Finals were now over and the students could party. It had been a rough semester for Chandler and Ross. Tonight they convinced themselves that all of the girls would be drunk. Drunk girls meant easy girls who didn't care who they would make out with. So tonight the boys would score. Ross took extra care because he was going to have visitors. Monica and Rachel were coming up from home.

"Come on Ross, don't tell me you think this is going to be the night?" scorned Chandler. "There is going to be an entire room of drunken college girls and you are going to try to score with that little high school girl ." Chandler shook his head. "Man give it up. She is a fantasy."

"Listen she has never seen me in my element. The cool college guy, once she sees that, she'll have a beer and then we can go and talk and then.." Ross said as he imagined Rachel in his arms.

"Then if you get Rachel, can I have Adrienne then?" asked Chandler.

"No that would be breaking the pact." Ross yelled. "No Adrienne , no Missy, and No Molly Ringwald. That is the pact." he pointed out. "Besides Monica is coming up, " he teased.

"I told you I don't like her." said Chandler. "She is too fat. Besides she is your sister and you are my best friend. I would never come on to Rachel, she's too shallow and besides she's yours dude." he said punching him in the arm.

"After our band plays the Asian Student Union, we will have tons of girls. Way/ No Way is on its way." said Ross. "That will impress Rachel ." he said as he put some mousse on his dark hair.

Chandler put a comb through his hair and just laughed at his roommate. Delusional Ross. He still was depressed, here he looked in the mirror with his blue eyes and sandy hair. Why didn't girls like Chandler Bing? Maybe deep down he was more like his father than he thought ?He took off some of the eyeliner except when he was performing.

"What time are they getting here?" asked Chandler.

"About nine I think, Mom said they could come up tonight. Guess they are spending the night in our room." Ross said. "Monica is on your bed and Rachel is on mine."

"I bet your mom would love that." snickered Chandler. "I hope I still have a bed in the morning." he laughed.

"Dude, I told you, no more fat jokes." Ross said. He ran the pick through his permed hair. Shaking his head, he knew that he needed to get a new style very soon. He had the permed look through most of his high school years, where he resembled a younger version of his father.

The strains of Madonna ran through the room decked with tinsel and lights. Bodies were pressed up against each other as girls with teased hair and neon clothes wrapped their arms around guys with moussed hair. Chandler and Ross grabbed a beer and began to survey the party.

Missy stood in the corner with her blonde hair combed over. She sipped a beer and stared at Chandler . He looked like he was a rock star . Maybe it would be tonight. She smiled.

"Hi Chandler." she said.

"Hi Missy." he smiled. "You look gorgeous."

"The pact." Ross whispered as he took a drink from his cup.

He was right. "Later Miss." Chandler said as he walked away. Darn that pact. Missy looked so sexy and she obviously liked him. Chandler looked at his Swatch. The girls should be arriving soon. Ross , however was no where to be found.

Over by the keg, Ross Geller drank for courage. Tonight he would have her. He had never been with a girl. His first time would be with Rachel. Adrienne Turner strolled by the tap. "Ross, do you mind?" she sighed. He pumped the keg and handed it to her.

"Here you go Miss." he smiled.

"Ross, you look so good tonight. Like that guy in Hall and Oates." she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She began to blow in his ear. "I love a smart guy.' she cooed.

"Adrienne, I can't do anything tonight. My baby sister and her friend are coming up." Ross stood there as Adrienne pawed him. He hoped that Chandler wouldn't see him. Her hands combed through his dark locks. Monica wouldn't be here for a while, so he stopped fighting it.

"Why don't we go somewhere where we can have some privacy?" Ross continued to see if Chandler could find them. He would be really mad if he found out that Ross would be making out with Adrienne Turner. She took his hand and led him to the vending machines.

Chandler took another sip. He could hear two young girls chattering. It was Ross' sister and the object of his dreams. Where was he?

"Hi Chandler it's nice to see you, Not!" whined Monica. She was wearing a striped sweater that made her girth even more obvious. Chandler looked closer at Rachel. Her lips were painted and she wore a tight teal dress with black stirrups. She did not look like a high school girl, but a very desirable young woman.

He couldn't as much as he thought she was sexy. She would always belong to his best friend. She was his dream girl , his perfect idea , the woman all women would be measured.

"Hi Chandler, I'm Rachel. Remember we met at Thanksgiving?" she said.

"Uh hi Rachel, hello Monica." he said turning to the large girl. There was something about her. Ross was right she did have pretty eyes.

If only she wasn't so fat.

"You girls want a beer. No ids here." he laughed. "Monica I have no idea where your brother is."

"He is probably striking out with some girl." laughed Monica. Even Chandler laughed at that. A girl with a sense of humor. He liked that. "Rachel and I came to party and meet college guys. They can't all be as bad as you and that loser brother of mine."

Chandler did not want to spend the evening stuck with Monica and staring at Rachel. He knew Ross was somewhere. He picked a hell of time to be the Jewish Cassanova , he had to find him. After all it was his dumb sister.

"Ross! Ross!" he yelled above the music. Nothing. He continued to look around.

"College guys are so cute.' sighed Rachel. "I can't wait.' she squealed.

"But Rachel you already have a boyfriend." Monica said enviously. She had Chip Matthews, Lincoln's dream guy. Handsome and had his own motorcycle, the Chipper. Monica was seventeen and had never even been kissed. She could only watch Falcon Crest and dream of being kissed by Lance Cumson, or Jeff Colby, or Bobby Ewing.

"I know , but if some guy who looks like Corey Haim wants to kiss me, I will so let him." she smiled and continued to drink. Rachel was going in for surgery after the holidays. Monica shuddered to think what life was going to be like for her with a perfect nose. Then Monica would get no guys, forever being the fat one. Well the joke was on them, Monica had lost four pounds. She was on her way.

Chandler moved about, still looking for his roommate. He couldn't imagine where he was. He walked over to the one place he didn't look . By the vending machines, he could hear heavy breathing. He peeked around the corner and his mouth dropped. It was Adrienne being pawed by Ross.

"Oh Adrienne, Chandler mustn't ever find out." Ross said softly. Adrienne couldn't believe how drunk she was. She was actually making out with that dweeb Ross Geller. She would die of embarassment if it got around.

"Trust me Ross, no one is gonna find out about this." she said into his neck.

"Cool." he said as he continued to bite at her neck.

How could he do this to him? What about loyalty ? What about the pact. Ross would die if he found out about his own little make out sessions in the geology lab with Missy. They were so careful. She told him he looked like George Michael and that was the end of that.

Rachel was dancing with Monica.

"I am soo drunk." she said. Rachel. Hot Rachel. No he couldn't . Ross had counted on this being the night with Rachel. This was his best friend. Ross was making out with this girl that Chandler would watch walk across the campus. He would hurt him more than he would know.

"Hey Rach." Chandler called. Rachel looked over. "Yeah." she said taking another sip of her beer. "Oh shit. I have to take my SAT s tomorrow." she said thinking of her test.

"Maybe you can transfer here on a beauty scholarship." he said cooly.

"Yeah I 'll just start taking my smart pills now." she said. Chandler walked over and planted his lips on her. That'll show Geller.

Rachel pulled away. "Hey!" she exclaimed. Why was this guy kissing her? She had a little secret too. Her friend Monica kind of had a crush on this guy. He was kind of cute.

"I'm in college and I'm in a band." he said leaning toward her lips.

"Okay." Rachel said as she stuck her tongue down Chandler's throat. She put her manicured nails around his neck and then wrapped her long legs around his. He breathed heavier and heavier. So this was Rachel, boy she was a good kisser.

"Chancellor.' she sighed.

"Chandler, Chandler." he mumbled into her mouth. Suddenly she dropped to the floor. The tiny cheerleader had passed out from too much beer. God this would have been his golden opportunity. Ross would have been the hero, her white knight. Chandler lifted her into his arms and headed toward the elevator. He went towards their dorm room. Monica hovered over the beds. Apparently pizza and beer did not mix.

"I feel sick.' she moaned.

"Monica wait." he said as he laid the passed out Rachel on his bed. He led the brunette to the wastebasket where she threw up and then wanted to sleep.

"Here, you'll be fine." Chandler said as he tucked a blanket around her as he laid her on Ross ' bed. "I'll go get your brother to take care of you." he said.

"Don't tell mom." she mumbled into the blanket.

Chandler was gone. At that moment, Ross stumbled into the dorm room. He had been abandoned by Adrienne and had at least four more beers. Giggling he stumbled along.

"Rach?" he said . That had always been his special name for her. It just always seemed to fit her. "Just like sleeping beauty and I am her prince." he giggled. "Prince Ross." he laughed. Monica had always called him that because he was always treated like the favorite. Tonight he liked that name.

He eyed the sleeping figure on the bed. She slept so peacefully. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. His aim was bad , so he ended up kissing her on the lips. Wait a minute, he felt something. Did Rachel know it was him? He put his lips closer to hers and pressed them to her ruby lips. "Good night my love." he whispered. He closed the door and went back to the common room.

Monica slowly woke up and saw Rachel on the other bed asleep. She sighed, at last she had been kissed by a mysterious stranger. She couldn't wait to tell Rachel. Maybe it was Chandler?

Ross had the biggest smile on his face. He had finally kissed his dream.

"Chandler guess what?" he stumbled back into the party. Chandler kept quiet. Ross must never find out.