Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Coming!" Judy Gellar yelled as she walked to the door. Although it was only nine in the evening, she wasn't expecting any company, especially with Ross out and Monica sleeping in her room.
"Good evening, Chandler. What brings you here tonight?" Judy asked upon opening the door.
"Is Monica here?" Chandler asked. "I really need to talk to her."
"I think she's sleeping, but you can go upstairs and check."
"Ok, thanks Mrs. Gellar," Chandler said as he ascended the staircase.
Chandler walked down the hallway until he reached Monica's room. He knocked on the door lightly, not wanting to wake her up if she were sleeping.
"Come in," Monica said, thinking her father was on the other side of the door. Chandler poked his head in, and then the rest of his body, and saw Monica sitting up in her bed with tear stained eyes and an old pair of sweats on. Monica gasped when she saw that it was Chandler, instead, that was in her room. "Chandler, what are you doing here? I told you I wasn't going to the dance."
"I was an idiot," Chandler replied. "I knew that you wouldn't have wanted to go back to the hotel, and instead of listening to my conscience, I booked a room. I should have been much more sensitive, and I hope you will forgive me."
"Sit down, Chandler," she said, motioning to her bed. Chandler cautiously sat down as she proceeded to talk. "Look, I really like you, Chandler, and I should have just told you what was bothering me instead of just cancelling on you like I did."
"It's ok, Mon. And I really like you too." Chandler said, honestly.
"So where does this leave us?" Monica inquired. "Are we good friends who like each other, or are we more than that?"
"More than that," Chandler said as he stroked Monica's cheek. He looked into her eyes and saw them sparkling like they had a little over a year ago, before she suffered from being hurt by Joey. She was so beautiful, and upon staring into her eyes he felt as if he could only do one thing. He closed his eyes and moved his lips forward towards hers.
Upon seeing what Chandler was doing, Monica impulsively jerked her head away, causing Chandler to nearly fall forward. Chandler sat up, with a puzzled look on his face.
"I'm sorry, Chandler, I really want to be your girlfriend, but we have to take things really slow. The only person to ever kiss me was Joey, and so I only have bad memories. But over time I promise I'll get better."
"It's ok, sweetie. Anyways, I better get going, but I'll see you on Monday. um, Mon.?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I hug you?"
"Sure." She said, opening up her arms. He held her in a tight grip for a long time before finally letting go. "Bye, Mon," he said with a smile before exiting her room.
Monica smiled back, "goodbye," before drifting back off to sleep.
"Coming!" Judy Gellar yelled as she walked to the door. Although it was only nine in the evening, she wasn't expecting any company, especially with Ross out and Monica sleeping in her room.
"Good evening, Chandler. What brings you here tonight?" Judy asked upon opening the door.
"Is Monica here?" Chandler asked. "I really need to talk to her."
"I think she's sleeping, but you can go upstairs and check."
"Ok, thanks Mrs. Gellar," Chandler said as he ascended the staircase.
Chandler walked down the hallway until he reached Monica's room. He knocked on the door lightly, not wanting to wake her up if she were sleeping.
"Come in," Monica said, thinking her father was on the other side of the door. Chandler poked his head in, and then the rest of his body, and saw Monica sitting up in her bed with tear stained eyes and an old pair of sweats on. Monica gasped when she saw that it was Chandler, instead, that was in her room. "Chandler, what are you doing here? I told you I wasn't going to the dance."
"I was an idiot," Chandler replied. "I knew that you wouldn't have wanted to go back to the hotel, and instead of listening to my conscience, I booked a room. I should have been much more sensitive, and I hope you will forgive me."
"Sit down, Chandler," she said, motioning to her bed. Chandler cautiously sat down as she proceeded to talk. "Look, I really like you, Chandler, and I should have just told you what was bothering me instead of just cancelling on you like I did."
"It's ok, Mon. And I really like you too." Chandler said, honestly.
"So where does this leave us?" Monica inquired. "Are we good friends who like each other, or are we more than that?"
"More than that," Chandler said as he stroked Monica's cheek. He looked into her eyes and saw them sparkling like they had a little over a year ago, before she suffered from being hurt by Joey. She was so beautiful, and upon staring into her eyes he felt as if he could only do one thing. He closed his eyes and moved his lips forward towards hers.
Upon seeing what Chandler was doing, Monica impulsively jerked her head away, causing Chandler to nearly fall forward. Chandler sat up, with a puzzled look on his face.
"I'm sorry, Chandler, I really want to be your girlfriend, but we have to take things really slow. The only person to ever kiss me was Joey, and so I only have bad memories. But over time I promise I'll get better."
"It's ok, sweetie. Anyways, I better get going, but I'll see you on Monday. um, Mon.?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I hug you?"
"Sure." She said, opening up her arms. He held her in a tight grip for a long time before finally letting go. "Bye, Mon," he said with a smile before exiting her room.
Monica smiled back, "goodbye," before drifting back off to sleep.