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Chapter 2

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"Oh my GOD Monica!" Rachel practically screamed as she jumped up and ran to Chandler, the others not far behind.

Rachel knelt down next to Chandler and he stirred slightly. Monica kept her distance, a guilty look plastered across her face.

"What the..?" Chandler mumbled confused. He opened his eyes and was staring up at 4 concerned faces. Joey offered his hand to Chandler and he grabbed it, wincing as Joey helped pull him up.

"You okay man?" Joey asked as Chandler stood up, he swayed slightly so Joey put his hands on his shoulders to steady him.

Chandler put his hand on his head. "Jeez my head!" He paused and then turned to Monica. "You threw a plate at me?" He said, his voice angry.

"I'm so sorry Chandler! It was an accident!"

"Game's over." Chandler said sharply and then stormed out of the apartment. Monica ran after him.

Chandler was rummaging around in the bathroom cabinet for aspirin when he heard someone enter. He inwardly groaned, he wanted to be left alone, his head was banging and talking was just irritating it.

"Chandler?" Monica timidly called out.

Chandler grabbed a bottle of aspirin and walked out the bathroom.

"Not now Monica, okay."

"But…" Monica tried to protest.

"Look, my head is banging, and talking is only making it worse so just leave me alone tonight. I just wanna go to bed." He then turned and walked into his bedroom without waiting for Monica to reply.

Monica stood there, itching to go and say she's sorry and to make sure that his head is okay. But she didn't want to piss him off and he wants to be alone. She turned and quietly left the apartment.

When Chandler didn't show up for breakfast the next morning Monica wasn't really surprised, however she was still concerned.

"Joey have you seen Chandler this morning?" She asked.

"I checked on him last night and was asleep, same this morning."

"I hope he's alright." Monica said a concerned frown on her face.

"Best leave him alone." Ross stated.

Monica's frown deepened, she was still worried.

Monica couldn't relax, she had cleaned the whole apartment, in the process managed to drive all her friends to Central Perk, she had rearranged her wardrobe and made Chandler an "I'm sorry" chocolate cake.

It was 2.47pm.

She couldn't wait any longer; she picked up the cake and marched out of the apartment.

Chandler was quietly watching TV, his headache reduced to a dull throb. He heard the apartment door quietly open and he stood up.

"Hey." She timidly said. After a pause with no response she tried again. "I made you a cake." She placed it on the kitchen table.

"I'm SO sorry Chandler." She declared.

"I know." Chandler softly said. "I'm sorry too, kinda my fault too."

Monica's face looked confused.

"I…" Chandler started, he looked down at his feet, "I kinda like competitive Monica, so that's why I got you all riled up."

"Really?" Monica said surprised.

Chandler got more embarrassed and started shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Err…well; it's just that you don't pretend with me." He paused. "When I was growing up everyone used to tip-toe around me because I was pitied as a child of divorce. I hated it!" He paused again and met her eyes. "But you tell me off, and do your best to win fair and square and I like it."

Monica's face relaxed into a massive smile. "Awww sweetie." She said as she stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. "So are we okay now?" She asked.

He let her go and smiled. "Yeah we're okay." A slight pause and then he spoke again. "Can I have my cake now?" Monica laughed.

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