Sorry it took me so long to update!! I finally got some down today. I hope I haven't lost any readers..

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"Goodbye Tulsa!" Chandler waved out the small rectangular airplane window as the plane shot off the runway. He giggled to himself and rested back in his seat. It hadn't been easy thinking of a way to actually leave his work early, but the good 'ol "Family Emergency" scam, worked everytime.

A flight attendent walked up and bent down holding a large metal tray.

"Sir, would you like a pack of honey roasted peanuts?"

Chandler turned his attention away from the window and looked at the flight attendent. He grinned. Yes, peanuts would sound superb right now.

"Don't mind if I do." He took a small pack of peanuts off the tray and crossed one leg over the other. The heavyset older man sitting next to Chandler declined the snack and stared at Chandler as he ripped open the pack and fished inside for a peanut.

"Do you know how much salt they load into those things?" The man asked with a disgusted look on his face.

Chandler stopped and turned to the man, humoured that a man probably 40 pounds overweight was asking HIM this question.

"Hm, something tells me YOU do," Chandler smirked and popped a peanut into his mouth. Nothing have ever tasted so good. Airplane peanuts. Awesome.

The man gaped his mouth in horror that he had just been attacked with a fat joke.

"Well," he laughed to himself and puffed out a newspaper so he was hitting the seat in front of him,"Don't cry about it when you have a heart attack and keel over and die one day.."

Chandler looked into his bag of peanuts noticing that there were only like 6 left. Cheap. He turned his attention back to the man.

"How could I be crying if I'm dead?"

The man ignored him and pretended to read his newspaper.

Chandler dumped the rest of the peanuts in his palm and ate them all at once, then folded up the bag and continued to stare out out the window as the plane passed over bare landscape compared to the building filled New York he was used to.

He was almost excited that he was going back home to see Monica and the gang. And he was getting away from that Nikki psycho. She wanted two hundred grand.. How impossible was that; he was lucky if he was worth ten grand.

The bald man with the red face beside Chandler pulled a cellphone from his suit jacket pocket and flipped it open. He dialed a number and stuck the phone to his ear.

Minutes later, the man tapped Chandler's shoulder and stuck the phone out to his face. Chandler raised his eyebrow at the weirdo beside him.

"Doctor Hayes wants to talk to you."

Chandler pushed the fat outstretched arm away from him.

"Get that phone away from me - excuse me!" Chandler called to the flight attendant just up the aisle now. She turned to look.

"Another pack of peanuts over here please!"

Chandler settled back and chuckled. He didn't really care to have more peanuts, but since it seemed to important to the man that he NOT have them.. better stock up.

The man took his phone back and hung up.

This was going to be a loong flight.

Chandler resumed his window watch.

The purple door stood in front of him. Monica was just beyond the door. And Nikki was allll the way in Oklahoma. It was just smooth sailing from here on.

Instead of just going in the apartment like he usually would, Chandler knocked loudly and shouted in a lower voice, "Police, open up!"

He left his bag on the ground by the door and giggled to himself again when he heard voices outside saying "Police?" in hushed whispers.

The door open slowly and Monica stood there.

"Excuse me miss, but we have received a sexual disturbance.." Chandler put his hands behind his head, and danced through his hips into the apartment as if he were a hired man stripper. He abruptly stopped when he spotted all five of his friends scattered in the living room staring at him.

"Oh, like you've never done that before!" Chandler accused to all of them.

"Oh my God Chandler, why are you home?" Monica jumped at him and hugged him tight. She kissed him on the lips and waited for him to answer.

"Well.. I wanted to be here with you," he smiled in response.

Monica hugged him again and they both walked more over to the living area.

"Hey Chandler, I bet you dance like that for all the guys at work huh?" Ross chuckled and took a bite of a cookie that he was holding. The whole room went silent and looked at Ross weirdly. Ross looked around, thinking to himself that he thought it was funny.

"Oh.. burn," Chandler said sarcastically. The whole room laughed and he took a seat on the couch. Monica dragged his bag into the apartment just as the phone rang.

Chandler got into telling a story from work about some woman named Mary when the white cordless phone was held in front of his face.

"It's for you," Monica told him.

Chandler raised his eyebrows in question and took the phone, standing up. Oh great, it was probably work getting all pissy at him. Maybe if he tried he could get some tears brewing. Oh what was he thinking.

"Hello?"

"Hello Chandler."

"Nikki?" Chandler looked at her friends and then backed far up into the kitchen and hushed his voice. "Why the hell are you calling me?"

"I'm down the street, I thought I'd drop by.."