Easy Lover - You'd better forget it

A/N: Okay, I got gas at 3 and now it's 9:45 and my hands still smell like gas. I swear I've washed them like 20 times! Gah, that's annoying. Oh well. *sigh* Things have been really hectic, so don't expect another post from me until at least a week from today (that's when my paper's due). This sucks. I want to write more, so badly! Heh. Shout-out to all the crazies in room #54 at FB! Woot! :D Haha, your loserness is showing (Where?! Where?!) Oh, no, wait, I meant epidermis. Bada ching. I have problems.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do own Yen. I got her off of E-bay a long time ago now. I think our conversations are losing their touch though…

Yen: can you spike milk?

Yen: i think that would be really icky

Me: what? like spiking a vollyball?

Yen: LOL nooo

Yen: like, making it irish

Yen: hahhah which is a term i love and use, making people stare at me weirdly

Me: do YOU spike milk?

Yen: no!

Me: b/c im a little worried right now

Yen: i was wondering if it was possible

Me: haha anything's possible

Yen: guess so...

Me: lol try it

Yen: no alcohol in the house

Yen: fun party-thrower *i* would be, huh?

Me: yea guess not

Me: come to my house

Me: vodka everywhere

Yen: lol!

Me: in fact, im drunk right now

WTF? :p

Chandler's eyes followed Monica retreating figure, until she disappeared from the room. Then, he slowly looked back at the four pairs of curious eyes.

"Dude," Joey praised, "You got her!"

Rachel nudged Joey in the ribs. "Chandler?"

"What?"

"How – I mean are you…?"

"I'm nothing," he mumbled, "Will you excuse me?"

With that, he turned around and ran from the group, in the same direction as Monica.

Chandler's heart was pounding madly. What had happened between them? Maybe it wasn't anything at all. It could have just been a kiss and nothing more. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder if she felt something for him, deep within her heart, for him, as well. Maybe she was just hiding her feelings from him for the same reason he was hiding his – she was afraid of rejection. It's not like she has anything to fear, he mumbled to himself, as he searched every area he could find. He would give up anything for her. He wished he could tell her that.

Finally, just as he was about to give up, he spotted the back of Monica's head. She was on the balcony, eyes cast down to the ground below. Her elbows were resting on the railing, resembling a sad stance. He slowly approached her, and, at the beginning, just stood next to her. He stared at her. She didn't notice him. He cleared his throat. Monica's head popped up, eyes darting. When she realized it was Chandler, however, she calmed down a bit.

"I'm sorry, Monica."

"Don't be sorry," she whispered.

He stared at her. Wasn't she mad at him? What kind of response was that?

"Well, I just…I don't want you to hate me."

"Why would I hate you?"

"Well, when you ran out of the room, I was kinda under the impression that you…didn't want to do what we, um, did."

She looked away. "It's not that I didn't want to. I just realized how stupid I was being. Anyone could've seen us, Chandler! Do you even know what that could start?!"

He looked down, "Yeah."

He knew what she was saying. People would think she was in a relationship with him. But she didn't want that.

"Look, Chandler, don't take this personally, okay? I just don't want to give people reasons to start rumors. I'm gonna date someone, then that's not the way I want people to find out. And if they think I'm not dating you and I'm just making out with you, then everyone thinks I'm whore," she paused, "Which they kinda already do…"

Chandler chuckled. "I understand."

"You do? You promise you do?"

"I promise."

"Thanks, Chandler."

Monica leaned over and hugged him tightly. He held her, resting his head on her shoulder. They pulled apart and Chandler looked into her eyes. He found himself lost in her beauty. He regained composure and blushed when he noticed Monica was looking back at him. He found himself doing that more than he liked to admit.

"Wanna go back inside?"

She thought for a moment. "No. I kinda like it out here."

"Okay, well, I'll see ya…"

He turned around to get back inside, but turned back when he heard Monica call, "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't go inside yet. I mean if you want to, you can, but I could use some company."

He smiled. "I guess some fresh air couldn't do any harm."

She grinned back at him. Chandler led Monica to a bench and they both sat down.

"You see that guy," Monica pointed to a teenager, "I give one more minute before he throws up."

Chandler laughed. "He's like…12!"

Sure enough, the boy started to cough, and the two of them turned away, disgusted.

"That was me, at his age."

"Really?"

"Sad, isn't it?"

"A little."

"I try not to get that drunk, anymore. I tend to do stupid things."

She laughed in response. "So, I've noticed."

"Right…" he cleared his throat uncomfortably, "I forgot about that part."

"People always expect me to go out and get drunk," Monica stated.

"Really? Why would you say that?"

"I'm famous. There are a lot of lies attached to my title."

"That's true."

"It's just…it's really annoying. You can't trust anyone."

"Well, how can you not trust anyone in your life?"

She shrugged. "I guess I trust Ross, a bit. I just stay away from everyone."

"So, that's why you're like that."

She looked away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it just slipped."

"No, it's okay. It's the truth."

"But it doesn't have to be!"

"I know… it's just hard for me to let someone in."

"Yeah, I – I actually understand how you feel. It's hard for me to let people in, too."

She looked into his eyes questioningly, "But you can do it?"

He nodded.

Their eyes locked for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly, snapping out of the daze, Chandler looked down at his watch.

"Wow, it's already midnight."

"Really? I should really find Ross and get going."

"Well, you know, I could give you a ride, if you want…"

"No, it's okay, really. If I could just pry him away from Rachel, then it'll all be fine…"

He laughed. "Well, are you sure? Because it won't be a problem."

"I…" she looked down for a moment, "Okay."

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Monica's house. Chandler stared at it in awe. It was small! It didn't seem at all like a movie star's mansion. Monica noticed his look and shifted uncomfortably.

"Thanks for driving me home."

"I was only repaying the favor."

"Well," she smiled, "Thanks just the same."

"I really had fun tonight."

"Yeah, me too."

"I'm sorry about –"

"Don't be. We all get carried away in the moment…sometimes…"

"Yeah," he agreed quietly, "We do."

"It really was a great night, though. Thanks for being there…for being a friend."

"A friend, yeah. Thanks to you, too."

"Well, I'll…I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yup, tomorrow."

"Bye."

"Bye," he whispered.

Chandler turned around and began walking away slowly. Suddenly, Monica ran up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Chandler turned around and looked her in the eyes.

"I could really use some company," she whispered.

His eyes searched hers frantically for any sign of jest. He found none.

"Well, I might be able to help…"

And, before he was able to say or do anything else, he felt her lips upon his once more.

The morning light shone through the blinds. Chandler stirred, still too tired to open his eyes. Remembering what happened the night before, Chandler turned on his side. The spot on the bed next to him was cold. His eyes shot open instantly. She was gone.

A/N: Zzzz… well, I hope you're not sleeping right now, like me… and Yen apparently *pokes Yen* Please leave me a review, thanks! :)