A/N: I'm so incredibly sorry about the far too lengthy delay with this chapter. I can't even blame school work this time; this was completely on me. But I do think the extra time this chapter took was good for it. In the original plan, Chapter 7 was going to be the end of this fic, but I decided parts of it needed to be in Monica's head, so there's going to be two pretty short chapters after this. They're already fairly well outlined in the margins of my econ, stats, and politics notebooks, so they shouldn't take too long to get up (of course I said that last time, and look what happened there).

Anyway, you guys really are amazing, and your reviews, favorites, and follows really and truly mean the world to me. Thank you guys so much for following along with this, delays and all. You all are the best.

Disclaimer: I don't own Friends, but some dialogue is taken from "TOW Ross and Rachel… You Know" and "TOW Joey Moves Out."


Chandler's gaze remained on the apartment door as Monica disappeared into the hallway. Monica had looked pretty close to this freaked out the other night when they had almost kissed, but Chandler had at least understood why that time; this was just out of the blue. One second she was trying not to smile as she handed a sandwich to Joey, and the next she was staring at Chandler as though he had suddenly mutated into some sort of monster.

Did I do something to let her know that I like her and is that what made her run off? Chandler thought to himself as he finally turned back to the TV, his eyes not seeing the characters that drifted across the screen. That sounds about right for my life right now. What is wrong with me?

He shook his head and turned down to the sandwich in his lap that Monica had practically thrown at him in her effort to get out of their apartment as fast as possible. At least this sandwich won't run away at the sight of me, he thought dejectedly, removing the paper it was wrapped in. Maybe Joey has his priorities right.

Beside Chandler, Joey was already three-quarters of the way through his sandwich, an enormous grin plastered on his face as his eyes remained fixed on the TV. That's the life, Chandler reflected. A sandwich, a recliner, a big TV, and no worries about why your best friend, who you've basically fallen in love with, seems scared to be in the same room with you.

Chandler sighed. There was no question in his mind now that he was in love with Monica, but at the same time he was completely certain that she didn't feel the same way, and, judging by the events of a few minutes before, she would never feel the same way.

Phoebe had tried to get him to open up about his feelings for Monica, but he wouldn't budge. Phoebe knew that he liked her, and that was it. Chandler hated to even think about it himself, let alone talk to anyone else about it. It was just too painful.

Stupid Phoebe, making me confront my feelings, Chandler thought to himself, taking a slightly-more-menacing-than-necessary bite of his sandwich. I'd probably be living happily in denial right now if it wasn't for her.

As if on cue, Phoebe's voice filled the room, the apartment door opening behind him and Joey. "Okay, we have got to get you lazy boys out of these chairs."

Chandler and Joey ignored their friend until she walked into the apartment and stood directly in front of the TV.

The guys immediately objected, waiving their friend away from the screen.

Phoebe sighed, exasperatedly. "You know, you guys should go outside and be with the three-dimensional people."

Chandler shrugged. Getting out of his recliner would mean seeing Monica, and he was pretty sure she didn't want to be around him right now.

"No," Joey replied, flipping through channels, "inside good, outside bad."

"You guys are so pathetic," Phoebe said, walking around to stand between their chairs. "I, oh, OH XANADU! OH!" she exclaimed, grabbing a stool and sitting down in between the recliners at the sight of the film.

Chandler smirked slightly as he turned to Joey. "She's one of us now."

The hours slipped by as the trio stared at the lit up screen in front of them. Joey periodically switched from one channel to another, but, besides that, nothing changed. Chandler kept his focus on TV and as far away as possible from the woman across the hall.

The light outside the window gradually faded away, and Joey's stomach audibly growled.

"Time for food?" Phoebe asked, raising her eyebrows.

Joey perked his head up. "How about Chinese? We can just get it delivered to Monica's like we did for lunch."

Chandler shrunk down in his seat. "I don't know about that. I don't think it's right to make her do that again. She seemed pretty annoyed by it earlier." The corners of Chandler's mouth moved downward as his mind turned to his friend for the first time in hours.

At Chandler's words, Phoebe seemed to snap out of his TV induced trance, refocusing her eyes on Chandler and giving him a searching look as though to ask what had happened.

Chandler didn't look at her, instead keeping his eyes locked on his feet.

Phoebe seemed to consider the situation before finally sighing. "Okay, if you get Chinese delivered here, I can get up and get it."

Chandler finally turned to his friend and offered her a grateful smile and a nod as he reached for the phone. He may have been annoyed at his friend for constantly pressing him for information, but it was really nice to know that Phoebe had at least some idea what he was going through with Monica.

Chandler ordered food for the three of them, and then they resumed their obsessive TV watching.

Half an hour later the apartment door opened, marking the entrance of Ross and Rachel, about to go out on their second date.

"Well, we just wanted to stop by and, uh, say goodnight," Ross said slowly from the doorway.

"Goodnight," chorused the trio at the TV, each offering a slight wave back at their friends.

"Look at that, they won't even turn their heads," Ross said to Rachel disappointedly.

Rachel sighed. "Alright you guys, taking off my shirt."

Joey pulled out a small dentist's mirror to see behind him. He grinned as he saw the reflection. "Nah, she's lying!"

The buzzer sounded by the front door.

"Could you get that?" Chandler asked, eyes still glued to the screen.

Chandler heard Ross scoff, but he pressed the intercom button anyway. "Yes?"

"Chinese delivery for Chandler Bing," the voice on the other end responded.

"Seriously?" Ross directed at the group by the TV. "Come on up," he added to the deliveryman, pressing the button to let him in.

When the man arrived at the apartment a few minutes later, Ross reluctantly took the food and paid for it using money that Chandler had passed to him without moving his head. As annoyed by Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe as he seemed to be, Ross was still a good sport.

As Chandler distributed the food among Joey, Phoebe, and himself, Ross's beeper went off, and a quick phone call informed him of a museum emergency that he had to attend to.

As he and Rachel began to leave the apartment, Phoebe finally turned to face them.

"Rach, did you see Monica this afternoon?" she asked.

Chandler's ears perked up at Monica's name, and he inclined his head back slightly to hear the conversation.

"Hmm," Rachel thought for a moment. "I don't think so. I got off work an hour or two ago, but I don't think I actually saw her in the apartment. I don't know what she's doing."

Phoebe nodded as though she had almost expected this and finally stood up, Chinese food in hand. "I'll go see if I can find her. I think I need to get out of here."

Ross and Rachel laughed and exited, Phoebe following them after throwing one last look at Chandler, which he pretended not to notice.

As Chandler and Joey ate in relative silence, still focused on the TV in front of them, Chandler strained his ears to hear anything happening in the apartment across the hall. But his listening proved fruitless, as he heard nothing besides the closing of a door, which marked Phoebe's entrance into the girl's apartment.

Chandler sighed slightly as the minutes ticked by; it seemed he wasn't going to see Monica for the rest of the night.

But, just after ten, an alarm went off loudly, jerking Chandler and Joey out of their now Beavis and Butt-head-centric stupor.

"Is that the fire alarm?" Joey asked, glancing at Chandler.

"Yeah." Chandler reached down and felt the floor. "Oh, it's not warm yet; we still have time."

"Cool," Joey replied, turning back to the TV.

A minute later Chandler finally sighed as the alarm continued. "I guess we should probably go."

Joey nodded at him glumly. "Yeah."

The pair quickly made it out of their apartment to join the rest of the tenants on the sidewalk.

"Probably just some guy who burnt his food or something," Joey said as they walked through the small crowd of people.

Chandler started to respond, but then he spotted a small dark-haired woman standing alone on the sidewalk rubbing her arms to keep warm. Monica.

"Hey! Monica!" Chandler called to her before he could stop himself.

She looked around to see who had said her name, and finally locked eyes with Chandler. Her expression more closely resembled a deer in the headlights than any expression Chandler had ever seen. She seemed completely shocked to see him, as though Chandler was some terrifying figure from her past rather than one of her closest friends.

Joey started walking toward her quickly, already yelling to ask her if she knew what had happened.

Monica just shook her head, her eyes retreating to the ground as Joey, followed more slowly by Chandler, reached her.

"Good to see you guys out of your recliners," she said finally, looking up at Joey rather than Chandler.

Joey laughed in reply. "Most comfortable couple days of my life for sure."

Monica nodded absently, her eyes returning to the sidewalk.

"You're lucky we didn't have Chinese delivered to your place for dinner," Joey continued. "Phoebe and I were up for it, but Chandler said it would bother you too much."

At this statement, Monica glanced sideways at Chandler, fear still behind her eyes.

He offered her a shrug and a small smile, and he was sure that for the briefest of moments a ghost of a smile appeared on Monica's face before she turned back down to the ground.

Chandler felt more confused than before. He couldn't think of any reason for her to be freaked out, but then that little smile made it seem like she was okay. It all just made no sense.

Finally they were given the all-clear to go back inside, the alarm having indeed been caused by a one of the other tenants burning his late dinner.

Chandler, Joey, and Monica walked back up to their floor together and said their goodnights in the hallway, Monica still avoiding his eyes. Chandler hated it, but there wasn't anything he could do; this was something Monica was going to have to figure out herself. He really didn't know what was happening.

The next day, Chandler sat at the bar with Joey as they ate breakfast, Joey conversationally bringing up odd topics like Captain Crunch's Eyebrows, just like any other Sunday morning.

But as Joey finished his cereal, he licked his spoon, and then threw it unceremoniously back in the drawer, as though that was something he did everyday. Chandler was scandalized, but soon found that Joey not only regularly put back spoons without actually washing them, but also had used Chandler's toothbrush both to brush his teeth and to unclog the toilet.

As Joey walked back into his room, Chandler remained in the kitchen, disgusted by his friend's living habits. Joey had always been a pretty great roommate, but apparently Chandler had given him a little more credit than he deserved.

Chandler shuddered one more time, but then decided that all he could do was put this out of his mind and hope that Joey had learned something from their conversation.

Joey's spoon-licking, however, was only the beginning of Chandler's crappy week. Monday morning he discovered that he had a major presentation to do for Friday, among other excessively boring and mind-numbing tasks required by his stupid job. As he sifted through the pile of papers that had materialized on his desk over the weekend, it quickly became clear that he was going to have to work late this entire week.

Chandler could handle issues with Joey, and he could handle working late at a job that he really didn't like, but what Chandler couldn't deal with was Monica. He was going crazy trying to figure out what was going on with her, completely ignoring his assertion from Saturday night that Monica needed to work through whatever this was herself. She hadn't met his eyes in days, and she would almost run out of rooms if Chandler was in them, making excuses about cooking or cleaning, which everyone seemed to buy. Even Phoebe, who had stopped badgering Chandler about Monica since he was spending so much time at work and so little time with the rest of the group, didn't have any side-glances for Monica when she sped away from Chandler.

He started dreading getting home every night because he knew that he would see Monica and have to go through the torture of "is she going to look at me today?" Chandler couldn't take it. He was sick of little things making Monica ignore him. He just wanted his best friend back.

Finally Saturday morning came; his presentation was over, and Joey had invited him to go to a brunch with one of his co-stars.

Before they left, they stopped in at the girl's apartment.

Chandler and Joey greeted Monica and Phoebe, who were sitting at the kitchen table.

Monica, as per her behavior the last week, kept her eyes down as she offered a quiet "hey."

"Ooh look at you fancy lads!" Phoebe asked Chandler and Joey jovially. "What's the occasion?"

Joey explained about the brunch just as Rachel came out of her room calling over to Phoebe. "Okay, ready when you are."

"I can't believe you guys are actually getting tattoos," Monica said, shaking her head, a laughter in her voice that Chandler had not heard directed toward him for the entire week.

Chandler put down his glass of orange juice, not having heard about Rachel and Phoebe's plan before. "Excuse me, you guys are getting tattoos?"

"Yes," Rachel replied, a degree of excitement in her voice, "but you cannot tell Ross cause I want to surprise him."

As Phoebe described the lily tattoo she planned on getting on her shoulder in honor of her mother, Ross walked in and asked what she was talking about.

After a half-hearted lie, Phoebe finally broke down and told Ross she was getting a tattoo.

This weakness of Phoebe under pressure reminded Chandler of that day in the coffee house back in November, before things had gotten so complicated and when Monica would still look at him.

Ross, the gang discovered, actually was against tattoos, putting a little snag in Rachel's plan.

Before Ross could figure anything out, Monica distracted him. "Ross, come sign this birthday card for Dad. We have to head out soon."

Phoebe looked up at Monica curiously. "Is Dr. Burke coming to your dad's party too?"

Monica narrowed her eyes at her friend and shrugged. "Yeah, probably. He's my dad's best friend."

Something stirred in Chandler's mind at the mention of this Dr. Burke. "Wait, is that the guy you catered for last week?"

Monica didn't answer.

Phoebe, clearly recognizing that her friend didn't want to talk about it, decided to respond to Chandler's question herself. "Yeah, that was Dr. Burke. He was totally flirting with Monica while we were there too. He kept making jokes about ophthalmologists, and then he asked Monica if she wanted an eye exam. I'm pretty sure that's eye doctor code for asking her out."

Ross opened his mouth indignantly, turning to Monica. "Dr. Burke was flirting with you? He's like 50!"

Phoebe shook her head dreamily. "Who cares if he's 50? He's sophisticated and tall and so handsome."

"And that mustache," Rachel added nodding along with Phoebe's words.

Ross turned his gaze to Rachel. "You too?"

Rachel shrugged. "Dr. Burke is really sexy, Ross. Sorry." Then she narrowed her eyes and looked down at Monica. "How come you didn't tell me he was flirting with you? That's something I would have wanted to hear about!"

Monica shrugged in lieu of an answer as she glanced down at her watch. "Time to go, Ross. See you guys later."

Ross kissed Rachel quickly and then followed his sister out the door.

"We should head out too, Chandler," Joey said, setting down his cup of coffee.

Chandler nodded absently, following his friend out the door. Was this sexy Dr. Burke guy why Monica had been acting so weird in the past week? Of course Monica probably liked him, even though he was friends with her parents. The way that Phoebe and Rachel were going on about him just confirmed this fact in Chandler's mind. Was she being weird about Chandler because she knew that he liked her, but she didn't like him? Was she having some secret affair with this doctor guy, and was that why she wouldn't answer any questions about him?

Chandler halted his train of thought, knowing he was probably blowing things a little out of proportion. Still, it was odd that Monica started acting weird around Chandler right when she met Dr. Burke. Chandler sighed, wishing for the millionth time that week that things with Monica would just go back to normal.

Chandler was relatively preoccupied as they arrived at Joey's co-star's apartment, but an offer from the other actor for Joey to buy his apartment pulled Chandler back to reality.

Joey would never move out, would he? Chandler thought to himself as his friend walked off to look at the apartment's kitchen. No, that'd be crazy; Joey can barely even pay rent with me, much less get a place for himself. But Chandler was still worried. He didn't want to lose his "best bud," as proclaimed by their matching gold bracelets that had mysteriously gone missing just a day after he and Joey got them. Chandler was pretty sure Joey would never find them hidden deep under Chandler's mattress.

When Joey returned from the tour of the apartment, Chandler tried to act normal, but the prospect of Joey moving out really bothered him, so he asked him about it on their way home.

Joey said over and over that he wasn't interested in his co-star's apartment, but Chandler could tell that there was more to it than that.

When they made it back to the apartment, Joey finally gave in. "Alright, you want the truth? I'm thinking about it."

Chandler froze. This was what he had been worried about, but he hadn't actually expected that it would come to this. "What?"

"I'm sorry," Joey said apologetically. "I'm 28 years old, I've never lived alone, and I'm finally at a place where I've got enough money that I don't need a roommate anymore."

Chandler immediately got defensive. Who was Joey to say he just didn't need him anymore? "Woah, woah, woah. I don't need a roommate either, OK?" he said confrontationally. "I can afford to live here by myself. Ya know, I may have to bring in somebody once a week to lick the silverware." He glared at his friend, referencing Joey's actions the previous weekend.

"What're you getting so bent out of shape for, huh?" Joey asked, clearly irritated. "It's not like we agreed to live together forever. We're not Bert and Ernie." He smirked at Chandler.

"I'm aware that we're not gay puppets, alright," Chandler replied indignantly. "Look, you know what? If this is the way you feel, then maybe you should take it." He picked up his jacket and started walking to his room.

"Well that's how I feel," Joey replied immediately.

Chandler stopped and turned back to him. "Well then maybe you should take it!"

"Well then maybe I will."

"Fine with me." Chandler turned back to his room.

"Great," Joey replied, walking over to his own door. "Then you'll be able to spend some more quality time with your real friends: the spoons!"

Both doors slammed simultaneously.

A few minutes later, Chandler heard Joey's door open and then the front door close, so Chandler slipped out into the living room.

He sighed and sunk down into his recliner. First Monica and now Joey? It seemed like that was all that was happening to him lately. Monica would start ignoring him, and then he would get in a fight with Joey. It was like nothing could ever go right for him if he didn't have Monica. Things were so much easier when he could talk to her. He knew that she would be able to help him figure out this mess with Joey in no time, and he almost got up to track her down in the other apartment before he remembered that she was at her parent's house with Ross for the day. Even if she was here, he though sullenly, who knows if I could have ever gotten her to talk to me anyway.

Chandler sighed again. He might have no way to fix things with Monica, but he could fix things with Joey. He stood and went to his room to grab his coat so he could run down to a store and grab them some dinner and a bag of plastic spoons as a peace offering.

He had only just started unpacking the bags from the store when Joey walked in the door.

The pair half-stammered apologies at each other until deciding that things were good between them.

"So I got you something," Chandler said, smiling, as he picked up the bag of spoons and tossed it to his friend.

"Plastic spoons," Joey grinned appreciatively. "These'll go great in my new place, you know, until I get real ones."

Chandler's face fell instantly. "What?"

Joey, not understanding, explained why he would need real spoons until Chandler stopped him, asking about his "new place."

"I'm moving out, like we talked about," Joey elaborated.

"Well, I didn't think that was serious," Chandler replied grabbing the bag of spoons back from his friend. "You know, I though that was just a fight."

Joey tried to explain himself, but Chandler didn't want to listen. Joey was moving out. After all these years. "Well, there you go."

Another comment from Chandler about the foosball table sparked another argument over who would get to keep it. Eventually Chandler challenged Joey to a game; the winner would get the table.

And about 20 minutes later that winner was Joey.

Chandler couldn't handle it. He didn't care about the table; he just wanted his friend.

Chandler grabbed his coat and opened the apartment door. "Congratulations." He shut it behind him probably harder than was necessary.

Chandler stood in the hallway for a moment, staring at Apartment 20 across the hall, knowing that this was the exact moment when he would have normally gone to talk to Monica. But he shook his head and turned to go down to the coffee house, hoping that the rest of the gang had better places to be that Saturday night.

Their orange couch was mercifully empty as Chandler walked in, ordered quickly, and sat down, sighing.

Gunther brought him a steaming cup, and Chandler thanked him absently.

He took a sip and set the mug down, grabbing a magazine from the table and carelessly flipping through the pages. This had really been one of the worst weeks he'd had in a long time, and there was no sign that things were going to get better.

After moping in the coffee house for half an hour, getting more and more upset as each minute passed, Chandler decided that he really needed some human company, so he headed back up to the girl's apartment, hoping to find Ross, Rachel, Phoebe, or a Monica who was okay with talking to him, if that was possible.

He entered the apartment and found Phoebe and Monica sitting at the kitchen table.

Phoebe instantly got up to show Chandler her tattoo, which was really just a tiny blue dot.

As Phoebe filled him in on she and Rachel's trip to the tattoo parlor, he grabbed a slice of pizza from a half empty box, suddenly realizing how hungry he was since he hadn't gotten to have dinner before he had left the apartment.

A few minutes later Joey walked in. "Hey guys, I have something to tell you."

Chandler gave his friend a half glance before staring down at his feet. If Joey told the rest of the group, that would make it official. This was really going to happen.

"I'll get Ross and Rachel," Phoebe said, standing up and walking to Rachel's door. She pounded on it for a moment. "JOEY HAS SOMETHING TO TELL US ALL. GET OUT HERE."

Chandler couldn't help but smile at Phoebe's words.

After a few minutes, Ross and Rachel appeared from Rachel's bedroom, each of them grinning widely and looking very disheveled.

Chandler saw Monica roll her eyes slightly at her brother and her roommate.

Joey instructed everyone to sit down in the living room as he stood up in front of the TV.

"Okay," he began, taking a deep breath. "The guy who had that brunch today is moving out soon, and he suggested I take his apartment. I've never lived alone, and I'm making enough money to afford this new place, so I've decided I'm gonna do it."

Ross shook his head slightly, and Phoebe and Rachel's mouths fell open, as they all stared at Joey. But Monica wasn't looking at Joey; her eyes had finally fallen on Chandler.

Chandler stared back at her, amazed by the fact that Monica had actually allowed herself to look at him.

She seemed like she was still wary of locking eyes with him, but more than that she looked concerned. Of course she, out of everyone, would understand how upset Joey moving out would make Chandler. Behind whatever façade she had been putting on in almost ignoring him for an entire week, she was still the same old Monica that understood him better than anyone.

And Chandler loved her for it.

Chandler didn't want to look away from his friend now that she had finally acknowledged his existence. He saw her take a quick breath as she continued to stare at him, and he noticed something else besides concern in her eyes, something he didn't recognize.

"Chandler, are you gonna be okay about this?" Joey's voice pulled Chandler away from Monica.

It took him a second to refocus, but then he shrugged. "Yeah, sure. No big deal." Chandler wasn't sure if Joey had bought his lie, and a quick glance over at Monica told Chandler that she certainly hadn't.

As upset as Chandler felt about Joey moving out, he still wished he could do his little happy dance. Monica still cared about him! Things could actually be okay!

Chandler tried to catch Monica's eye as he and Joey said their goodbyes and headed back to their apartment a half hour later, but, apart from offering him a wave and the ghost of a smile, Monica didn't look at him.

Still, it was progress.

Chandler slipped off to his room quickly, even though Joey seemed like he really wanted to talk to him. Chandler just really didn't feel up for it. Now that he was away from Monica - the only good thing that had come from this Saturday - he just wanted to be alone. It had been a long day.

The next week was difficult for Chandler, and he could tell that Joey was having a tough time too. The plan was for him to move in the following weekend, so Joey needed to pack up all his stuff. Chandler was helping him out whenever he could. He wanted to spend as much time with Joey as possible before their life as roommates finally came to an end.

Saturday morning arrived more quickly than Chandler wanted it to, and the whole gang came over early to help them load up the truck.

Chandler said a sad goodbye to the recliners and the TV as he, Joey, and Ross carried all the heavy stuff downstairs.

Eventually just a few boxes were left in the apartment.

"Hey, you guys are still gonna come visit me, right?" Joey asked worriedly.

"Oh yeah, you got the big TV. We'll be over there all the time." Ross stopped as he noticed Chandler glaring at him. "Except when we are here," he amended his statement.

"I know you're just moving uptown, but I'm really gonna miss you," Phoebe said sadly as she taped up a box.

Monica reached out to pat Joey's arm. "I know! How can you not be across the hall anymore?"

As Rachel offered her sentiments to Joey, Monica turned to glance at Chandler sympathetically, and he offered her a small smile in return.

Her eyes grew cloudy and her brow furrowed as though she was debating over something in her head.

Chandler wasn't able to consider Monica's expression as he was distracted by Joey who was explaining to Rachel why he had her bra.

"We, uh, we used it to, you know, fling water balloons off the roof." Joey looked over at Chandler. "Remember that? Those junior high kids couldn't even get theirs across the street."

Chandler nodded. "Yeah, I remember," he said softly.

The room grew quiet until Ross suggested that he and the girls take the rest of the boxes back to the truck.

Chandler and Joey were left alone in the barren apartment.

Chandler hopped off the counter where he had been sitting. "So, uh, you want me to give you a hand with the foosball table?" he asked, wanting things with Joey to end on a good note.

Joey looked at him for a moment. "Nah, you keep it," he said finally, offering him a small smile, "you need the practice."

"Thanks." Chandler knew this was about more than the foosball table.

"So, I guess this is it," Joey said finally.

"Yeah, right, yeah, I guess so," Chandler said, moving to usher Joey to the door.

Joey stopped by the doorframe and turned around. "Listen, uh, I don't know when I'm gonna see you again..."

"Well, I'm guessing tonight at the coffee house," Chandler replied in his usual joking tone.

Joey laughed slightly. "Right, yeah. Okay, um, take care."

"Yeah," Chandler replied quietly.

Joey stepped into the hallway, and Chandler closed the door behind him.

He turned back to the almost empty living room. Joey was really gone.

But suddenly he heard a noise behind him and a human sized object crashed into him.

Joey had come back for one last hug.

And then he left. For good this time. But Chandler was okay. Everything was going to be fine.

He halfheartedly spun one of the rods on the foosball table, and then slowly walked out of the kitchen, heading to his room.

But a noise behind him made him stop and turn around.

Monica was standing alone in the doorway, her face simultaneously nervous and resolute. That unfamiliar emotion Chandler had spotted in her face the weekend before was present even more strongly in her eyes.

Chandler had no idea what this was about.


A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading! Reviews are so appreciated!