Okay, here's the second chapter. Seeing as how I would usually comment on the reivews I've gotten here and I posted the first four chapters all at once...that kinda leaves me at a problem, eh?

Monica scooted into her classroom, trying to remain as calm as possible. It wasn't like she had actually cheated, that would include a lot more then talking. But she had feelings. Not to mention that she had just flirted shamelessly.

But why was it bothering her so much? It wasn't like they had a make-out session in the middle of the hallway or something. She had just spoken with the guy, he was looking for a student, she had to talk to him. It was unavoidable. She shouldn't feel guilty. She wasn't cheating on Richard. And even if she told him, he wouldn't be upset with her. Because it was nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

She walked over to her desk, plopping down on her uncomfortable chair and tossing the folders on to her desk. 'Let's just think about something else,' she thought to herself, trying to keep her mind busy. 'This chair is really uncomfy, it's so itchy, I mean, who makes an itchy chair?' She mentally slapped herself,

"I'm thinking about a chair, I have now gone officially insane."

Rachel walked into her classroom, "no, Mon, those chairs are really itchy, but you might be on to something with the whole crazy thing. I mean, most people don't talk to themselves in dark classrooms, especially about their chairs." She teased, turning on the light and walking over to her friend. "Now, what's up?" She pulled over one of the desks, sitting on the writing surface and leaning in closely.

"I was nothing, I was just talking to some guy, he was looking for Landon Bing," Monica mumbled running her fingers through her hair and trying to act as normal as possible.

"And this guy brought about a chair thinking session," Rachel said slowly, mocking her friend's excuse. "Was he hot? What was his name?"

"Well considering the fact that you thought my brother was hot, I think we have slightly different tastes in men."

"You're avoiding the question, Mon."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Dammit! I'm not doing this again!" Rachel shouted, still angry with Ross for earlier. They had argued for a good fifteen minutes before some students interrupted them. Needless to say, the students left with enough information to feed the gossip mills for a good couple of months solid. Hell, she'll probably still be hearing about it next year.

Monica laughed, "sorry, I forgot that was yours and Ross's favorite argument," she teased.

"Is not!"

"Rach," Monica gave her a look.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, habit." Rachel paused, then looked back over at Monica, "so are you gonna tell me what happened or is it one of those things I gonna hear about tomorrow during class?"

Monica smiled and shook her head, "I just feel like I cheated on Richard." Rachel gave her a confused look, not understanding what her friend was saying. "I had feelings for that guy I was talking too," she said sheepishly.

"Oh, Mon, that's not bad at all! That's totally not cheating, it's like," she paused looking for the right phrase, "not cheating!"

"I just feel awful, cause Richard is just y'know just wonderful, and here I am flirting with some guy I met in the hallway! Hell, that very well could have been his son he was looking for." She paused, gasping, "oh my God! I might have just flirted with a married man! That's like double cheating!"

"No, no, Mon, it's not. And it was just flirting, so what? I flirted with tons of guys when me and Ross went out." Rachel shrugged, "probably because Ross can't flirt, isn't romantic, and is a cheater, so y'know."

"WE WERE ON A BREAK!" Ross shouted from the hallway, hearing what Rachel was saying to Monica.

"WERE NOT!"

"WERE TOO!"

"WERE NOT!"

"WERE TOO!"

Monica tried her best o suppress her laughter, they were doing it again. They always had the same argument, and it always ended the same way, the 'were not' 'were too' argument. Although it proved to be completely pointless for both Ross and Rachel, it was extremely humorous to watch.

"So, I hear you're Chandler's little bro," Joey tried to strike up a conversation with Landon on the ride home. He was going to be living with the kid and all, they probably should know each other just a little.

"Yep."

"So, you're a sophomore, huh? Pretty cool, I remember my sophomore year in high school," he said with a dreamy smile, "the senior chicks totally dug me."

"Really?" Landon looked at Joey with interest, trying to see what woman would find so attractive about the man.

"Yeah! I mean, who doesn't like a little bit of Joey lov-"

"JOEY!" Chandler yelled, cutting him off before he could finish what he was saying.

Landon looked at his older brother amused, knowing exactly what Joey was about to say. "What, Chandler, are my ears too sensitive for that kind of information?" He said sarcastically, "you treat me like I'm just some dumb kid, well I'm not."

"Umm, so, I hear you're studying math, math is cool, I love math," Joey tired to settle the tension in the car, changing the subject to something else. Something that couldn't get him into trouble.

"I'm sure you do," Landon deadpanned, before taking out his headphones and sticking them on.

"So ah, you guys are gonna both be on your own for dinner," Chandler decided that it was time for him to act. Landon had to listen to him, he fed the kid, and therefore he always had the upper hand. "And I was thinking how 'bout I order a pizza and get some more pop and you guys can just hang out, kay?"

"Pizza?" Joey smiled, obviously in love with the idea. Chandler shot him a look, "oh, oh, and bonding! That will be so cool!"

"Whatever, do I have to pay?"

"Do you ever pay?" Chandler asked, getting rather annoyed with his brother's attitude. Actually, he had been annoyed since day one and he never really thought he could go over that, but, well stranger things have happened.

Landon shrugged, "sure, whatever, I'll bond with Joey."

"Joey," Chandler gave him a stern look, "no beer, no girls."

"Sure, I can handle that," Joey shrugged, "no beer, no girls," he repeated, a little sadder this time.

"Joey,"

"Okay! Okay! No beer and no girls what so ever!"

"Good."

Chandler pulled out his best work suit, hoping that nobody would notice. He would never live it down if Landon realized what was going on. He was crushing on his little brother's teacher. There were so many things wrong with that, especially since he was his legal guardian for the moment.

He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to make his hair look so what presentable, but not look like he was trying. He just had to find that happy medium. He was wearing a navy blue suit, a white shirt, and a striped reddish tie that Landon had given him for Christmas. Apparently it was youthful or something. And apparently being twenty-five was old now or something.

"Ooh, got a hot date tonight do we?" Joey walked into his room, holding a slice of pizza in one hand and a coke in the other.

"What? You actually got a date! Amazing!" Landon ran into the room, standing behind Joey, although he carried the entire pizza box.

"First of all, I am not completely un-dateable, second of all, I am going to that conference; I'm just trying to make a good impression on your teachers so that they won't know you're horrible until later in the year. And third of all, why the hell are you carrying around that pizza box! Can you not stand to separate from it for one second so you can come and make fun of me? Or do you think that it might run away?"

"Actually, I think it's more of the first one," Joey mumbled in response. Chandler shot him an annoyed look before continuing on.

"Okay, guys, I'll be back in a couple of hours. No burning anything, fire is bad remember that, and no girls. Got that?"

"Yea, whatever," Landon mumbled, walking back into the living room with the pizza box.

"Hey! Come back here with that!" Joey ran out after Landon, angry that he had now taken the pizza box hostage.

Chandler inwardly gave a sigh of relief, they actually bought his excuse for the suit. He just had to divert their attention back to rules, that always bore Landon right out of the room. And from what he knew of Joey, he'd follow the food. He turned his attention back to the mirror, continuing to strive for his look of 'not trying too hard but still looking good' look.

He had one chance to get this right, and he was dreading it. He was never so great under pressure, and the fact that his old college roommate was there as well really didn't help the situation.

"What's up with you today, Mon?" Phoebe asked her friend in between conference times. All the parents were to follow their students schedules and the teachers were to give a small introduction to the class and tell them about themselves. The first group of parents had already come through, and they were just waiting for the second group. The first half of the alphabet. And for some reason, she was hoping he would be there.

He was too young to be a parent, but he was definitely related to Landon Bing. Their eyes gave away their relation. And every time she thought back to those eyes, she would mentally slap herself. She was in love with Richard, not this mystery guy. For all she knew he could be his father, and just look really young. And really hot.

"Mon?" Phoebe repeated herself, pulling her friend back to reality.

"Oh, hi, sorry," Monica mumbled, "I guess I'm just nervous."

"Of what? We've already been through the first round, if anything it's easier the second time through."

Monica nodded, not really listening to what her friend was saying. Not that she didn't care, it just was of no use to her. Sure, she felt bad for lying to her, but she felt even worse for thinking about him. She should be thinking about Richard, not the other way around.

"Look, we gotta run, but you'll be fine I promise!" Phoebe smiled before running back into her classroom. Monica sighed outwardly, taking deep breaths as she walked back into her classroom.

She walked up to the front of the room, surveying all the parents in the group. He wasn't there. And she didn't know where to be disappointed or happy. At least this way, she'll never know.

"Okay, let's get things started," she put on her best fake smile and fake cheerfulness as she addressed the room. "My name is Monica Geller, this is my first year teaching, but I have been a chef for several years before I opted for teaching. Um, I'm originally from Long Island, but I do live here in the city. Anything else you'd like to know about me?"

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Chandler burst though the doors into her classroom, panting like a madman. "I got hung up in traffic, but I'm here now!" He smiled at Monica, glad to see that she smiled back as well.

"Mr.," she paused, looking for a last name.

"Bing," he finished, "I'm Landon Bing's older brother and currently his guardian," he said answering her question for her. Without thinking, she inwardly smiled; he was still on the market.

"Alright, Mr. Bing, I'm glad you could join us," she smiled, becoming noticeably more calm then she was when she started off.

Chandler nodded, taking an open seat in the front.

"So, since you have no other questions for me, I'm gonna go on!" Monica smiled, trying to keep her eyes from straying back to Chandler. "This class is a cooking class, the students will be required to cook, although currently I have some classes banned from using fire," she paused in thought for a moment, thinking back to her first half of her day. "Anyways, we will be covering different types of food, but mainly it's just the basics of cooking. And that's the class! Any questions?"

Chandler raised his hand, "Mr. Bing," she smiled motioning to him.

"Umm, so, what exactly is the, umm," his mind thought desperately for a question, "grading system? How are the students graded in this class!" He tired to act as normally as possible, although his nervousness was really showing through. Even he knew that.

Monica nodded, "ah, good question, the students are graded on mainly participation and the completion of tasks, secondly on tests and quiz scores, and thirdly on just showing up for class."

"Oh, okay," Chandler nodded, "that sounds good." He mentally slapped himself for that statement, wondering why he had even said it. Now he sounded like an idiot and a complete loser hitting on his little brother's teacher. As if he couldn't get a date anywhere else. Which was true, but the whole world didn't need to know that.

"Any other questions?"

About another hour later, the presentations where finished and the parents began to disperse. A couple stuck around to ask more questions of teachers, but nobody ever stuck around to ask questions about a class like cooking. It was rather self-explanatory.

For some reason, Monica decided to stick around for a couple of minutes after presentations, just in case. To keep herself busy, she cleaned up the classroom to her insane standard, then packed up her belongings.

"Hey Monica," a familiar voice greeted her, coming behind her and grabbing her waist, "how ya doin'?"

"Hey Richard," Monica tired to hide her disappointment, she had really hoped she would get to see Chandler again. She turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before returning back to desk.

"You didn't answer my question? How you doin'? I haven't seen you all day, and I wanna know how your first day went!"

"It was," she paused looking for words, "fine."

"Fine? Is that code for like 'it was awful' or 'I hate my job' or something. Because let me remind you who's idea this was in the first place," he teased.

"I know, I know, this was my idea, and, no, I am not having a horrible time. It was just another day, it wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. It was just, fine."

"Is something bothering you?"

"No, no, there's nothing wrong. I'm fine," she said a bit too quickly.

"Oh come on, Mon, I know there's something! What's up?"

"Look, I already told you, it's nothing."

"If it's nothing, then why are you getting so defensive?"

"I'm not being defensive!"

"Hey Monica, I hope I'm not," Chandler stopped dead as he walked into the classroom, "oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had a guest. I'll go," he mumbled quickly.

Richard whirled around to look at Chandler, an amused smile on his face. "Chandler Bing! Well I'll be!"

Chandler stopped dead, he would have known the voice and fake laugh anywhere. "Richard," he finally made out, trying not to gag. "What a surprise."

"How do you know Monica?"

"My brother's in her class, I was just coming to ask her another question before I left," he glared daggers at the suave older man, wishing a thousand painful deaths on him.

"Oh really! You have a brother? Wow. I never knew that! How nice of you to go to your brother's parent," he stressed the word 'parent', "teacher conferences."

"How do you two know each other?" Monica finally asked, breaking the tension in the room.

"Richard here," Chandler said with sickening sweetness, "dated my girlfriend Kathy."

"Oh, well, that doesn't sound so bad? I mean dating your ex, that happens to everyone!"

"While I was still dating her," Chandler gritted his teeth.

"Richard!" Monica scolded him, "I can't believe you would ever do something like that!"

"Well, I didn't mean to, it just kinda happened," Richard tried to explain to Monica. "Chandler's blowing this way out of proportion. Really, I'm not the one he should be mad at."

"Oh, don't think you're the only one I'm mad at bucko, Kathy isn't exactly on my Christmas list either."

"Oh well," Richard searched for words, "so, your brother is in Monica's class. And Monica is now my girlfriend. How ironic is this?"

"Ironic really wasn't how I would put it," Chandler muttered, "more like someone's sick joke or something. That Big Guy Upstairs has really had it in for me these past couple of years."

Monica smiled at Chandler's little joke, "well, what can I help you with, Chandler?"

Chandler shifted uncomfortably, having not prepared a question. In fact, he was really just over there to flirt more with her, find out more about her. He couldn't get her out of his head, and now, it was even worse then him crushing on his little brother's teacher. He was now crushing on the girlfriend of the girlfriend stealer Richard. "I, erm–forgot."

She smiled, "it's okay, how about if you remember it, come and see me and I'll try and help you out, kay?"

"Kay," Chandler said slowly, hoping that neither Richard or Monica really realized why he was there. Richard could totally kick Chandler's ass, and Monica, well she had a boyfriend, and it would be laughable later.

"It was nice seeing you again, Chandler," Richard tried to act as nice as possible.

"Yeah, whatever," Chandler mumbled using one of Landon's favorite words. He turned around, raised his hand up, and walked out the door just a little more heartbroken. It probably just made it worse that Richard was the one, again.

In fact, it would probably become a pattern now. Every girl that he even talked to would date Richard before Chandler even had the chance to get to know them. It would be like his curse or something. The curse of Richard. Richard what's his name. Yea, that's it.

"Yo, man! Some guy's on the phone, say's he was your roommate in college, Ross or maybe Russ something," Joey walked into Chandler's room, holding the phone in one hand and a beer in the other.

"Eh? What does Ross want?"

"Want me to get rid of him?"

"Nah, hand it over," Chandler motioned for the phone. It had been weeks since he had seen Ross Geller in the hallway, it had taken him that long to come to terms with the whole Richard thing. He had now come to understand that there would be no woman out there for him and that he was doomed to live alone, or at least with his kid brother until the end of time.

"Hey Chandler! Sorry it took me so long to get back to you!" Ross greeted him happily, "things have just been really crazy for me."

"Oh, it's okay, no problem, man. So, what's up?"

"Well, you wanna hang out? I mean, we can go get some coffee, there's this really great place down by my sister's apartment, not far from you."

"You know where I live? What are you a stalker or something?"

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny, man. Nah, I've got the school directory here, that's how I got this number. Anyways, it's called Central Perk, how about I meet you there in like a half hour?"

"Really? Cen-cen-central Perk? Huh."

"Yeah, you know of it?"

"You might say that."

"Why? What? You've lost me."

Chandler sighed, "okay, alright, I'm kinda in between jobs right now," he mumbled, "and that's where I'm working until I can get a better job."

"Oh, hey, that's no big deal man! Come on! Everyone's had a job like that once in their life! Come on! You have to take care of your brother for crying out loud!"

"Yeah, yeah, good point," he mumbled, "so I'll see you there in a half hour?"

"Okay, bye!"

"Bye!"

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