Monica's POV

I'm outside at the boy's apartment, slightly nervous to enter because of what happened in the kitchen earlier. I know he felt it too. I knocked on the door and it opened, "Why did you knock?"

I shrugged, "I don't know,"

I noticed that Chandler already change clothes, he's now wearing a sky blue PJ with a white Tee.

"So are you excited, kiddo?" I smack his chest slightly, "Don't call me a kid, or you'll have many cuts on your face later,"

"Is that a threat, little Geller?" I glare at him jokingly.

"Maybe..."

He laughs. "Let's get started," he went to the bathroom and I followed him. The razor and the shaving foam are on the sink. Chandler sits at the edge of the tub while I'm on the toilet bowl so that we're facing each other. "Okay, Mon, it's my first time letting someone shave my beard, so pweaseee, be careful,"

Why is be being so cute? I giggled, "Yes, I'm going to be careful, just trust me, okay?"

"I've trusted you a long time, Mon," he said.

I smiled at him. I grabbed the shaving foam and open the lid, I put some of it onto my hand and wiped some of it to his beard, "Wow, that... feels so weird," getting fascinated like a child. He laughs, "You're just some little girl aren't you," he mumbles. Yeah, my fat self is in me sometimes.

After I put some of the foam, I picked up the Razor. I was going to start when Chandler grab my hand and said, "Please, be careful Mon, I don't want to ruin my beautiful face," I know he's nervous and thank God for slightly lighting up the mood, I smiled at him and nodded. He lets go and I start at the chin area. "Here it goes," I wipe it up and it's like shaving your legs but rougher. The hair sticks to the razor, so I dip it into the water and tried it again.

"Well, you're good for a beginner," Chandler said while looking at the ceiling. "Shhhhh, I'm trying to focus here," I sternly said. I don't want his face to ruin, so I'm trying to be really careful as possible.

"Wait, I need to rest my neck first, I don't want to have a steep neck," he carefully rotates his head 360. He looked at me all of a sudden, "Is it hard?" he asked me

"No, not really. Kinda enjoy it," well, it's true I really enjoyed it. "Well, if you enjoy it, I'll just go to you whenever I need to shave," he said.

I chuckle, "I'll be always open for that," he smiles at me.

We go back on shaving and where almost finish, we did kinds of beard. We had some fun. "HAHAHAHA, don't, just stop," cracking up by Chandler's imitation of a sheriff, "Why, you've got a problem young lad?" still on Sheriff's voice. We've been doing a roleplay for a while now because Chandler has a mustache and he took advantage of it.

I look at him and it's the first time that I notice something. Richard. Richard used to have a mustache like that...

"Mon?? Are you still there?" Chandler asked with a concerned voice. "What?"

I dazed out. "Are you okay? You kinda went blank and just stared at me like almost 30mins," he said adding a joke at the end of the remark.

I chuckle, "Sorry, I just remember something..." Touching my forehead.

"What's that?" he asked

"Nothing," I said. Hoping for him to stop asking.

"No, really what is it?" he looked at me in the eye, his left hand was on my thighs while the other is on my shoulder.

"Umm... Richard," I sigh.

"I'm Chandler," he said.

I breathe out, "No, Richard used to have a mustache, remember"

"Ohh.."

Good job, Monica, you just make things awkward now. "Let's just finish this then, it's kinda late and you have an early shift tomorrow," He said.

I nodded and put some of the foam again at the top of his lips.

Something came up to my mind, "Chandler"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you grew it?"

"Grew what?"

"This."

After Phoebe questioned that earlier at the apartment. I can't help but be curious about the answer.

My hand goes to his face to steady it, Chandler looks at me, and grab my wrist, and he removes some of the foam on his face, "Well... you KNOW that Richard had this when you two were in a relationship,"

I bobbed my head, curious about his reason. "I kinda idolize that big tree," Big tree? "until he broke your heart" his hands were still on my wrist soothing his thumb on my palm.

Yeah, I was devasted when Richard and I broke up, but I still don't get it."I don't get it," I confessed.

He sighs, "You should get back, Mon, It's midnight, you have work tomorrow," trying to change the topic. He stands up, grabs the stuff and puts it at the top of cabinetry.

I'm still sitting on the toilet, confused.

"Monica," I look up at him, "head back to your apartment, it's already midnight,"

"I still don't get it," is all I can say.

I stand up and close the bathroom door, leave him stunned, "Why did you bring Richard up,"

"YOU brought Richard,"

"Chandler," now I'm speaking italicized.

"NOTHING! Richard's a great guy, that's all,"

I look at him skeptically, "But my question was, Why did you grow it?"

He groaned and the next words that came into his mouth, "BECAUSE I WANT TO BE LIKE HIM!," he fired. "There I said it," his breathing quickens. I look at him shocked. No words come to my mouth. I'm completely shocked by the sudden confession.

"What?"

"Mon, just forget about it okay," he walks towards me and I backed out, My back bumps against the door "Mon, you're on the door," he said.

But I just stood there, looking at him...

"Why did you want to be like Richard?" I abruptly asked, looking down to my feet.

"Mon, let's just go to sleep,"

"No! This is the last question that I'm going to ask. Because I feel like it's connected to ME "

"If I tell you, then it'll ruin..." he mumbled.

"Ruin what?!" I didn't know that I'm so close to yelling.

" our..."

"Our what?!" " Our..." "Just say it Chandler,"

"Our Friendship," He shouted which I took by surprise, "I LIKE YOU A LOT MONICA. BUT I'M WAY OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE,"

I can't breathe, by the sudden confession. It's like I'm stuck on a box without any holes.

"I saw the guys you dated, it's either they're Tall, muscular, rich, a Doctor and Matured," he continues, "While me," he shows hands to state that remark. My eyes are burning, getting the point of his reason. "Chandler—" I going to say something when he cuts me off, "No, Mon... I don't want to hear that" my eyebrows furrowed, "I don't like being rejected especially by you, just forget what I said," he added.

I'm still blocking the door, "Chandler..." I whispered. He just sighs. "You don't have to be like Richard to like you,"

He stares at me, "I like you for being who you are," fondling my fingers while saying that, "and to tell you the truth... I hate that mustache," I snickered. I brought my head up and to look at him, "I like you, for who you are, Chandler," I said, "and you don't need to be like Richard," he just stared at me.