Simply Complicated~part 6

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Sometimes you hafta skip through the mall parking lot with your two best friends to your car, roll down the windows, crank up the old school, and sing along at the top of your lungs. Seriously. Best cure for a bad couple of weeks. So anywayz, thanks so much for all the reviews, you have no idea how much I appreciate it : ) And it's nice to know that people actually do read my ramblings known as AN's. Oh, and I lied. Not all the chapters are gonna skip that far ahead like I said they would cuz this takes place the same night as the last one. Okay. That's it.

Monica lay awake, trying to decide whether or not to go talk to Chandler. She was planning on waiting till morning since it was pretty late, but she couldn't get to sleep. And she knew very well why not.

She felt guilty. Incredibly guilty. Maybe Chandler had really had a good reason for not being there, and she'd blown up at him for no reason. She'd yelled at him and hadn't even waited to hear him out, she just jumped to that conclusion, and she was beginning to realize just how wrong she'd been.

He had been, he was serious, and she knew that as well as anyone else. Sure, he'd freaked out initially, but since then, he'd really grown up and surprised her. And yet she'd still doubted him. And knowing Chandler, it was probably killing him to know that she still doubted him.

But she didn't.

And any doubt she had ever had had been erased when she'd read the words "My Daddy Loves Me." It may have been a small gesture, but Monica had understood exactly what she was supposed to from it.

There was no reason to doubt him.

And now she couldn't get to sleep. She had too much of a guilty conscience than would allow her to go to sleep. Monica fought with herself, trying to decide if she really wanted to get up and go apologize to Chandler at one in the morning.

Monica couldn't help but smile, remembering a night not long after London that she had gone over to Chandler's because she couldn't sleep. In London, they'd agreed that it would stay in London, that it wouldn't happen in New York. But then it did once. Just once at first though, but the next night, she hadn't been able to sleep. When she'd gone over to Chandler's, he'd been awake, too. All she'd had to say was 'I couldn't sleep,' and he'd held her all night, no questions asked. He didn't ask what that meant or assume that she'd wanted anything more; he'd just held her all night. And that had been the beginning.

Monica rolled over in bed, burying her face in her pillow as she once more willed sleep to come…

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Chandler rolled over, not able to sleep. He couldn't get to sleep not knowing if Monica was still mad at him or not. He hoped that she'd understood why he'd given her the bib. But what if she hadn't even seen the bag? If she hadn't, she'd definitely still be mad at him. Even if he hadn't meant to, he'd still hurt her, and he hated being the cause of her pain.

Chandler sighed as he rolled over again, wondering if he should apologize. Maybe she had a reason to be mad. He hadn't been there. Yeah, he'd had a reason that he wasn't, but he still hadn't been there when he said that he would. And though Monica had jumped to a huge conclusion about it, he did understand where she was coming from.

But then again, she had jumped to a conclusion pretty quickly, not even willing to hear his side of it.

"Oh my god," Chandler mumbled into his pillow, wishing the arguing in his head would stop. "Should I just go apologize? I mean, it's one in the morning, what am I supposed to do?" he paused. "And now I'm talking to myself. She's driven me to insanity…"

Chandler finally decided to get up and at least go see if Monica was awake. If she was, he'd apologize. If she wasn't, he'd go back in the morning and could at least go to bed knowing that he'd made an attempt to apologize.

Chandler gasped, the door opening as he reached to open it.

Monica almost screamed, opening the door to see someone standing there, but then realizing that it was Chandler.

"Look, Mon, I'm so sorry, I-" Chandler started, but Monica stopped him, holding her finger up to his lips. Chandler just looked at her, knowing that she'd already forgiven him by the look in her eyes.

"I couldn't sleep," Monica finally whispered.

Chandler smiled, remembering the last time she had said that. He closed the door behind her, taking her hand and leading her to his room. He crawled into bed, pulling her into his arms as he lay down.

Closing his eyes tight, Chandler immediately realized how bad of an idea that had been. And he hadn't realized it until she was in his arms, but when she was, he realized just how much he'd missed that feeling.

Monica moved closer, closing her eyes as she sighed deeply. She'd forgotten how much she missed being in his arms.

Chandler tried not to flinch and move away as she moved closer, fighting every urge he had. Because what he really wanted to do was the exact opposite of flinch and move away, and being that close made it hard not to.

He finally settled for kissing her hair, leaning his forehead against the back of her head as he tightened his arms around her, laying one hand on her stomach as Monica intertwed his fingers with her own.

To

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I have only one thing to say…Happy birthday to me!!! :-D I am so 16 today, a woo-hoo!!! I now have a driver's license…and a car : ) And I don't care if this part wasn't all that great, today's my birthday, tonight's our homecoming game, tomorrow's homecoming,…so I'm happy : ) but please review…as a birthday present??? Thanks bunches : )