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"Hey Monica!" Chandler walks into an empty apartment 20. "Mon? Are you there?"

"Yes!" He hears her voice out of her room. "I'm in here."

Chandler walks towards her room. He hadn't really had the possibility to talk to Monica after the whole situation with Susie. Well, of course all of his friends discussed that topic too often and made too much fun of him already and he's getting sick of it. But that's not the point. The point is that he needs to talk to Monica, because talking to Monica doesn't mean listening to her teasing but getting really great advice. Okay, if he's totally honest, Monica is also going to tease him a lot, but she'll also have great advice.

When he walks into her room he sees her standing at her wardrobe. Chandler plops down on her bed.

"What'cha doing?"

"Oh, hey, Chandler!" Monica seems surprised even though she called him just a few seconds ago. "I … I just reorganized my sock drawer. All this time I arranged them by color! Can you believe that?"

Chandler looks at her and has to bite his lip in order not to laugh. "N…no!"

"I mean, how stupid was I? You don't need to arrange the socks by color, that's complete nonsense. So, I … I now realized how easy getting dressed in the morning would be if I would arrange my socks in the same order than I've arrange my shirts. So that means, in the morning, I can just get a shirt and the matching sock without having to look for the ones that have the same color than the shirt. Oh, wait a minute! Right now my shirts are sorted from my favorite to my least favorite. But what if I arrange them by color instead. Then I would have to rearrange the socks again, but that's okay. It only took me three hours to do so. If I start now I'm gonna be done by the end of the day. I think that's the best way to do it. What do you think, Chandler?"

Chandler startles up. He hasn't really listened. Monica was talking without interruption and he was just sitting there, with his mouth wide-open, staring at his friend who has obviously gone crazy. He didn't even understand half of what she was saying.

"Mon," he sighs. "I think you should get a job!"

"What?" She looks at him confused.

"You should really get a job. You can't keep on spending your days re- and re-rearranging your wardrobe!"

Breathing out heavily Monica sits down next to Chandler. "Maybe you're right. But … but what can I do?"

"Cook! You are made to be a chef and if you are not going to apply for at least one job in that field I will do it!"

"Okay, I'll do it. But where can I go?"

"Remember how I told you about that job offer a few days ago? The guy who wants to open a totally new restaurant just a couple of streets away from here?"

"And you remember how I told you that I can never get a job like that?"

"You totally can, Monica! Come on, I'm gonna help type your resume."

Monica shrugs. "I … I don't know. I haven't worked for so long, I don't think my resume will look very good."

"Then just write something down."

"What?"

"Lie! Joey does that all the time!"

"I know! But I'm not Joey, I can't lie on my resume. Besides, they are gonna want to call someone for reference anyway."

"So what? Put me down. I'm not an actor but I can play a manager of some restaurant."

Monica looks at him, not believing what he'd just offered. "What?"

"You can put my name and number down. I'm gonna tell him what great of a chef you are," Chandler explains softly.

"You are gonna lie for me?"

"Sure."

"Why?"

Thousands of reasons are going through Chandler's head after that one word question. Because she's a great chef. Because she deserves to have her dream job. Because he never had a friend like her. Because he would do so much more to make her happy. Because he knows she would do the exact same thing for him.

But Chandler – by being Chandler – comes up with the one reason he's actually able to say out loud: "Because I'm afraid you start rearranging my wardrobe and I can't stand the thought of not finding my clothes anymore."

Chandler doesn't know how she is going to react, but she's Monica and she laughs out loud. "I would never do that, Chandler."

"I'm not sure about that."

"Well, I would never do that without your permission."

"Not sure about that either."

For the hundredth time Chandler is looking at the time. He knows that Monica can't be back by now already, but he can't wait to hear about her job interview. She was so excited when she got an invitation for the interview. She came over, screaming and jumping up and down and hugged him tightly. He didn't know what it was all about, but was happy anyway. After she told him that she got the interview he started to learn something to say if the guy ever calls so that he wouldn't screw it up. Because he screws up a lot, but he would never forgive himself if he screws up the one time it's about Monica's future.

And now he is sitting in his apartment, waiting for her to come back even though she left only half an hour ago. The restaurant is not very far away from their building, but it's not like she can be back by now already. Chandler doesn't think he was ever this nervous. Well, maybe he was but never because of another person. But he told Monica about that job and he was the one who pressured her to apply for it, so he feels responsible for this whole thing.

His phone rings and he picks it up absently.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Is this Chandler Bing, the manager of The Perk's?"

Chandler stifles a laugh at the name. He and Monica couldn't think about a better one. "Yes, I am Chandler Bing. Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Robert Morell and I'm calling to ask you a question about your former employee Monica Geller."

"Oh, Miss Geller was a wonderful chef. My kitchen never smelled better than when she was with us. It's a shame that she decided to work in a bigger restaurant. The Perk's is very small, that's why you might not have heard …" Chandler begins to recite his memorized text.

"Mister Bing?" He gets interrupted. "I just have one question. Is Miss Geller also willing to … umm … do other jobs?"

"Yes, of course. She often cleaned the whole restaurant and she would run errands even though that wasn't in the job description. Miss Geller is an all-rounder and …"

"No, I meant, jobs not necessarily in the kitchen, but also … hot?"

"What?"

"You know what I mean? Is she willing to … get rid of the chef's apron for me?"

"What?" Chandler knows he's repeating himself, but he doesn't know what else to say. He can't believe he let Monica go to that guy all by herself. "Is Miss Geller still with you?" He asks cautiously.

"No, she just ran away without saying anything." Good girl. "I just wanted to check with you if she's worth it to run after or not."

Without saying anything more Chandler bangs the phone down on the hook. "Oh, she's so worth it. But not for you," he mumbles and opens the door to the hall.

He thought he heard loud steps coming up the stairs and just as he gets outside the apartment Monica storms around the corner.

She is looking down and doesn't see him.

"Hey, Mon!" He says and she stumbles.

Chandler catches her in his arms and holds her close. "I'm so sorry, Mon, so, so sorry."

"It's not your fault," she stays.

"It kind of is," Chandler sighs, stroking her back softly.

"He was trying to …"

"I know. He just called a few seconds ago."

"What?" Monica pulls back from him and looks at him curiously.

"I'm the manager of The Perk's, remember?"

"He really called?"

"Yes, and I'm so sorry."

"What did he ask?"

"He … he asked if you are willing to put away your chef's apron for him," Chandler says quietly, just the thought of it making him angry again.

Monica laughs out loud. He was worried that it might offend her and she just laughs. This woman is awesome.

"I hope you told him I'm not."

"I don't think you'll ever meet him again."

"Hopefully. He was … awful." Monica shudders in disgust.

"I'm sorry."

"Chandler, would you stop apologizing? It's not your fault. You wanted to help me and I love you for it."

"Well, and I'm going to help you again and again until you are on the very top," he promises with a smile.

"Thank you!" Monica hugs him, but breaks away again quickly. "But I don't think I want to have an interview again sometime soon."

"I understand that."

"I don't think I'd ever be able to forget that."

"Maybe you should take a shower to begin with."

"Maybe I should take two or three showers."

"Okay, so I see you later?"

Monica nods and opens the door to her apartment. Then she turns around again. "Chandler?"

Chandler is still looking at her. "Yes?"

"Do you think I will ever find a decent job?"

"Of course! And if worst comes to worst, you can always move in with Joey and me. My bed is big enough and I think with your organizational skills we can fit both of our clothes in my wardrobe."

Monica chuckles. She gets on her tiptoes and gives Chandler a peck on his cheek. "Your wardrobe would be lucky to get rearranged by me," she says teasingly and disappears into the bathroom.

Chandler walks over to the fridge, gets out something to drink and sits down on her couch, still smiling widely. "It definitely would."