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It was weird to wake up in my dorm, knowing that today was the last time I ever would. I lifted my upper body off the bed. Or tried to, anyway. Monica's limbs were tangled around me, holding me down beside her. She and Kip were fighting, and she refused to stay with him. I looked over and saw Ross's bed, empty and messy as usual. Monica stirred some, but laid her head on my chest. It made the green, jealous beast that now seemed to reside in me purr. I tried not to, but I couldn't help myself from kissing her head.
"Mmhmm…Chandler…" she mumbled. At first I thought she was awake, but her eyes were shut and she snored lightly. Was she dreaming of me?
"Chandler…Mmhmm…that tickles…Chandler,Chandler…CHANdler!" she moaned. Oh my God! She was dreaming about me!
"Hmm…What time is it?" she mumbled after opening her eyes a few moments later. I craned my neck to see to clock.
"Time to get up," I said. She nodded. I detangled myself from her, walking into the immaculate bathroom.
"Monica, did you clean last night?" I said, shocked at the sight of the counters and floor. So clean.
"Um… just a bit," she yelled from my bed. I laughed, shaking my head. I showered under the icy jet of water as quickly as possible. I clambered out after a moment, pulling various items of clothes on. Then I walked out back to my dorm.
"Oh, hi Mom," I said. Monica and my mother were sitting across from each other at the small table shove into the corner, chatting animatedly.
"Hi sweetie," she said, standing up to hug me. I kissed her cheek.
"What's up?" I asked. She raised her eyebrows.
"Came to see you graduate, since I missed your high school one," my mom said, fiddling with one of her many rings. I picked Monica up out of her chair, and as she squealed for me to put her down, I sat where she had been, and sat her on my lap. My mom threw me a look as Monica looked down blushing. I shook my head. She nodded.
"Well, I better go kids. I'll see you later," she said standing up.
"Bye Mom," I said.
"Bye, Ms. Bing," Monica said. Mom waved and left. Monica hit me.
"Why the HELL did you do that!" she asked furiously.
"We only have two chairs," I said shrugging. Monica rolled her eyes.
"Congradulations!" Monica almost deafened me, pulling me into a bone crushing embrace.
"Ouch, Mon!" I said jokingly. She kissed my cheek. I noticed she was wearing the bracelet I got her.
"So, what are you gonna do now that you have a degree and stuff?" she asked after releasing me from the death grip.
"My professor found me a really good job. What did Kip get you for your birthday?" I asked.
"Like you don't know!" she giggled.
"Right!" I laughed cluelessly. She hugged me again., and gun set off for Kip. Apparently they made up, judging by the amount of face-sucking. Just then, Phoebe came up behind me.
"Oh, you are such a smitten kitten," she said, crossing her arms.
"What?" I asked defensively. She rolled her eyes, then grabbed my hand.
"Come on, it's time for your graduation party,"
"Whooooo!" Ross screeched; Carol hung on to his arm for support. This was the first time I had ever seen Carol drunk. Gandalf was running around with some girl, prophesising about the zombie apocalypse. Kip was wasted; Monica was about half way there. They were in their private corner of the bar. Phoebe sat beside me at the bar. I had barely drank anything, however, Phoebe had drank almost as much as Gandalf. Still, she showed no signs of drunkenness.
"Phoebe, how come you're not drunk?" I asked. She snorted.
"Oh, please. I can hold my alcohol, unlike your pansy friends. I've been drinking since I was fourteen," she waved my question away. I laughed.
"I had my first tequila shot and my first cigarette when I was nine. I can't drink like you though," I said, taking a drag on my cigarette. Phoebe made a face.
"You know, Monica doesn't like you smoking those," she said. I rolled my eyes and put it out in the ashtray.
"Is 'Monica' happy?" I asked putting air quotes around Monica.
"Yes, yes she is. You need to quit. Jack and coke," she ordered when the bar tender came around.
"Triple vodka on the rocks," I said as he walked away. Phoebe looked at me.
"What, Pheebs?" I asked. She shook her head.
"Someone's drinking heavy tonight. What's wrong?" she asked, adding a thanks when the bartender brought our drinks. She sipped hers, while I downed mine.
"I'm fine, just wanna get drunk," I said.
"Okay, then I'm just gonna get Ross and Carol to their new apartment before they do it in the middle of the bar," she said. "Pay for my drink."
"Okay," I said quietly. I saw Monica and Kip dancing, Monica's scotch almost spilling.
"Okay."
My head hurt. So bad.
I sat up and looked around. I was on Monica's couch. On top of me was a sleeping Monica, and on the floor was a passes out Kip. I maneuvered out from under Monica, walking into her kitchen to make coffee. Then I stumbled into her bathroom to find aspirin. The bottle said to take two. I took about five. In an hour, I felt a lot better.
I sat at Monica's table and drank a whole pot of coffee. When Kip started stirring, I left. As soon as I walked into the hall, I saw a For Rent sign on the apartment less then ten steps away. I practically ran down the stairs to the building manager.
By Sunday afternoon, Ross, Kip, Carol, Phoebe, Monica, and I had all over mine and Kip's stuff in and unpacked in apartment four. The couch Monica had picked was sitting the six of us.
"Well, you officially live across the hall!" Monica said. Phoebe nodded.
"Good, maybe now we'll have food," I said. Monica thumped me.
"You guys want to go back to our place and watch Laverne and Shirley in spanish?" Phoebe asked.
"Why in Spanish?" Carol asked.
"We can't find the remote," Monica said. I shrugged.
"I'm in," I said. Ross and Carol nodded.
"Us too," Ross said.
"I gotta go see about that interview. I'll see you later, Mon," Kip said, standing up. "Bye, guys," Everyone but me responded.
"Well, let's go," I said, pushing Phoebe off of me. "I start working tomorrow, so I may as well have fun before corporate America sucks me into its evil clutches." Everyone laughed and followed me into apartment five, enjoying one last night before all kinda of grew up.