Chandler's POV

I quickly leave the apartment, escaping from the uncomfortable moment that just happened. If Rachel hasn't disturbed us, are we going to kiss again? Why did I even suggested that, she might think that I'm going crazy but she kissed me back, so that's good.

I felt a knock on the door and I jumped back. I walk towards it and open it, "Monica," I gulped, "What are you doing here? Do you need something?"

She shakes her head, "No. I just want to give your coat back, Thank you," giving me my green coat and I felt her fingers into my hands, "N— No problem," I stammered.

"That's it... I'll see you again tomorrow," she said but she looks at me with an intense gaze.

"Yeah... I'll see you tomorrow too..." I mumbled.

I kept focus on her lips, wanting to feel them again. I noticed that she's doing the same too. Before I knew it, I'm guiding her inside my apartment and pushing her softly on the door, hitting her back at it, as I hesitantly put a peck on her lips, and again, and again. Then the intensity starts, she slides her arms around my neck, pressing our lips hard but still tender and passionate.

Why does this feel right? Why does kissing Monica feels so right, even though she's one of my best friends, she's like the missing puzzle that fully completes me.

Suddenly she slides her other hand of my chest pushing me softly, "Chandler, we can't..." she mumbled, running her fingers at the back of my head, looking at me sympathetically. Her eyes are already forming some tears.

My world completely crashes again.

"What?"

"We can't..." she said again, having the courage to say it out loud. I just look at her and shake my head.

Now, what was this all about? She just kissed me then saying afterwards that she doesn't want this.

I grab her face and crashes my lips at hers, kissing her harder, she kisses me back but after a few moments she stopped, "You're making this harder for the both of us..." she mumbles, her other hand still gripping at my hair, "We can't, Chandler..." She said again, dropping both hands down.

I stopped kissing her and trail my hands on her neck, brushing my thumb over her throat and I felt her swallow, "Why? Why don't you want this to happen?..." still keeping our distance close, travelling hands across her arms.

Her breathing hitches, "Because you're my best friend and if something happens—"

"Something already did happen, Monica!" Moving away from her, and looking down on her bump that's becoming visible.

Why doesn't she want this?

"Something did already happened between us, I know! but I don't think I can handle being with you—"

"Oh so you're saying that you can't handle to be with me; Neurotic, Immature, scared commitment-phobe Chandler, who just knows how to be funny all the time and his jokes isn't even that funny. Oh hey, don't forget to add it up he might be gay!" I vented out as I walk across the living room.

"NO! THAT'S NOT IT IF YOU JUST LET ME FINISH—"

"No, you don't need to finish it Mon. I get what you mean..."

"NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT—"

"OH. WAIT. WAIT. IF YOU'RE FEELING A LITTLE SKITTISH OR— OR. DEPRESS I'M HERE TO USE ME UP, SINCE THAT'S WHERE YOU GOOD AT—"

In a split second, I felt a sting, burning sensation at the other side of my face and not a pleasant feeling.

I didn't bother to look up. I just listen to her roughly, heavily breathing, "I thought this is going to be one of my best nights but I was wrong... you hurt me today, Chandler..."

I winced as her voice broke, "I think it's best if you don't get involved... into this whole pregnancy thing... I have Phoebe and Rachel to help me anyway... Happy New Year,"

And that she leaves the apartment, slamming the door behind her. I just stood at my place and I can still feel the burning sensation of her slap. I look at the door, where she left and sigh. Why do I have to push her into things?!

Monica's POV

I cried as I went into my apartment and my bedroom. I can't believe he just said that, into my face. If he only let me talked then he'll understand what I meant, but no, he continues to argue.

I think it's best if he didn't get involved with the baby. I don't need him, I can do this on my own...I can go to the hospital next week and do the sonogram alone. I don't need him to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time, holding his hand and seeing his reaction. I don't need any of that...except I want all of that.

I dropped myself on the ground, hugging my knees. Sometimes I don't get myself. I want to be with him...but at the same time I'm scared...scared to screw our relationship up. Well, now our friendship is screwed, what will- if we got together...

Why does life need to be complicated?


Sorry, if this is a short chapter. My schedule is becoming hectic, but I'll try to post as fast as I could.