Hi, sorry I didn't update last night, I had to go to my gym. Thank you for all the kind reviews. I have some really good ideas for the next chapters. This one will be funny I hope, I'm really good with Chandler humor because I speak fluent sarcasm. Ok on with the story enjoy!

Disclaimer: no duh I don't own them if I did I would be making another season.

"So, Monica, where do you work now?" asked Chandler.

"Oh, I work at a restraunt called Javu, I'm the head chef." she mused, she loved to tell people about her job. Chandler found it endearing, how she was so proud of her job. He on the other hand loved his job, but was often made fun of for.

"Wow, you must be a great chef." he said.

"Thanks, so your Nichole's choir director?" she asked. He nodded in response. "She told me that you needed a caterer. I'd be happy to help." she said with a smile.

"Oh really, thanks you don't know how easy this makes it now lasdaytime we hosted it, which was like five years ago, we didn't have a caterer. We did so bad I am surprised they asked us to do it again. I mean I tried to get everything done but I screw everything I do up." he laughed, she laughed to, he loved her laugh, it was like music to his ears. He stared at her for a while until he noticed what he was doing, he also realized that the whole table was listening to his conversation.

"What?" she askeduShe caught him staring at her.

"N-n-nothing." he blushed, he went back to eating his food. Phoebe looked at him weird, then mouthed 'we need to talk' and motioned towards the bedroom. "Excuse us." He said. And they got up and left, to the guest bedroom.

"You like Monica!" she exclaimed a's Chandler closed the door.

"I-I-I do not." he stutterd. She looked at him, she could read him like a book. "Is it that noticeable?" he asked.

"Well for me it is because 1 I am phsycic, duh, and 2 you just stared at her for like forever in the kitchen." she said.

He sighed, he never felt this way before, not even Kathy.

The dinner was great and Monica and Chandler kept on talking throgh out the night. Monica was driving home when Nichole asked her a question.

"Do you like Chandler?" Nichole asked. Monica blushed bright red. "You do, you do like him! Ahhh, Monica Bing has a nice ring to it huh." Nichole said.

"Honey why did you become so interested in my love life anywaya." Monica asked, Nichole shrugged.

"I don't know, I like Chandler." Nichole said, Monica sighed. Truthfully she didn't know what she felt about Chandler.

Chandler was riding his bike home. He did have a car but he never drove itour less completely nesscesary. Ever since his girlfriend, Erin died in a car crash in highschool he was to affraid to drive he didn't know if that would happen to him, so he gave up on that. Chandler gave Monica his number that night, but it was strictly he could call him about the tryouts. Chandler got home, he entered his home. It was small but he felt at home here. It had two bedrooms a small living room but the kitchen was a nice size, even though he never cooked.

He looked on his answering machint's licked the button. He had one message; 'Hey it's Monica, just wanted to let you know I am free tomorrow night 8, we can start planning then. Call me back and I'll give the details bye.' the message rang out in the room. Chandler called Monica. After three rings she picked up.

"Hello?" her voice said. Chandler suddenly became nervous he was never good at talking to girls, especially ones he liked.

"Hi it's Chandler I was just calling you back, umm about the details, you know so what about them, if youshould just-" he rambled on he was cut off by her voice.

"Chandler are you ok, you sound nervous." she said suspiciously, little did she know he didn't just sound nervous he looked it too. His glasses that he wore that day we foged up, he was pacing around the couch, and his hand her shakes and clammy.

"Oh it's nothing I just rode my bike I'm out of breath." he said half lying.

"Oh ok, well we can meet at my place tomorrow, after school, and get planning, my address is 5647 Henry avenue, it's in the same neighbor hood as Ross." she said.

"O-o-ok th-th-that sounds great,oke see you then bye." he said quickly and hung up.

On the other end of the line.

He hung up on her like that, and why did he sound so nervous?

It was 8 o' clock on the dot and Chandler knocked on Monica's door. Nichole answerd it.

"Hi Mr. Bing." She said in a sweet voice. "Come in."

"You know you can call me Chandler outside of school right." he said stiffling a laugh.

"Ok." she said a she smiled. "MOM CHANDLERS HERE!" she yelled. Monica came downstairs in black jeans and a navy sweater and her hait pulled up in a ponytail. Chandler thought she looked amazing.

"Hi Chandler." she said.

"Hi Mon." he said, she looked at him funny. "oh, uhhhggg, sorry, can I call you Mon?" he asked she nodded, she thought it was funny that he got so nervous.

"Ok let's get planning." she said with a smile.

Ok how was that I swear I will update their new love by tomorrow if not Thursday. And also I think this is the longest chapter I had to write. To all my fans out there give some ideas for chapter 4 after tow the planning which will be chapter three. Oh and to clear up any choir confusion if you didn't read my comment, state is a choir that goes for all the states highschoolchoirs to tryout for. And alto is the lowestgorilla singer second sapranos are middle and sapranos are the highest. Ok thanks and pleas review.