It was about 8 p.m., when Chandler's eyes slowly fluttered open. He was momentarily confused, when he felt a tickling sensation at the height of his neck, then remembered right what was going on, as he looked down to be met with the sight of Phoebe, sleeping serenely, her head placed on his chest and her hair splayed out over his collarbone. He was about to scratch his nose, but found that he couldn't exactly do that, as his previously empty hand, was now housing Phoebe's, her fingers tightly interlocked with his. He smiled briefly at the fact that she trusted him enough to grasp onto his hand even in sleep. Just then, she began to stir for the gazilionth time that evening, as she crawled up even closer to him, burying her face into his neck.

" Mmh," she moaned groggily, causing Chandler to feel strangely hot. It certainly didn't help that her warm breath was currently washing over his neck either. Growing more uncomfortable by the second, he finally decided to gently move away from her and slowly tried to retract his hand. He breathed a sigh of relief when his plan succeeded, only to get the surprise of his life when Phoebe suddenly grunted her clear disapproval, and wound her arms around him again.

" Okay, alright, fine, I'll stay, but only because it's you," he huffed ultimately, as he returned his own arms to her waist. Then, he was in for another huge revelation, when she suddenly brought out: " I… I love you."

" What?" he squeaked all jumpy, then promptly got the information he needed, when she muttered: "Mmh, I love you, David."

" Well, that's always nice to hear," Chandler quipped. Just then, Phoebe's hand swiftly came up and cupped his face. Chandler inhaled sharply, when he felt her recently warmed-up fingers gently starting to caress his jaw, before they slowly moved upwards, tangling themselves in his hair, while her face moved ever higher, up to the point where her soft mouth became pressed up against his chin. Her hand subsequently moved away again, this time finding a resting place on his chest.

" Well, I guess you're a cuddly sleeper, huh?" he whispered, looking down at her, finding himself to be baffled by her beauty once again. It was pretty weird, when he thought about how nice it actually felt to lay here like this, with her at his side. How strangely good it felt, to have her holding onto him, almost as if for dear life. Especially bearing in mind the fact, that he'd never ever liked cuddling with any other woman before: not with Janice, not with Kathy, not even with Monica.

While he was still musing over all these new realizations, Phoebe slowly returned to the land of the living. The first thing she noticed, was the comforting smell of cologne, a familiar cologne… though she couldn't quite put her finger on who it belonged to. She ultimately got to know the owner, when she had finally gathered up enough strength to open her eyes.

" Chandler?" she brought out, dumbfounded.

" Hey," her friend greeted sympathetically, as he threw her a thoughtful smile.

" What am I doing here and why… why are we all cuddly and touchy feely and everything?" the blonde inquired, as she hurriedly parted from him, causing Chandler to feel oddly rejected. Truth was that she very much enjoyed being close to him, she just didn't want things between them to get more awkward, than they already were. They'd only just solved the matter of all the kissing-extravaganza. Then there was the other little fact of her still sporting a hint of a rage towards him, over a certain heated argument.

" Well, let's just say, I pretty much saved your ass," Chandler stated softly, briefly reminding her of the words she'd spoken during their fight, about how she'd never save his sorry ass again.

" But… I was at the park. How the hell did I end up here again?"

" Well, you were at the park, but I brought you back here, in order to rescue you from an untimely death. You were out cold, Phoebe, for god knows how long," ' the transponster' explained earnestly.

" Doesn't change the fact that I'm mad at you, though," Phoebe suddenly declared, while facing away from him.

" Oh, come on, don't be like that," Chandler retorted, as he went to sit next to her.

" No, Chandler! Do you know why I went to that damn park? Because I wanted to get as far away from you as possible! What did I ever do to you, huh?! I try to help you through your break-up and what do I get in return?! A whole bunch of crap: you literally said you didn't need me, well I don't need you either, Chandler. I'm moving out," Phoebe rambled, as she defiantly rose from the bed.

" What?! No, you can't be serious. Look, I'm very sorry, alright? I wasn't thinking straight, when I said all that stuff. I didn't mean a word of it, Phoebe, please. You can't leave me, not again," Chandler tried. He really did want her to stay. He'd been having a great time with her these past couple of days. He couldn't really imagine what it was like to be separated from her anymore.

Hearing the vulnerability in his voice, Phoebe suddenly felt pity for her friend again. Yet, she didn't have the heart to forgive him. She'd been way too shaken up by what he'd spouted out earlier. She hadn't been hurt like that in a long time and was surprised at how just a few words from him had gotten to her like they did, as she really didn't get affected by much anymore these days. There had been a time, when she'd firmly believed that she'd finally acquired the ability to master her emotions. She'd known enough heartbreak, misery and loss during the past 20 years to not let the little things get to her, after all.

" Phoebe, please. I don't want to lose your friendship, because of one stupid fight. I… you don't, I don't… I don't think you realize just how worried I was about you," Chandler stated sincerely, while strolling over to her and taking a hold of her hand.

" Please, forgive me?" he subsequently begged, staring down at the ground and caressing the back of her hand with his thumb almost tenderly.

" I... I… can't, Chandler," the masseuse replied quietly, as she yanked her hand away from his and made her way to the door.

" Pheebs," her friend whined, right before chasing her and grabbing onto her arm.

" No, Chandler, don't! Just let it go! You hurt me, so face up to the consequences and leave me alone!" she yelled fiercely, freeing herself from his grip once again and hastily leaving his bedroom.

" Oh, there she is, just in time for the party. We're so glad you're okay, Phoebe. Have some wine!" Rachel hollered enthusiastically, as she extended her hand to offer her friend a drink.

" Well, I don't want it, don't really see a reason to celebrate anything really. Give it to Chandler, I'm sure he's thrilled to finally have me out of the way again," the blonde snapped icily.

" Phoebe…"

" No!" she shouted, right before walking straight past her three friends and out of the apartment with slamming doors, leaving them to stare at one another in utter perplexity.