Although that I think this fic is complete crap, I am going to finish it out of responsiblity/duty/whatever you wanna call it (I'm really blanking out on words right now).

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Landon stared at Ross as they continued their awkward silence, both really having nothing to say to the other. Ross had started out with a "how are you liking high school" bit, but Landon had counter with a "I'm a sophomore idiot" comment. It seemed both sides were equally hating Chandler at the moment.

"So, um, Chandler must be running late, huh," Ross mumbled, "What's he like as a brother, anyways? He's a pretty cool guy, but you're his little brother, so y'know. I wasn't exactly the nicest to my little sister growing up, it kinda comes with the territory."

"You talk a lot, don't you?"

"You are Chandler's brother," he deadpanned, "There's no disputing that."

He rolled his eyes, "He's okay," he mumbled out.

"He's okay, okay," Ross repeated, half annoyed, half figuring out a way to kill Chandler without getting caught. "Well, he was different in college, you remember him back then, right?"

Landon shrugged, "Not really."

"Come on? He's what? Twenty-five? And you're what, fifteen? Sixteen?"

"I'll be sixteen in December."

"Alright, so you were nine when he left, you have to remember what he was like! I remember things from when I was nine for Christ's sake!"

Landon shrugged, "Whatever, dude, we just shouldn't talk or bond or whatever and say we did, alright?"

"Fine by me," Ross mumbled, "Let's just watch TV, that way we don't have to talk cause we seem bad at that."

"Whatever, Mr. G," Landon crossed his arms and leaned further back into his chair, obviously not interested in anything that Ross had to say or do.

"You can call me Ross, y'know," he paused and thought about that option, "Outside of school that is. Cause in here, I'm no teacher, I'm just plain ol' Ross, but in the classroom I am your teacher and you shouldn't call me by my first name, the school would have my head."

Landon just gave a silent nod to that, his eyes trained on the TV in front of him.

"You want anything to eat or something?"

He grunted a 'no'.

"Alright then, we'll just wait for Chandler," he mumbled quietly, "Where are you Chandler? I am so gonna kill you."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, just thinkin' out loud about how much fun I'm having."

"Sure thing."

"Will you at least give me one answer to one question about your father?" Monica blurted out in the middle of the cab ride.

Chandler looked over at her, "Depends on the question." A tactical move on his part, it was better not to make any promises he couldn't keep.

"Why don't you want Landon to know his father? I mean, I understand he left you, but, doesn't he have a right to know?"

"Would you want to meet somebody that wants nothing to do with you?" He said dully, not even bothering to look at her. "If he cared so much, why'd he end up with me?"

"You know, he's not a curse," she reasoned, "He's a pretty good kid most days, one of the better ones considering."

"Yeah, I know," he sighed, "But it's hard. I feel like a single parent, making my life become rather fucked most of the time."

"I know a lot of people who've done the single parent thing, and I don't think they think their lives are fucked. They love their children."

"Yeah, but how many of them are your close, best friends and confidants?"

"Well,"

"See. And besides, the kids are their own little mistakes. Landon is my brother, I should be beating him up instead of sending him to his room."

"Where is your mom, anyways?"

"God knows. Something tells me she's not in France anymore. She never was one for monogamy. But, she hasn't sent any message along to her teenage son, just left him in the dust with his older brother hoping things just might sort out themselves."

Monica lowered her head a little, "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what?"

"I've complained about my parents so much, but they're still here. My mom still calls. My father just stopped by the other night to make sure I was alright after the abysmal disaster of another one of my relationships."

Chandler smiled faintly, "Don't be. The Bings' have horrible marriages and even worse relationships. I think it's genetic. I'm okay."

"Come on, you'll find somebody!" She patted him on the knee, "How bout this! Next time we see each other, we'll rent a chick mobile and cruise the streets for some hot babes!"

Chandler looked at her horrified, "Oh god, please don't ever say those words again."

She smiled sheepishly, "It's the thought that counts," she mumbled in defense. He just gave her a stern look, "Well, yeah, maybe we won't get a cool car, instead we can just go out to some bars or something. I'll look for a new guy and you can look for a new girl!"

Chandler's smile faulted a second, but he recovered quickly. He prayed to God that she didn't notice. "Yeah," he mumbled out, "That'd be great. You can get a new guy, and I'll find a new life ruiner for me. It'll be fun."

The cab slowed down as they came to Ross's apartment, and finally halted just outside of the building. Chandler looked over to Monica for a moment, before she could notice, then back up to the cab driver.

"Well, I'll go get Landon, you can take the cab if you want. Our place is just a couple of minutes walk from here, so yeah," he offered another small smile, "Thanks for putting up with me," he handed her a small collection of bills for the cab ride.

Monica nodded, "Right back at you," she smiled. "See you around?"

He opened the cab door and stepped out, "Of course. We gotta go and pick up some chicks remember?" He teased.

Monica rolled her eyes, "That thought!"

"Sure thing," he chuckled and shut the door. He watched as the cab took off again, driving back in the opposite direction of where he was standing.

He watched the cab until it had finally gone out of sight, ignoring the sense of stupidity that nudged at his heart. "Dammit, Bing, get a hold of yourself," he muttered angrily before he turned and walked into the apartment building.

"I'm home!" Monica called as she walked into her apartment.

Rachel walked out from her room into the living room, "Hey, how was the movie?"

"A bust, but it was fun," she confessed, "I got coffee with Chandler afterwards, that kinda made up for the movie from hell."

"Ooh, getting over Richard so soon are we?" Rachel teased, as she plopped down onto the oversized chair in the corner of the living room. "And with the guy that Richard screwed over nonetheless. How Lifetime movie is this story? I mean just add in one of you having cancer, and bam! You've got quite a hit on your hands, Mon."

"Okay," she chuckled, "You know it's not like that. Chandler's just a friend. In fact, we're gonna go out sometime and find new significant others for each other."

"What? Is that code for: Me and Chandler are secretly dating?"

Monica rolled her eyes, and sat down on the couch opposite Rachel. "No! And you know it! I don't like Chandler like that! He's just a friend. Just a friend." Rachel gave her a look, "Just a friend!"

"You know when you say 'just a friend more then once' it's kinda like you're in denial, y'know?"

"JUST A FRIEND!"

Rachel raised her hands up, "Okay. Whatever you say, Geller."

"He's just a friend."

"I agreed with you, argument over."

"Just a friend!"

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