Chandler grabbed his bag and put it on his shoulder. He got out of the airport and saw some paparazzi. He pulled his cap down hoping that they wouldn't see him. He could hear a few of them ask if it was Chandler Bing.

"Hey Chandler where's your girlfriend?" One of them screamed as they began to take lots of pictures.

Chandler sighed and kept walking. He saw the car that was supposed to pick him up and quickly got in. He had come back to California after a long 3 weeks. The 3 weeks were filled with tons and tons of paparazzi and calls. He was sick of it. He just wanted to go home and see Monica. He really missed her. He had called her once. He wanted to call her some more but he wasn't sure if he was supposed to do that. He was very aware of the whole Sasha incident. He knew that Monica probably didn't hear about it because she never read tabloids. Only fashion magazines. He really couldn't wait to lay in his own bed. It was time for him and Monica to really start working on their relationship. He was free for the next month and he was pretty sure she wasn't super busy. He smiled when he saw his house. "Thank you sir." Chandler smiled and gave the man a tip. He grabbed his bag and got out. "Home sweet home". He opened the door. He could here that the tv was on in the den? He smiled and walked into the den. He saw Ross kissing Rachel on the couch. Which was a little weird since he didn't see their car outside. He smiled. "Hey don't you 2 have a house?" He laughed. "Where's Monica?"

The two split apart and Chandler saw that the guy wasn't Ross... and the girl was Monica. He dropped his bag on the floor and stared at them.

"Chandler what are you doing here?"

"I came home to see you..." He said his jaw growing tighter.

"Chandler this is Calvin. Calvin Chandler."

Calvin reached his hand out to shake Chandler's hand but Chandler didn't take it. He pulled it back and shook his head. "Nice to meet you." He looked at Monica. "I'm gonna go."

"Ok." She smiled and hugged him. "I'll call you."

Chandler shook his head and walked towards the stairs. He walked up and went straight towards the room. He threw his bag on the floor and began ripping the comforter off the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"How could you?" Chandler said ripping the sheets off.

"How could I what?"

"How could you sleep with him in our home?"

"WHAT!"

"This is our home Monica.. our home that we built together."

"I did not sleep with Calvin."

Chandler sighed and sat down on a black leather chair. He put his head in his hands.

"I didn't sleep with him."

"But you were going to weren't you?" Chandler's eyes were red.

"No I wasn't."

"What was that downstairs?"

"We were kissing.. but.."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why were you kissing? Who is he? Why is he in our home kissing you. Why?"

"I've been seeing him for the past couple of days.."

"I thought we were going to work on our marriage..."

"I thought so too.."

They both sat silently for a while. "How could you move on so fast?"

"You moved on first."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Monica walked over to her nightstand and grabbed magazine and threw it at Chandler.

Chandler looked down and saw the pictures of him and Sasha. "What are you doing with this?" He asked looking up at her. "You know everything in here is bullshit!" He said throwing it against the wall. "You know. What suddenly gave you the urge to look at this crap? You don't trust me?"

"You were always talking about Sasha Clark when you came home from New York. You only called me once even though you told me you were going to call everyday. "

"Sasha is my friend. She's Joey's girlfriend. I didn't call you because I wasn't sure if you really wanted me to call. "

"So she isn't your girlfriend?"

"No.." He said shaking his head. "We were coming out of the restaurant and she was reassuring me that the paparazzi were going to go away but I guess she wasn't thinking clearly."

"Oh my god.. I'm so so sorry." Tears began to fill her eyes. "I didn't.. I didn't know." She said kneeling down and put her hands on his thigh. "I'm so so so so sorry."

"You didn't even ask me.. You just.. assumed."

"I'm sorry." Monica cried and hugged him.

Chandler stood up and walked out of the room.

Monica cried and followed him. "Chandler please forgive me."

"No."

"Please. I didn't.."

"Monica I really don't want to talk to you right now."

"Chandler.."

"No." He said sitting down in the living room. "Did you and that guy make out here?"

"No.. Chandler.."

He put his feet up and turned on the t.v.

Monica sat next to him. "I love you." She whispered.

He didn't look at her.

Monica looked at him. "Want to go out and eat tonight?"

He didn't respond.

Monica sighed and walked up stairs. A couple minutes later she came back down with a little black Prada duffle bag.. She stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited for him to look at her. "I'm gonna go to Rachel's tonight.. let you cool off.."

"Have fun with Calvin."

"He's so mad at me." Monica said trying not to cry because she was out in public.

"Sweetie don't worry you didn't do anything wrong." Rachel said sipping her water. "You guys are separated you're allowed to see other people."

"He's mad.. I mean we're supposed to work on our marriage."

"He'll get over it.. You know Chandler.. he can't stay mad at you."

"Here you go." The waiter handed Rachel her black credit card and the receipt.

"Thank you." Rachel smiled and took out her Gucci wallet and slid her card into one of the slots. She put her wallet back into her small white Balenciaga. She handed Monica the valet ticket.

Monica got up and grabbed her large beige and ebony Gucci tote she took out a 50 and put it on the table. Monica walked towards the door and saw a swarm of paparazzi. She pushed the door open. They had been following her every day since Chandler's pictures came out. Monica gave the ticket to the valet and kept her head down.

"They weren't here earlier." Rachel mumbled.

Monica saw Rachel's pearl white Range Rover pull up and quickly got in.

Rachel got in after tipping the guy and drove away. "Sweetie.. it's ok." She said rubbing Monica's arm. "He's never stayed mad at you longer then 2 days."

"Thanks Rach." She whispered.

Monica took off her Dior sunglasses and set them on them on a black wooden table in the dining room. She walked up the stairs and set bag down. Chandler was sitting in bed reading. "Hey." She said softly. The bed was remade with a new set of sheets.. sheets she hadn't seen before.

He looked up. "Hey."

"Sleep well?"

"As well as I've been sleeping for the past 3 weeks..."

"You eat yet?"

"No.. I'm not really hungry."

"You have to eat breakfast."

"I'm not hungry." He looked back down at the script he was studying.

Monica sat on the bed and touched his hand. "Come on. Go change. Please."

Chandler put down his pencil and script and got out of bed. "Ok. " He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He walked into the closet and grabbed a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He changed and walked down the stairs. Monica was sitting in the kitchen waiting patiently. "Ready."

A smile spread across her face. "Ok." She got up grabbed the Gucci sunglasses in front of her and walked out.

Chandler grabbed his keys and walked out. "Let's take the BMW." Chandler said unlocking his gray metallic BMW sedan.

"Ok.. I'm gonna get my purse." Monica ran into her car and grabbed her Gucci tote and got into the passenger side of the BMW.

Chandler started the car. "Where do you want to go?"

"Doesn't matter."

"K."

"So um.. how was New York."

"Sucked. I worked most of the time.. and when I wasn't working I was being hunted down by the damn paparazzi."

"I'm really sorry.. I was really mad that I.. I snapped..."

"You snapped? You picked some random guy?"

"I told someone and they set me up.. and I said ok because.. I thought you... you moved on."

"But why were you even looking at that? Why were you reading it?"

"It was a prop on the movie set... and it was there... It was sitting there and I grabbed it and didn't realize it was you until the scene started... And it was.. it was hard. I thought you were moving on and I wanted to make you mad..."

"You did."

"But that's because I thought..." Tears slid down Monica's cheeks.

Chandler stopped at a stop light and looked at Monica. He hated seeing her cry. He looked back at the rode. He really didn't want to give in easily this time. He wanted to be mad.. wanted to stay mad.

"I.. I'm so sorry Chandler. I.. I do want to work on our marriage. More then anything.. Will you forgive me?" She whispered.

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