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CHAPTER SEVEN

Rachel and Phoebe stumbled away from the door when Joey came out. "Well…?" Phoebe asked, almost accusingly.

"I, uh…," Joey began.

"Have you been lying to us?" Ross questioned.

"…yeah," Joey stuttered. "Sorry,"

"Joey!" Rachel exclaimed. "How could you?"

"I, uh, I…,"

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Back in the kitchen, Monica and Chandler grinned at each other. They seemed to be going along with it. Joey stormed back into the kitchen. "There!" he exclaimed. "Are you happy now?"

"Hey, man…thanks," Chandler said.

"Okay, but I'm done covering for you! This is it!"

"Okay," Monica said, sharing a glance with Chandler.

"Oh, but I did…I did get you two out of seeing a movie with us," Joey said, giving them a small smile. "Have fun, you two,"

Monica and Chandler grinned at each other, and Chandler wrapped an arm around her waist. Only after they were sure their four friends had left did they make their way up to the bedroom.

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Joey left the kitchen and practically ran Rachel over again. "You have got to stop doing that!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah," she said, shrugging it off.

"Did they buy it?" Phoebe asked in a quiet voice. Joey nodded.

"Okay, let's put the plan into action," Ross said. The other three nodded and they made their way out the door. They got in the car, because they knew that Monica and Chandler thought that they were going to a movie. Then they drove so that they were just out of sight, and waited.

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"Chandler?" Monica whispered, her hot breath fluttering onto his skin. He looked up from his attempt to undo the buttons on her blouse.

"Yeah?" he said in just as much of a hushed tone.

"I know you don't want to…but I really think we should tell them,"

"Monica…,"

"No, I-I love you, Chandler," she said softly, stroking his cheek gently. "I don't want to have to sneak around forever. They practically know anyway,"

"Yeah, I…I guess," he agreed. "I just…I'm happy with what we have right now. And I-I have this feeling, that as soon as they know, something will come between us, and…," he trailed off, looking sheepish.

"And…?" she asked softly, edging him on.

"I don't want to lose you," he said, focusing his attention on the comforter that they were sitting on, tracing the floral pattern with his finger.

"Hey," she said, lifting his chin up so that he was looking her in the eye. "You're not going to lose me," He looked at her, as if he didn't believe her. "You really think I'd let that happen?" she asked, and he could hear the hurt in her voice.

"No, no, I-,"

"Chandler, this is about us and not about our friends, okay?"

"Okay," he said, before leaning in and kissing her deeply.

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Ross checked his watch one last time. "Okay, let's go," he said, causing Rachel to look up from her magazine and Phoebe and Joey to look up from their (what seemed pointless) conversation about what happens after you die.

"We're moving in," Phoebe said, and Ross realized, after a few seconds, that she was pretending to be in the army. She gave Ross a salute and he half-heartedly returned it, before quietly getting out of the van and motioning for them to follow. They quietly ran back up to the house, stopping every once in awhile to hide behind a tree or something. Rachel pointed out that that really wouldn't be necessary; she didn't think Monica and Chandler would be looking out the window in the middle of-

Ross had stopped her right there, having heard enough.

They reached the house and cautiously went in, being careful not to slam the door behind them.

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"Did you hear something?" Chandler asked, pulling away from Monica.

"No…," she said, looking at him with a questioning look.

"You sure?"

"Chandler, if I had heard something, wouldn't I have told you about it?"

"Yeah, I…,"

"They're at the movies, okay?" Monica said with a smile on her face. "They won't be back for another hour or two, at the least,"

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Rachel led the way up the stairs, with Ross close behind her, followed by Phoebe, and…now that she looked, Joey wasn't following them. She glared at Ross and made a motion. He didn't get it, so she mouthed, where's Joey?

They turned around and, sure enough, he was in the kitchen, making a sandwich.

"Joey!" Phoebe hissed.

"What? We….oh!" he exclaimed, miraculously putting down his sandwich and following them, as they again approached the stairs.

They were now in the hallway. Silently, they crept towards the room that Monica and Rachel were sharing. The door was slightly open, and the four of them peered into the crack. Sure enough, Monica and Chandler were kissing.

"Aha!" Rachel exclaimed, opening the door all the way. The two lovers visibly jumped.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Phoebe yelled, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Damn," Monica muttered. She looked at Chandler. "I think we lost,"

He shook his head. "Nah," he said, taking a pillow from the bed and running over to hit the first person he saw, which happened to be Ross, on the head. Monica grabbed another pillow and went after Phoebe, while Joey and Rachel ran to the other rooms, getting as many pillows as they could possibly find.

Throughout the pillow fight, the original teams had become forgotten; it didn't matter who won or lost. This went on for about an hour, until the six friends collapsed on the floor, in a mixture of exhaustion and the fact that none of them could stop laughing.

"I think we won," Chandler said to Monica, who grinned at him.

"Yeah, I think we did, too,"

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