I'm slowly but steady running out of ideas. There are still some ideas in my head, but somehow I don't really know where to start with them. That means it might take some time between updates, but I think you got used to that in the last few weeks anyway. :) Nevertheless I love the fact that you're still reading and enjoying these little stories and am so thankful for all the reviews you leave. :)

The New One

"I'm very sorry, but …" Monica's smile fades away as the red-haired girl begins to talk and Chandler's heart goes out to his friend. He knows exactly what comes next. And Monica does, too. Since she decided to look for a roommate she had shown around at least ten candidates. But each of them decided not to live with her. Everyone but one. One guy wanted to live with her urgently, but couldn't pay any rent. So he offered Monica his body and wanted to give Monica a foretaste of it. After that incident Monica asked Chandler to come over every time she's showing around someone and he doesn't mind doing it. He just hates the look on her face when they all decline.

"I don't think I'd be happy with this apartment," the current candidate says. "It's very far away from work and I … it's not working."

Chandler sighs. The work excuse. He heard that a lot lately. It's like they can't come up with anything else than that.

"Well," Monica shrugs politely, even though Chandler knows how she's feeling right now. "Thank you for coming anyway. I hope you'll find something soon."

The red-haired girl smiles and leaves the apartment quickly.

Monica turns around to Chandler and smiles, the smile doesn't reach her eyes though. "Well…," she sighs.

"It obviously wasn't the right one, Mon."

"You say that every time, Chandler."

"I know. But it's the truth. You'll find the perfect roommate."

"When will that happen? I already showed around hundreds of people. Kip found you immediately."

"That's not the same."

"How is that not the same, Chandler?"

"Well, I'm pretty unique. It's hard to find another human being as perfect as I am." Chandler laughs at Monica, who is rolling her eyes. "But you'll find your Chandler."

"I don't need a Chandler. I already have one and he's annoying the hell out of me. I couldn't handle two of you."

Chandler is watching Monica with the blonde girl who came over to look at the apartment. The girl is telling her an incredible story of how she lived on the street for years. Chandler shakes his head. Monica will never allow this girl to live with her. The girl seems nice and all, but also a little crazy. No one Monica can be around for a long time each day, that's for sure.

"Okay, thank you for showing me around," the girl says. Here it comes, Chandler thinks and prepares himself to comfort Monica once again. "I'm gonna look at another apartment tomorrow, but I really like this one. I'll give you a call tomorrow evening, okay?"

Monica's face lights up. "That sounds great, talk to you tomorrow!"

The blonde jumps up in the air and claps her hands together, then she gives Monica a hug and skips out of the apartment.

Monica laughs. "Oh my God, that's my Chandler," she says excitedly.

"I'm pretty sure that wasn't her name, Mon! Chandler's quite a guy's name."

Monica hits him playfully. "She's the perfect roommate, I just know it!"

"Are you sure? She seems … different."

"I like that about her."

"You and her have nothing in common, probably."

"Who cares? She's great. I can't wait for her to move in."

"Hey, Mon, you don't know if she's moving in yet."

"But she didn't say no straight away," Monica shouts and hugs Chandler.

Chandler wraps his arms around her, too. "That's great, Mon!"

Chandler walks up the stairs to his apartment. He's tired. He had a long work day and looks forward to just sit on the couch, have a beer and watch tv. As he reaches his floor, the door to Monica's apartment opens and suddenly he has her in his arms.

"Wow, Mon, careful."

"Guess what happened!"

"Umm, you won the lottery?"

"No, Phoebe called!"

"Who's Phoebe?"

"The girl who was interested in being my roommate. Can you believe it?"

"What did she say?" Chandler asks even though he's pretty sure what she said. Monica's beaming and that can only mean one thing.

"She's gonna move in tomorrow!"

"What? That's great, Mon. Congratulations on finding a roommate."

"Thank you so much, Chandler."

"Oh, you don't have to thank …"

"Chandler," she interrupts him and looks into his eyes. "Thank you for helping me with all this. I couldn't have done it without you."

Chandler blushes. "That's not … I'm … It's okay," he stutters.

"Oh, and hey, Chandler?" Monica says before she walks back into her apartment.

"Yes?" Chandler has a feeling he already knows what's coming now.

"I told Phoebe that you'd help her move."

"Of course you did," Chandler says and smiles.

Monica laughs. "You're the best!"

"Are you coming down to the bar, Kip?" Chandler asks his roommate, who is sitting on the couch watching tv.

"Yeah, sure, why not? Do we also ask Monica and her roommate?"

"Okay," Chandler shrugs. Phoebe has moved in yesterday and they all helped together to bring all her stuff up to Monica's apartment. "So we can introduce her to our favorite thing to do."

"Which is sadly not much. Just hanging out and talking. We are boring people," complains Kip.

Chandler rolls his eyes. For Kip there must always be something going on. Whereas Chandler enjoys the night most when it's just him and his closest friends hanging out in one of their apartments. "You are not forced to hang out with us, Kip."

"Yeah, I know. I want to though. You're actually pretty cool," Kip smiles and Chandler thinks once again how lucky he is to have found a roommate like him.

"I'm gonna head over and see if Monica and Phoebe are coming," Chandler says and leaves the apartment.

He thinks about knocking on the door, but then decides to just walk in. Never once since he and Monica became close friends has he knocked on the door. And if Phoebe has a problem with that, it's her own problem.

Phoebe and Monica are sitting on the couch, drinking cocktail and giggling. They don't seem to notice him, so Chandler clears his throat.

The giggling stops and the girls turn around to look at him.

"Hey, Chandler," Monica says and smiles. "What are you doing here?"

"Kip and I want to go down to the bar, do you wanna join us?"

Monica looks at the glass in her hands, then at Phoebe. "Well, we kinda prepared for a night in. We have everything we need here."

"Oh, okay," Chandler shrugs. "So I go get Kip. Be sure to save us some of these cocktails."

"Umm, Chandler?" Monica asks uncomfortable. "We were thinking about a girls' night in, sorry."

"Oh," Chandler doesn't know what to say. That never happened before. It was always the three of them: Kip, Monica and him. And while he really likes his roommate he always loved the fact that he got to spend time with Monica the most.

"Sorry, Chandler, but there is so much I have to tell Phoebe. Maybe we can hang out another time?"

"Yeah, whatever," Chandler mumbles and leaves the apartment again. He's bumped. That has never happened before. He always thought that he and Monica are the closest of friends, but apparently he was just the filler until she finds another best friend.

Back in his apartment he walks straight towards his room.

"Hey, Chandler," Kip, who exits the bathroom, shouts. "I thought we're going downstairs to get some drinks."

"I don't really feel like it," Chandler says and closes his door.

Chandler watches Monica and her new roommate Phoebe. The girls are whispering secretly. Phoebe says something and they both break into laughter. They seem to have totally forgotten that they invited him and Kip over for the night. First he didn't really wanted to come over, but he didn't know what to tell Kip. He cannot tell his roommate that he's jealous of Phoebe. Because he isn't. He's happy that Monica has finally found a roommate. It took her long enough. The first time Chandler saw Phoebe he didn't think Monica is going to offer her the room. But even though the two girls are very different, they hit it off right away. Chandler hasn't really seen Monica since Phoebe moved in and that's what bugs him. She was always busy with her new roommate. Chandler should be happy for her and he really is. But he got used to hanging out with Monica every day and he just misses her now.

"Okay," Chandler gets up. "I'm going home now."

"Already?" Monica asks. "We didn't even have dessert." She sounds disappointed and Chandler can't tell her the real reason why he wants to go home: because he doesn't think the two girls need company right now.

"I don't feel like eating dessert."

Monica rolls her eyes, she knows him too well. "Oh, come on, you can't tell me you don't like dessert. I made your favorite."

"I'm gonna go now anyway," Chandler mumbles and walks towards the door of the apartment.

Before he opens the door he looks around to his friends. Kip looks like he doesn't understand him at all. Phoebe seems to not have a problem with him leaving. Monica looks sad. He's hurting her, he knows that. She loves to cook for everyone and someone leaving before dinner is finished is like a personal offend to her. But Chandler doesn't have the energy to explain what's going on in his head right now. He doesn't really know himself.

Chandler has just closed the door to his room when it opens again.

"Okay, what was that?" Monica yells. "Why are you behaving so weird?"

"I am not!"

"Oh, you so are. You don't really come over anymore, not even for breakfast. I hardly ever see you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just don't feel like hanging out all the time."

"Come on, don't lie to me, Chandler!"

Chandler sighs. He's not able to lie to her. Not to Monica. He takes a deep breath.

"Chandler?" Monica asks when he still doesn't say anything.

"Okay, don't get me wrong! I might not know Phoebe very well yet, but I already like her a lot. And I'm so happy that you've finally found a roommate. It's only logical that you're spending a lot of time with her to get to know her. But it … I ..." Chandler blushes and stares at the ground.

"Chandler?" Monica asks again, now a worried look on her face.

„Since we became friends I got used to be around and hang out with you all the time that I really … I miss you now," Chandler says and looks into her blue eyes.

Monica blushes a bit and swallows.

„Is that okay?" Chandler asks cautiously.

„That is okay," Monica smiles. „Chandler, I didn't mean to make you feel back," she continues. „I really like Phoebe and she's so much fun to hang out with, but let me tell you someting: You're still my favorite!"

„I am?"

„Of course. And that won't change any time soon." Chandler blushes as Monica gives him a kiss on the cheek.

„Sorry, that I was acting all weird and stuff," Chandler mumbles.

„That's okay. As long as you're coming over with me now. I told Phoebe about how funny you are and she didn't believe me. I'd really like it if you'd prove her wrong."

„I guess that's the least I can do," Chandler nods. „Phoebe, prepare yourself to meet the Chan-Chan man!"

Monica rolls her eyes. „Please, don't."

„Hey, you asked me to," Chandler laughs and pulls Monica with him into her apartment.