I'm so sorry this took so long! This is only up cuz I'm off to Oregon tomorrow for another band tour. Wee…enjoy, even though it might be torturous ;)

A few notes to people :)…

anhonestmoose – I dunno how your school does it but I, myself, a student, could NOT name all the teachers at my school. We have about 1800 students or so.

Liz – glad you're liking my corniness…

Chelly – yup, I named her after you :)

Everyone else – I'm too lazy :-p read on…

~*~

"I really don't understand why everyone likes to get drunk," Laurie mused, "It's not that fun and being hungover certainly is not a good 'aftertaste'."

"Well, I told you it wasn't for everyone," Colby said, never taking his eyes off the road. Whenever he did that, he would have to be prepared to get a smack on the arm.

Laurie sighed, and let all her weight fall onto the seat. As fun as the weekend was, she still couldn't get Colby to open up to her. "Hey, you want to come over later tonight?" Laurie asked, suggestively.

Colby only heard the words, and not the tone of voice. "No thanks sweetie, I have a lot of homework to catch up on."

"You know, I would be more disappointed if I weren't so curious and," she paused, "so tired…"

"Hm?"

"Well, why wouldn't you want to come over and hang out with your girlfriend?" She leaned over slightly and touched his arm.

Colby cleared his throat uncomfortably. "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't."

Laurie flopped back onto her seat, defeated. Then, something came over her. "Are you cheating on me?"

Upon hearing this, Colby almost swerved off the road. He pulled over and looked Laurie in the face. "No, I'm not cheating on you."

"Then why are you acting so weird?"

"I," Colby paused, he didn't know what to say, as he didn't know the real answer himself. "I, I really don't know sweetie."

Laurie huffed and crossed her arms across her chest. "Well…that's just…great."

Colby sighed and signaled to merge into the road again. "I'm sorry sweetie. I don't know what's up with me. I promise, I will let you know when I figure it out."

"Mm hmm." Laurie's mind raced with questions, but she decided against asking them. "Well, you have fun with that homework."

"You bet I will."

~*~

Dear Diary,

Colby won't tell me anything! I don't understand what's going on with him. Then again, how could I? He's not letting me in!

Laurie sighed and tapped her pink, glittery pen against her lips.

"I will let you know when I figure it out." Is he gay?! No, I don't think so. Bisexual? Could be. But probably not. So what does he have to figure out? What love is?! Sheesh, no one at our age has to worry about that! It's all fun and games…isn't it?

Laurie scrunched up her face, deep in thought as she sat cross-legged on her bed.

I dunno. I'll think on it some more.

Li li 

~*~

"Hey Colby, have a seat!" Monica gestured to a chair in front of her desk. Colby sat down in front of her and watched as Monica sat down. "Hey. I know you're wondering what you're doing here aren't you." Colby nodded wordlessly. "Well, I basically need someone to organize some things for me, and maybe even cook some things. There will be 2-3 other teachers working with us-" As she said that, Colby tuned out and sighed in his head. He wanted to work solely with her, and her only. Even if nothing would ever happen, at least maybe he could get to know her better.

"-so I was thinking that we get started today on the menu. What do you think?"

"Oh, um…sure."

"Alright. I have a list here of all the things that have been said. But, I don't think we can make all these things, so we have to narrow this list down." Monica pulled a list out of her desk and handed a copy over to Colby. He glanced over and truthfully, he didn't know what half of the stuff was.

Monica looked over at her student's face and saw that it was scrunched in confusion. She couldn't help but giggle. "A little bit confused?"

"Yeah, kinda. I only know what the spaghetti is, and the sushi. What the heck is the rest of this stuff?!"

"Well, how long can you stay here for?"

~*~

Monica got home, exhausted. It took about an hour and a half to explain everything to Colby, then to narrow the list down to half of what it was. Wandering in the dark, she shuffled to her couch and collapsed. She lay there for about 10 minutes before opening her eyes to find her answering machine beeping.

"Huh…who cares enough to call me while I'm at work?" She leaned over and pressed the button.

"Hey Monica! Chandler here. Um, I was, um…" There was a long pause and a grin made its way across Monica's face. "I was wondering if…youwouldcallmebackafterhearingthismessage." Beep. A laugh escaped Monica's mouth as the last sentence was said in such a rush that she had to play it twice just to make sure she was supposed to call him.

She picked up the phone and dialed his number. "Thank God for light up buttons…" She sat, still bundled up in her jacket as she listened to it ring once, twice…

"Hello, you've reached Chandler Bing's office. If you would like to leave a message, well, don't because I won't hear it anyway." Beep. Laughing once more, Monica hung up the phone and turned on the lamp by it. She saw the little sheet of paper with Chandler's home number scratched on it and dialed. It rung once before it was answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Chandler?"

"Hey…Monica?"

Monica giggled at the surprised tone of his voice, "Why are you so shocked?! You called me!"

"Oh hi! Well, it's just that…no girls ever call me."

"Hey, I called you last time at work!"

"That's true…" Silence overtook them both.

"So, um, you called?"

"Oh! Right." If there ever was a time to feel foolish, it was now. "I, uh, get off early tomorrow, so I was wondering…if it's not too late…if, you…I…us…weeeee…" Chandler started stuttering and cleared his throat. "If we could go out on a date…I mean! If you would like to go out with me…again. Or!…um…" If Monica were there by his side, she would have seen him turn a deep shade of pink.

"Of course I would. I would love to see you again!" Monica answered with a tinge of laugh in her voice.

Chandler audibly sighed a sigh of relief at the other end of the phone. "Alright. Um, I'll come by your apartment around 6 o'clock?"

"Sounds great! Do I need to dress up or anything?!" The tail end of the question was high pitched.

"Well, I would sure love to see that." They both smiled at either end of the phone. "So, um, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure thing!"

"Have a good night."

"You too."

"Bye."

"Bye." Monica relished the tone of his voice before hanging up the phone and just sitting there in the dark. "Eeee!" A wave of excitement overtook her as she jumped from the couch and decided to make something of her evening.

After Chandler hung up the phone, he heard the locks on the door jangling. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Colby came in with Dan and two other friends in tow.

"Hey dad. Dan, Eric and Steve are here to do a bio project."

"Sure thing." Chandler stayed in his position on the couch as he watched the boys raid the fridge and head on into the den. He sighed, ran his hands through his hair and stood up. "Well, tomorrow's my night." He said with more confidence. His smile could lighten up the room.

~*~

"Okay…time for second date outfit." Monica mumbled as she rifled through her closet, covered only in a 100% cotton towel. "No, no…no…nope. Oh crap! Where did you gooooo? Halter…red halter…beige halter?…OY! There you are!" She pulled out a light pink sequined halter with next to no back. "Now, skirt time." She took out a darker pink and black skirt that was purposely cut unevenly at the bottom. She donned her feet with high, black, strappy sandals and took the fat rollers out of her hair.

She clipped on a pink butterfly hairpin in her hair, spritzed on some of her favorite perfume and stepped back to look at herself. "Not too bad Geller."

~*~

"Tulips. Check. Wallet. Check. Matching socks. Check. Not running shoes. Check." Chandler muttered out loud as he took a last glance at himself in the mirror. "Messy hair. Check." He grimaced and quickly ran into the bathroom to smooth some water through it. "Always nat-ural."

"Okay Bing. Here goes. Don't mess this one up okay? Okay." He smoothed his gray shirt out and made sure they were tucked properly into his black slacks. "Whoo. You buttoned the buttons right this time…" Deciding to stop talking to himself, he grabbed his jacket and made his way out the door."

~*~

"Wow. I…Wow."

Monica giggled at the wide-eyed expression on Chandler's face. "Same to you." Her gaze lingered on his for a moment as he continued to look her up and down. She cleared her throat. "Hey, are those for me?" she asked, indicating at the pink tulips.

"Oh! Yes, yes they are. And they match this time!"

"That they do."

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Then let's go!"

"Still not going to tell me are you?"

"No. Wait…" Monica was hopeful, "Hm, no." Sticking her tongue out at him, she looked irresistible. He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "You're too cute." Those three words turned Monica into the shade of her skirt.

"Thank you." They had made it to the outside of her building, but this time she didn't see a cab waiting. "Are we walking?!" She asked, incredulously.

"For a bit." He had arranged for a tour of Central Park, then a candlelight dinner on a patio of a beautiful restaurant overlooking Central Park.

~*~

"Wow! I can't believe I've never been here before!" Monica exclaimed, eating her dinner, "the food here is wonderful and the view is spectacular!"

"I'm glad you like it. My friend actually introduced this place to me."

"Yeah? Well, thank your friend for me."

"I will." Thank you, he thought to himself. Then he grinned. "So, how about dessert?"

"Oh my. I'm not sure! I'm very full."

"Well, we could always share something." He smiled his heart-warming smile at her.

"That sounds good! What do they have here?" His smile made her tingle.

"A helluva lot of cakes, ice cream thingies…" Monica laughed at his english as he signaled for the waiter to bring over the menu.

~*~

Monica and Chandler stumbled into her apartment, again, leaving the lights off. He was feverishly kissing her neck as she struggled to put her purse down somewhere where it wouldn't be considered reckless. He sensed this and backed off, taking the time to take off his own jacket. Wasting no time, he reached over and stripped her of hers.

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then reached his right hand around to her hair and pulled her towards him for another kiss. She happily obliged and waited for him to make the next move. He massaged her scalp as his tongue did the same to hers. This elicited a moan as she wrapped her arms even tighter around him.

She blindly guided him over to the couch and managed to sit herself down with him on top. He moved over her. Getting the message, she lay back on the couch and let him admire her. "Wow." He whispered. It was the first word said since they entered her apartment building. "You're gorgeous."

"And you're the male equivalent." They both laughed at that, but sobered as they realized what position they were in. He snaked his arm around to her back and pressed his entire body onto hers. Heat was felt on both sides as Monica did not object. Her tongue urgently searched for his and it was quickly found.

They became completely dazed and drunk with each other until they rolled off the couch, sending something flying off the counter.

"Oh shoot. I'm sorry!"

"It's okay! What did you knock over?"

"I'm not sure."

Monica felt around for the lamp. As she switched it on, she surveyed the condition she and Chandler were in. Their crazed lust for one another surely showed in their attire. His shirt half buttoned up, belt undone. Hair was messed up again. She only had one shoe on, and her shirt was half way up her belly.

"Oh, there it is. You swiped the clock."

Chandler looked behind him, and sure enough, there was a tiny digital clock on the ground. Leaning over the pick it up, he flipped it over and saw the time.

12:47.

"Shit."

"What? Is it broken?!"

"No. Whenever I don't tell Colby where I am he expects me to be home at around 1:00. Otherwise, he starts calling people. And believe me, I've learned my lesson."

"Oh."

He looked up and saw the disappointed, yet cute expression on her face. "I'm sorry sweetie. But next time, I'll let him know."

Monica nodded. "Kay."

He got up and started fixing himself up. Monica followed suit. "I'm really sorry hon. I will make it up to you next time."

Upon hearing this, Monica couldn't stop the grin from spreading over her face. "Okay."

Chandler leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. It was evident that Monica didn't want him to leave as she held him to her for awhile longer. "Thank you for a great night."

"You too. I had a great time."

"Yeah." Monica smiled half-heartedly at him.

"Bye." He said, walking towards the door.

"See you." Chandler gave her one last kiss on her forehead, and disappeared.

Monica closed the door lightly. "Oh poo." She sighed and started cleaning up the rested of the apartment before realizing the reason she was limping was because of the unevenness of her heals. "Damnit!…Meh. I'll just wait until next time." She smiled at herself and started collecting her things.

~*~

Chandler tiptoed into his apartment and tried to make as little sound as possible, but sure enough, like a parent waiting for their child, Colby was standing there with a phone in his hands.

"One more minute dad, and I would have called."

"You know I'm over that now!"

"How the hell do I know that?!"

"Because you don't know where I was!"

"Well then, where were you?!"

Chandler was trapped. "On a date."

"With some stripper at another bar? Hm?"

"No Colby! It was with Monica Geller!" Chandler paused, realizing who she was to him. "Ah fuck."

"You're…you're dating my teacher?! You're dating Ms. Geller?!"

"Yes, yes I am."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. I'd rather you be with some whore."

That statement was the equivalent of a slap in the face for Chandler. He watched as his son stormed into his bedroom and slammed his door so hard, he could have sworn the house shook.

A.N. Okay, I'm sorry for that. That was the most horrible thing I've ever written, but that last half was written in a half hour cuz I'm leaving tomorrow… "on a jet plane…" However, I DO know when I'm back and that's Sunday. I hope by then, I'll have reviews. Good or bad. *mwah* Love all y'all.

Oh, I also apologize for how broken up the date parts were…like I said…30 mins! Okay, I gotta wake up in 5 hours! Byes!