AN:  Hey everyone!  This chapter is a little on the shorter side.  But maybe it'll make up for it in sweetness J  Reviewers:  YOU'RE THE BEST!!!  SFGirl, haha, I laughed out loud at the lunch hour thing, too funny.  I LOVE YOU ALL A MILLION!  Oh, and to the person who asked how to pronounce Alyse's name (Annie?) you were right, it's the same as Elise.     I just like my spelling better.  Without further ado… Chapter 6.  Enjoy and review!

Xoxo, Maddy.

            "Do I look okay?" Monica asked her brother and Rachel for the seventeenth time.  She studied her knee length, chocolate colored strappless dress, and tugged at the light blue satin ribbon encircling the bodice of the dress at her waist. 

            "You look great.  If you keep pulling at that we're going to have to re-tie it," Rachel warned, and Monica dropped her hands.  It had taken them almost twenty minutes to get the bow perfect in the first place. 

            "Shoes are good?  No lipstick on my teeth?"

            "The shoes are fine, but you have like a gigantic gob of pink stuff in the corner of your mouth," Ross said straight faced.  Monica practically flew to the mirror.

            "You're such a jerk," Monica said, irritated, sitting on the armchair and swinging her foot.

            "That was funny, come on… it's not my fault you're all worked up about this stupid date," Ross said stubbornly.  Rachel elbowed him as hard as she could.

            "Ow!"

            "Yeah, well shut the hell up, your sister is actually excited about a date, this hasn't happened in two years," Rachel said forcefully. 

            "What if it sucks?" she asked nervously.  "What if we have nothing to talk about?"

            "You said you talk about everything with him!" Rachel exclaimed.

            "Exactly, what if we've run out of things to talk about?" Monica panicked.  There was a knock at the door.

            "That's him," Rachel said, standing and clapping her hands in excitement.  "Unclench," she instructed.  Monica relaxed and opened the door.

            "Hi," Chandler said, extending a small bouquet of lilacs.  "Alyse said flowers," he explained shyly.  "I wasn't sure, but-"

            "They're beautiful, thank you," Monica interrupted.  "And they're my favorite.  You must be psychic."

            "I am.  I didn't tell you that?  I can see into people's minds and read the future," Chandler deadpanned.  Monica laughed, but stopped when she realized he wasn't laughing.  Ross and Rachel looked at eachother uncertainly.  Chandler laughed.

            "I'm joking," he said finally.  "Icebreaker, you know?"

            Monica laughed in relief.  "Very funny," she said with a face that implied the opposite.  And they left for dinner.

            "So let me get this straight.  You're brilliant, but you insist on degrading yourself at a boring, dead end job, where no one appreciates you and there's little chance of promotion, and even if there was, you wouldn't care because you hate it," Monica analyzed over dessert.

            "You forgot about how my boss slaps my butt," he added with a charming grin.

            "I left that out on purpose because it disturbs me," she retorted.

            "It disturbs you?"

            "I just don't get it.  You're so smart.  You could do anything."

            "I'm not that smart," he mumbled.

            "What's the capitol of Sweden?"

            "Stockholm.  But I already knew about how you're a fan of Stockholm."

            "How do you spell astrophysicist?"

            "A-S-T-R-O-P-H-Y-S-I-C-I-S-T."

            "What's 34 times 4?"

            He paused.  "136."

            "See, you are smart."

            "Your IQ test consists of fairly simple geography, a spelling word, and multiplication," he teased, leaning in slightly.

            "I'm very wise," she said smiling.  "Plus, you're psychic."

            "Right, of course.  I'm pretty proud of that," he said.

            "So do you know what I'm thinking right now?" she asked, quietly but still smiling.

            "You're thinking, oh good god, when is that handsome piece of ass going to kiss me?"

            She laughed and shook her head.  "Give or take a few adjectives and I'd say you're about ready to open up shop," she said.  He closed the few inches between them and kissed her gently over the table.  He felt her hand rest gently on his kneecap.

            "Wanna get out of here?" he asked throatily when they parted.

            "Okay."

            They fell through his door while kissing passionately.  He struggled to close it behind him, threw his keys on the counter (missed, and they landed somewhere on the floor."  Her purse was given simliar treatment.  Chandler, walking backwards, realized they couldn't walk any furthur when they hit the counter.  However, he wasn't about to break the kiss so that they could relocate.

            "Where's your sister?" Monica asked breathless, between kisses.

            "At a friends's," he replied, barely taking his lips off of hers to answer.

            "No she's not," came a small voice from the dark living room.  They seperated slowly, painfully, as Alyse swiveled in the armchair, wincing and apologetic.

            "I'm sorry.  Hannah got sick, her mom brought me home," she said, thoroughly humiliated.  Chandler let out a sort of choking laugh, and Monica covered her face with her hands.  He switched on the light.

            "Well, we were just coming in for a cup of coffee and some… conversation," he tried.  Alyse raised her eyebrows.

            "Hi Alyse," Monica said, embarrased.

            "Hi Monica," Alyse said smiling.  "You look really pretty, I love your dress."

            "Thank you."

            "So you want a cup, since you're up?" Chandler asked, a little disappointed but recovered, gesturing to the coffee.

            "No, I'm just gonna be in my room.  In my bed.  Asleep," Alyse said, hitting the point home harder than she had to.  "So you guys can keep… having that 'conversation'," she said teasingly.  "Night."

            "Goodnight," Monica called.

            "Night," Chandler said.  Her door shut. 

            "Wow, that was a little-"

            "Completely and totally mortifying?" Chandler finished.  They both started cracking up.

            "I'm so sorry, I thought she was at Hannah's," Chandler apologized, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

            "It's okay.  Things were escalating quickly, anyway," she conceded.  He looked at her.  "Not that I minded," she finished smiling.  "I should really get going, though.  It's late."

            "Yeah.  It is.  Let me call you a cab?"

            "No, I'm fine," she said, walking to him and kissing him gently.  "Thanks for tonight.  I had a great time," she whispered, as their lips met again.

            "So did I."

            "Call me?"

            "You got it."

            She left and he finished making the pot of coffee.  He was definitely going to need it.  Coffee, and maybe a cold shower. 

            "Hey, what happened to Monica?" Alyse asked, her door open again.

            "Oh, she went home, it was getting late," Chandler answered.  He handed her a mug, and the two of them sat in the living room.

            "Sorry I wrecked everything," she said regretfully.  He touseled her hair affectionately.

            "You didn't wreck anything."

            "Does that mean it went well?" she asked, blue eyes sparkling.

            "Yeah.  Yeah, I think it did," he said, unable to keep the smile from his face.

            "Oh my god, you love her!" Alyse squealed.

            "No I don't.  She's something though, isn't she?"

            "I think she's great.  Smart, beautiful, funny, good at Scrabble, and has awesome clothes."

            "Then it's agreed.  We'll continue dating her," Chandler teased.

            "Yes.  We will," Alyse agreed, not getting the joke.

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