(Short) author note: Heeeey :)

This is the first chapter that has more than 1000 words! Jeeeh, words ^^ (Yes, I know it's a stupid thing to know, but I think I did quite good :)). Hope you'll like it!

-Xxx- Whatzupp

Disclaimer: I don't own friends. No, I don't want to talk about it :(

Chapter 6: "Goodnight Monica, merry Christmas"

Monica and Chandler are sitting on the couch. It was only just 11 o'clock when they had finished the movie and, after it had almost seemed Chandler had to cry from relieve at the end of the movie, they just started talking about… well, just about whatever came up in their minds.

"So he just called in sick and said he couldn't come?" Monica cries out of laughter.

"Yes, and the sad thing is that the next day his teacher called him while he was on the beach and he said that he knew what Ross was doing and that he was on vacation now." Chandler tells her enthusiastically.

"Oh my god, my brother is so stupid! What happened next?"

"Well, we were sitting there under our parasol and he started jabbing away a whole story about how this was his 'special treatment' for his very exotic cold and so the teacher said that he would call the school and that he would get suspended etcetera. So then Ross started crying and begging and he said that he would never do it again and stuff."

"Dude, did he get suspended?!" She asks amazed that she had never heard this story before.

"Well, no. It wasn't like a real teacher you know, but just one of my buddies on the phone trying to upset him." He says victoriously.

"God Chandler!" She shouts while she playfully hits him on his arm "You knew how much he cared about school and stuff! Why would you bully him like that?!"

"First of all, ouch?!" He exclaims while pointing at his left arm "And second of all, I had really good reasons for doing that..."

"Aw, did he pull your ponytail during recess? Do I have to call my mother so you can tattle tale about what he did?" she says while forging a sad face towards Chandler.

"First of all, you are not nice and I really don't wanna play with you anymore" he jokes and Monica starts smiling "and also, he was being totally annoying! He kept going on about how he was 'so much smarter' and how he would get 'the perfect job' and stuff."

"O, so that's a reason to make my brother cry?" She questions him a bit annoyed.

"Have you ever heard Ross talk about how great he is?" Monica thinks for a second and then makes a 'you've got a point' face "And I didn't want to make him cry, how should I have known that he is so sensitive?!"

"Have you ever heard Ross talk about his feelings?" Monica shoots back while taking a sip from her coffee.

"Yeah, okay, maybe it was a little bit my intension to make him cry. But okay, I've told you my secret, now it's your turn."

"I don't wanna" She looks down ashamed while taking another sip from her huge cup of coffee.

"Come on, you've promised me that if I would tell you about that secret you would tell me yours!" He says smiling.

"Okay, but you've to promise me not to laugh yes? So, you remember when I dated fun Bobby?" Her face starts to get a bit red.

"Yes, he is a great guy, so sweet and that hair, man I'd…" Chandler says a bit lost in thought.

"Okay, do you want a secret or a nice date?" She says while looking at him sarcastically.

"Go on…" He says a bit ashamed too now.

"Yeah, well, one day we started fooling around and..." She stops and starts shaking her head while laughing slightly.

"And what Monica?" Chandler asks with a wondering look on his face.

"Okay, come stand next to me," she says, directing Chandler to go stand in front of the window "you see that underwear there on that telephone pole? Yep, that's mine."

"That thing that the street light is shining on now?! O Monica, you're so bad!" Chandler says with a high voice, trying to sound like a women "How did that happen?"

"Well, we were having sex on the terrace and some way it ended up there. I've tried to get it away like a million times, but it just won't come off."

"Oh my god, that's so weird." Chandler is looking flabbergasted at the piece of clothing "I-I-I think I can never look through that window again without having to laugh." He says while bursting into laughter.

"Chandler! You promised not to laugh." She exclaims, also laughing now.

"Okay-okay, I'll stop. But it's still very funny." He says while wiping a few tears of laughter out of his eyes.

"Well, because that secret was way better than your sad little secret, do you have a nice one left?

"Well, as you are one of the few that already knows about my nubbin..."

"You mean your third nipple." She interrupts him happily.

"Yeah, I still prefer nubbin. But since you know that awful thing, there isn't really anything good left to tell."

It's now four o'clock in the morning and Chandler & Monica have been talking, gossiping and laughing all night. They are still sitting on the couch and are both very tired.

"Man, we've had a long night." Monica says yawning.

"Yeah, I know." Chandler answers, trying to keep his eyes open.

"And we've eaten a lot too." Monica says while pointing at all the boxes, cartons, bags and plates on the floor.

"We ate a lot? I wasn't the one that decided to order a pizza at two in the morning." He says grinning.

"What are you trying to say? That I'm even better at eating than you?" She says smiling, but that quickly turns into gaping too.

"O, I won't argue with you about that…" Chandler also gives a little yawn now.

"Yeah, well..." Monica starts shooting back, but she falls asleep in the middle of the sentence.

"So that's that, I think we can agree that I've won this Mon." Chandler says looking endearingly at Monica as he gently picks her up and brings her to her room. He lies his friend down in her perfectly made bed, takes off her slippers and quietly tucks her in.

"Goodnight Monica, merry Christmas." Chandler says softly and he kisses her forehead. He walks back into the living room, cleans up most of the mess and falls asleep on Monica's and Phoebe's couch.