AN: Hello, my lovelies!

Here is my first attempt at creating a story with multiple chapters. In case you haven't noticed yet, I'm completely obsessed with Mondler, so of course, it had to be about them. I have already all the chapters almost written, so I hope I can keep the updates weekly. This is a bit angsty, but still like the mushy stuff I usually write. I hope you all enjoy it!

It was Friday night and Monica was alone in her apartment. Rachel had gone to her parents to pick some of her stuff and would spend the night away. For the first time in almost a year Monica had the house just to herself and so, she decided that while Rachel was away, she would enjoy the calmness and catch up with her book.

Monica sat on the sofa, turned on the side lamp on the table and opened her book on the page marked with the bookmarker. She started to read, but could only focus on the pages for about half an hour. Since Rachel had moved in, Monica had never been alone in the apartment and suddenly it felt weird to be all by herself between the purple walls.

After realizing she needed some company, Monica closed her book, placed it on the coffee table and headed outside the apartment. Since it was not late yet, she didn't bother to knock before entering the front apartment. Just like she had expected, Chandler was there, sitting in his Barcalounger while staring at the TV screen.

"Hey" – She greeted – "Where's Joey?"

Chandler turned around to answer her question.

"Hey. He's out on a date. You need something?"

"Actually… You know Rachel's gone for today. And I'm not used anymore to having the apartment empty. Since you seem to be here alone tonight, maybe we could be alone together?" – She suggested, already knowing what his answer would be.

"Sure" – Chandler responded as he shifted on the chair to give Monica enough space to squeeze in. Like she had done dozens of times, Monica sat on the small space next to him and grabbed the blanket to cover them both.

"What are you watching?" – She asked, leaning her head against his chest.

"A boring movie. It was the best thing I could find." – Chandler informed her. – "How was your day?"

So, Monica started to tell him about her day at the restaurant and he told her about his boring day at work. Like it happened every time with them, the conversation flowed naturally and they just kept on talking and laughing together until the movie got forgotten.

To be honest, that was what she needed, someone to talk about meaningless stuff to make her feel less alone. And for some reason, Chandler always understood what she needed without her needing to tell him.

"I love this movie!" – Monica exclaimed when she looked at the screen and saw it was already playing another movie, one of her favourites.

Chandler smiled at her, letting her know that it was okay for her to stay and watch the movie. He adjusted himself on the barcalounger and looked too at the TV screen. When he realized it was a romantic movie Chandler groaned, but Monica knew he would watch it with her anyway.

"C'mon, it's not that bad. Watch it with me, please?" - She asked, knowing he wouldn't say no to her. Chandler sighed, trying to sound defeated, but Monica knew he was just messing with her, as he didn't make an effort to move from the chair.

"Love you" – She said while she shifted closer to him and rearranged the blanket to cover them both again. He wrapped his arm around her and stayed in silence, letting her watch the movie.

They stayed like that for a while, cuddling each other with their eyes glued to the screen. Monica's face was pressed against Chandler's t-shirt and she could smell the laundry detergent on his clothes, mixed with his strong and fresh minty body wash. Strangely, it felt like a comforting smell.

After a while, Monica needed to adjust herself on the chair. She moved her body up and cast a glance towards Chandler. He was completely focused on the movie, which made a small smile appear on her face. For some reason, she found herself studying his face. She had never noticed how sharp his jawline looked from the side and how his soft blond hair felled slightly to his forehead, framing his face in the perfect way. She had never looked at him like that but suddenly she could not stop.

He might have noticed that she was not paying attention to the movie because he turned his face to her. She looked at his light blue eyes for a second and suddenly she felt trapped in a strange spell. Instinctively, her eyes moved to his lips, which suddenly looked soft, full and so, oh so kissable. She started to wonder what it would feel like to kiss his lips.

"Mon?"– His voice cut her out of her daydream and only then did she realize the nature of her thoughts. Suddenly, her heart started to beat stronger on her chest and its dangerously fast speed prevented her from saying anything.

"Is everything okay?" – He was still looking at her, expecting an answer. Only then, she realized how small the distance between them was. She looked at her lap, away from him, to let her mind clear from the strange dizziness she felt, and her heartbeat slowing down. When she felt the courage to talk again, she turned to him.

"Yes, sorry. I am just feeling tired" – She lied, trying to hide the stutter of her voice to make her statement sound convincing enough.

"It's okay. It's late already, maybe you should go to sleep." – He suggested.

"Yeah. Maybe I should" – She decided, while she untangled herself from him and the blanket. - "Good night, Chandler" – She said before closing the door behind her.

As soon as Monica entered her apartment, she went straight to her bedroom. She lay on her bed but the time passed and she could not fall asleep. Her mind was still racing from what happened before. What had that been? Why had she so suddenly felt so strange about Chandler? She always thought Chandler was kind of cute but she never felt so weird about it before.

Perhaps she was just tired and the thoughts about the kiss were the influence of the romantic movie. She hadn't had a boyfriend in a while and the movie made her want to kiss someone. And Chandler had been the person close to her so she had imagined it with him. That was the only explanation she could find for her strange and sudden thoughts.

Deciding that it was probably no big deal and that it was not something worth all the worry, Monica rolled on the bed and closed her eyes, hoping that the next day the strange feeling would be gone.