing the door, leaving me in the hallway to ponder what I had just done.

Now even more moody, a mixture of sadness, insecurity, and irritation, I plop down on my barcalounger, once again so very tired of the crap I put myself through.

I stare at the blank TV screen, letting my mind wander desperately trying to fix my jumbled thoughts so I could put them into words. Then maybe I could explain my moodiness to Monica without seeming too much the idiot.

When I glance at the clock, I realize with a start that it has been nearly 45 minutes since my spat with Monica. I am about to stand up when I hear the door open behind me, and there is Monica, trying not to look too concerned.

"Monica, I-"

She cuts me off once again as she looks at me, trying to harden her façade. "Chandler, if you aren't ready, then don't talk. I just came to drop off the movie you bought."

"But Mon, I am ready. Please, just don't hate me for how I snapped at you earlier; how I kept pushing you away." My voice cracks a little bit at the end, as I desperately hope that she wont.

Monica looks at me for a moment, then without a word came and sat down across from him in Joey's barcalounger. Her silence urges me to continue.

"Okay, so uh, please don't hate me and everything, but you're right. I do get moody every time we go out alone. It's just me and my stupid insecurities. Tonight at the video store I was so happy to be with you, but then, the cashier, Mr. I'm so perfect, was flirting with you…"

Monica wants to interject something, I can tell, but she doesn't. She lets me continue to ramble.

"And then I got all possessive. I wanted so badly for him to stop, and I tried to make it as obvious as possible we were together, but he didn't even notice…it was like-"

I drop off, afraid to continue, to reveal my innermost insecurities, afraid Monica will think I am crazy, or too much work to bother staying with.

She looks at me, urging me to continue, to tell her what had been bothering me all those times.

I study my feet as I continue, unable to meet her gaze. "It was like he thought I was nothing. Like he didn't believe I could possibly last. That scared me a little, well a lot. It scared me because, I can't tell you how many times I've thought like that. How many times I tell myself how it is surreal how anyone like you could ever stay with someone like me. You're so beautiful, smart, strong, and I'm, well, me."

I look up sheepishly, still unsure whether or not I wanted to see her response on her face or in her eyes. I am startled to find that she is right beside me, squatting next to the chair. Her eyes are soft, so soft as she looks at me and gently brushes a strand of hair that has fallen out of my face.

"Chandler."

Her voice is so soft, so gentle and caring as she says my name. Her finger gently lifts my chin up, and before I know it, her lips are on mine, kissing me softly but passionately, trying to reassure me in the way words couldn't.

I don't know how long the kiss has lasted, but when she finally breaks and I look into her eyes and I have the best answer I could have ever gotten. I clapse into her arms as she hugs me, and I manage to hug her back.

Maybe sharing how I felt was a good thing because now, I am sure of one thing…

This is where I want to be.

AN: Sorry it took so long to update, but life has been keeping me busy. And by life, I mean Chores, Music, and School. Nothing like taking two highschool courses and thus taking two midterms, while in middle school. Since I have no plan for where this story is going to go, this chapter changed drastically from what I planned it to be, but I think it turned out fine. Anyways, read and review, pretty please?