It had been months since Monica had spoken to Chandler. She had hit rock bottom. No-one knew.
It was amazing what a smile could hide.
What had really hurt was when Chandler moved seats. She understood it, he was probably sick of them not talking.
He was probably sick of her.
Monica's life had went back to like it was before Chandler appeared. She sat alone.
She was alone.
Even Rachel had given up on her. She didn't talk to her anymore. She had went back to her friends that she had before.
Monica sat in Maths, hearing Chandler laugh from the back of the classroom. At least he had friends. Monica got on with her work. She heard foot steps behind her. What if it was Chandler? She turned and saw it was a random boy from her class. She looked at him.
"What?" She asked.
"I was just thinking. Remember when I called you fat?" He said. Monica nodded. "I was just thinking. You were quite pretty when you were fat.
You shouldn't have lost the weight, now you're just ugly." He knocked her book onto the floor and walked off.
Don't react... Don't react.
Monica couldn't help it. He had picked on her when she was weak. She put her head down on the desk and started to cry. She heard someone walk up. The teacher. Great. The teacher got her hand and led her out of the classroom, while Monica covered her face. She didn't want to look, incase they were laughing at her. She didn't realise she was outside until the wind hit her face. She opened her eyes and saw it wasn't the teacher at all.
It was Chandler.
She looked at him strangely. Why was he here?
"What are you doing here?" She asked. He looked uncomfortable.
"You were crying..." He struggled.
"Yeah, so?" Monica said.
"I thought that maybe, it was because of me." He said, looking down. He looked up again. "Was it because of me?" He asked. Monica shook her head. "Then why were you crying?" He asked.
"One of the boys was being awful to me. I can normally deal with that, but I've put up with too much shit today." She said, and Chandler blinked at her swear. Monica sat on the wall and shivered. It was a cold day. Chandler jumped up on the wall next to her, and took his jacket off. He wrapped it around her. She smiled for the first time in a week. Chandler appeared deep in thought as he reached for her arm ad pulled her sleeve up. Monica showed him proudly.
"No cuts?" He asked.
"No cuts." She confirmed. He reached over and took her other arm. No cuts. He smiled at her.
"How come? I thought you were putting up with crap." He said.
"I am." She said, and she showed him her wrist, which had a small butterfly on it. "I'm part of this thing, that instead of self-harming, you draw a butterfly. Then you name it after someone you love. If you cut, you kill the butterfly. It's really helped me." She said.
"What's your butterfly called?" He asked.
"Chandler. See, some people name it after their parents and stuff, but I don't really like my parents. I have another butterfly on my other wrist. It's called Ross." She explained.
"Who's Ross?" Chandler asked.
"My brother. He's 16 so he's at boarding school. Then he'll go to college. I miss him." She said, he eyes stinging with tears. She looked over at Chandler, and noticed something. "Are you crying?!" She asked, amazed.
"No," Chandler said, and wiped his eyes. Monica smiled. "I just can't believe the shit I've put you through, and you still name something really important after me." He said.
"Yeah. Well, no-one actually loves me, apart from Ross. But he's away, so I have no one who loves me. It gets me down a lot." She said.
"I love you," Chandler said suddenly, and then slapped his hand over his mouth.
"What?" Monica said.
"What, nothing... I don't know!" Chandler said, and he had turned bright red. Monica laughed and he looked up again, both enjoying the silence as the wind made most of the noise.
"Did you mean it?" Monica asked quietly.
"Yeah." Chandler said. Monica looked up.
"Really? Then why have you been like this?" She asked.
"You want the truth?" He said. Monica nodded. "I was scared. I had never felt like that before. Truthfully, I could see you were going through a lot, and I didn't think you'd want to date anyone." He said, fiddling with his fingers.
"Chandler." He looked at her. "The two weeks you were in my life... I've never been happier. Please never leave me again." She said. He moved towards her.
"I won't." He said.
"Oh, and I love you too." She said, and Chandler grinned. He moved closer towards her, and they froze inches apart. "Chandler I've never kissed someone before." She said.
"Me neither," He said. She took a deep breath as he moved closer and their lips met. She kissed him happily. It was perfect.
He was perfect.