A/N:
So I wrote this last year and I'm just posting it now. It's only a short story so it doesn't really matter. I just hope you'll like it! Enjoy!

Set in The one where Rachel smokes.


He blew the puff of air on the cold wind as he sniffs the unfaithful scent of it.

It's been a while since he started smoking again and he missed the burning sensation through his airwaves and how it took his stress away.

He stopped smoking when he got into a relationship with Monica. She didn't like the smell of it and the causes that will bring into the body.

When she catched Chandler sneaking into Rachel's purse, taking out the carton of cigarettes. Monica cleared him out. She let him chose between the cigarettes or her.

Of course, she loves Monica, without hesitation, he chooses her but deep inside he badly wanted a smoke.

And now here he is, smoking on the rooftop of their apartment, trying to hide from her. He needed this, he was stress and sad about none of his friends remember his birthday even his girlfriend.

He thought of all people, Monica is the one who'll remember it, but he was wrong.

He took a deep drag and breath out, it was fulfilling to him. The sensation was fulfilling to him. Then suddenly he heard a gasp from behind.

"Chandler! Are you smoking?!" Monica exclaimed walking towards him, hugging herself from the cold. She was mad at her herself that she forgot to bring a coat.

"How did you find me here? I knew I should hide from my office," he muttered and Monica glares at him.

"Why are you smoking? You promised me that you're never going to smoke again!"

"I was stress, okay! and I only took two tiny cigarettes..." he said and Monica noticed the fib on his sentence.

She looks down and saw a dozen of tiny cigarettes butts on the floor, she looked up again at him with a raging expression.

"Okay, maybe a pack...but I promise you this is the last time I'm going to smoke," throwing out the last cigar.

She just looks at him with the same expression. She huffs and searches the pockets on his suit and pants. She took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his work clothes and he looks at her bewilderment.

"What are you doing?" he asked and she ignores him.

She took one cigarette and lit it up.

Chandler had no idea where this going, but becoming anxious about his girlfriend.

When she lighted it up, the next thing that she did, shock him. She hesitantly put it into her mouth and take a long, deep drag. He knows she never smoke before and it made him worry.

"Monica, stop—" he was going to take the cigarette out of her but she shoves him away.

She violently coughs but continues to take a drag. "Monica, stop it—"

"How does it feel seeing someone you love doing this nasty thing!" she shot back and continues to blow.

Chandler stood frozen. She pointed out why she doesn't want to see him smoking.

"I watched you smoked, Chandler for years and it killed me! and...and...and I was relieved when you stop... and now, I'm seeing you again with this cancer sticks!" gesturing her hand with a cigarette in it.

Chandler doesn't know what to say.

He didn't know that this was what she felt when she saw him smoking all those years ago.

He looked at her and notice her tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips are turning pale.

He walks towards her, grabbing her wrists, throwing the smoke in her fingers on the floor, stepping it, "I don't want you to smoke," he whispered.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't want you to smoke neither..." She trailed out.

"Monica..."

"No, I don't want you to complain. Just please stop doing this," She pleaded.

He looks at her for a while and a flashback from years ago went to his head.

"How come you let Richard do it?" he asked, letting go of her wrist.

"What?"

"How come you let Richard do it? Smoke, I mean,"

Monica was flustered for a while. Yeah, why did she let Richard do it, during their relationship? Does Chandler think it's unfair that he let Richard do it and not him?

She sighs, "Because I saw Richard in a different outlook..." she said and he looks at her puzzle, "He was mature...and age...as much as I wanted to warned him to stop...I can't..." she said, clutching the box if carton that still in her hand.

"But you're my best friend, Chandler, not only my best friend but the person I love the most... and seeing you inhaling this, kills me. You're still young and I don't like the thought you might not live as long as I do," she said.

"I love you and if you love me then you have to quit smoking..."

He gulped. Don't know what to say at the last statement.

He noticed she was shivering from the cold and doesn't have any cloth to warm her up. He remove his suit, still not saying anything and put it around her body and sigh.

He cups her face, wiping the damp on her cheeks and looks at her eyes, "I love you Monica. God knows how much I love you and if this thing... kills you then I'll stop...I don't want to lose you too..." he mumbled.

"Promise me."

"I promise," he said, tucking the strand behind her ear, "I'll never break it this time..." he added.

She smiled at him and tip-toed to kiss him softly on the lips. He doesn't want to lose her, she's the best thing that happened to his life and if smoking is the reason then he'll try to quit.

For her.

When she dropped down, Chandler made a face, "Gosh, you stink," he joked and she hits his chest slightly, "I'm getting from my boyfriend who blew dozens of it. Anyway, I'm getting quite hazy. Let's go downstairs, it's chilling out here and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I need to wash my mouth," she said, grabbing his hands and head to their apartment.

Love is the best kind of addiction, anyway.