A/N:I don't own any of the Friends characters. I only own the characters that may seem unfamiliar to you, for they are my own.

This is one of the last chapters. I think I'm doing one more after this. Just to keep you informed. Enjoy!

Phoebe entered Central Perk to find Joey and Ross chatting.

"Hey Ross! I just saw Rachel. A drunk vacation in Mexico. Very smooth." Phoebe greeted.

"Uh yeah, let's not talk about that right now."

"I was just telling him about Chandler and Monica." Joey said. He turned back to Ross. "As I was saying, they were talking on the Internet for a week or two and they never knew they already knew each other. But I guess, while Monica was talking to Chandler, she had already got feelings for her. I think the same went for Chandler, but I'm not sure. He planned this big surprise for her since he knew he was talking to Monica, and it's going to happen tonight. I think someone's gonna get laid!" Joey joked.

"OK, so soon Chandler and Monica are going to meet outside here or in here?" Ross asked. Joey looked at Phoebe.

"Do you know what time their coming?"

"I'm not sure, maybe soon. I think we should get outta here, so we don't spoil the surprise."

"All right. I'm hungry. Let's go get a sandwich." Joey, Phoebe, and Ross left the coffeehouse where Chandler's true feelings would be revealed.

Back at Monica's apartment, she had already done her hair and put on the makeup. She wanted this night to be special. She needed to tell Chandler that she loved him and she was sure he loved her back.

"Monica, are you ready? I think it's about time to get going." Rachel announced.

"Yeah, I'm ready. But why am I so fancy? I mean, we're only going to the coffeehouse?" Monica inquired.

"I don't know what he has planned, but maybe it was just a plan of his to get you excited to come. You know, telling you he didn't love you. Trust me Monica, he loves you." Rachel smiled sweetly.

"Thanks Rachel, you're a great friend." Monica hugged Rachel. "I'm going to get going. I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, bye Monica!" Just as Monica left the apartment building, Ross entered.

"Hey Ross! Glad you're home from your drunk time with Rachel!"

"Ha ha ha! Very funny Monica. But yes, I am glad to be home." Ross replied.

"Hi Honey." Rachel greeted. She went over to kiss her boyfriend. "About that thing in Mexico. It was so strange, I don't even think we should talk about it any more. Let's do something else."

"Yeah, I want to forget about the whole experience. Do you want to watch TV or something? Rent some movies? Let's just have a stay-in night." Ross suggested.

"Yeah, how about if you take off your coat and look for some food in the kitchen. I'll look for some good movies." Rachel went over to the living room and turned on the TV. She began channel surfing, looking for a good movie. She stopped at one commercial; it was advertising a movie about this spring break in Cancun Mexico. The Real Cancun. "Oh my gosh Ross. Look at this! Isn't that freaky?" Ross glanced at the TV from over the refrigerator door.

"That is strange. It's like a sign or something, haunting us. That night was really terrible… Just change the channel." Rachel changed the channel. Yet again, there was a commercial for Mexico.

"Plan your trip now to beautiful Mexico, the best vacation of all."

"Oh right, yeah getting drunk is the best vacation of all." Rachel groaned.

"Switch the channel Rach." Ross said without looking up. He was preparing some food for their night.

"Oh wait! Here's a movie. It's about to start. You've Got Mail. Ever seen it?" Rachel asked, looking towards the kitchen.

"Nope, but it sounds like an Internet movie. Let's watch." Ross entered the living room and sat on the couch with Rachel at his side. "Oh wow, Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan? This must be a great movie!"

"Yeah, shh, it's starting." Rachel and Ross watched the movie, unaware that the whole plot of it was going on just downstairs their apartment building.

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Monica just arrived at Central Perk. Chandler wasn't anywhere to be seen. "He probably stood me up," she muttered to herself. Just as she was thinking these pessimistic thoughts, a limousine pulled onto the curb outside. "I wonder what that's about…" She muttered. As she was going outside, the driver came out with a sign reading "Monica Gellar". "Excuse me," she said, walking up to the man. "I'm Monica Gellar. Are you going to take me somewhere?" The man gave only a nod in response. He motioned for her to go into the limo. She followed and they began moving throughout the city to the destination.