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MonicaPotter1998 and Mondler1998

Monica's flight was due in less than 3 hours and Chandler knew that, as the boyfriend, it was his duty to drive to the airport and pick her up. He was dreading it.
He had been feeling guilty about his night with Rachel, ever since he had woken up the morning after, however, try as he might, he could not stop thinking about her. He even thought that he may be in love with Rachel, though deep down he knew it could be no more than lust, which he was using to try to stop the heartbreak of finding out that Monica was cheating. He had once loved Rachel, but he had gotten over that many years before he had realised that Monica wasn't just his best friend Ross' fat, little sister; she was Monica. The girl he was in love with and knew he would be forever. No one could replace Monica. No one. Chandler knew that he was going to have to tell her today, before she could find out some other way, he didn't want her running into Rachel, and Rachel telling her that her boyfriend had cheated on her with her best friend; though this seemed unlikely as Chandler hadn't seen Rachel since the morning she left his apartment. When he thought about it, it was almost as if she was avoiding him, which in a way was actually a good thing, but still he didn't want to never talk to Rachel again! She was one of his best friends!

Rachel sat on her bed, in her room. She just wanted to cry. To let it all out and cry. Finally she had got what she wanted; the man of her dreams, but unfortunately, the man of her dreams was also the man of her best friend's dreams.
Rachel had been avoiding him since the morning after. She didn't want to see him; it would just remind her of what she had done to her best friend. But the down side to this was that she wanted to see him. She wanted to see him really badly. They needed to discuss this whole thing, work out what they were going to do, when they were going to tell Monica.
She decided that she would go and talk to him later that day, in about 4 hours or so, so that she could prepare for what she was going to say, and also so she could prepare herself for what he was going to say.

It was now 3 o'clock and Chandler was standing at the arrivals gate at JFK. Monica's flight had already landed and he was just waiting for her to walk through the arrivals gate so that they could go to baggage claim. He had gone over in his head what he would say a million and one times, however he still felt sick to the bone. Monica obviously wasn't going to take this well. How could she? Even if she had cheated on him. Well at least he thought that she had cheated on him. It had just dawned on him that Rachel only saw Monica and Joey kiss and that that have been all it was, a kiss. Chandler now felt even guiltier and also really stupid! He knew Monica wouldn't do that to him, and knowing Joey, it was probably him that came on to Monica! How could he be s stupid?
Chandler's thought were interrupted when Monica came running through the gate and ran towards him, hugging him tight when she got to him. Chandler hugged her back, feeling terrible.
"Hey honey! Welcome home!" Chandler said with a really high voice, which he silently cursed, portraying his nervousness.
Monica though apparently never heard this, which was odd, and replied with, "It's great to be home! I know I was just away for the weekend but I really miss this place. And I really missed you!"
Chandler hated how happy Monica was sounding; it just meant that it would make her even more upset when he told her later.
They walked together, Monica talking loudly about her weekend while Chandler pretended to listen, while his mind was wandering. They soon got to the baggage claim, they waited for the conveyor belt to start, and then when it did, they waited for Monica's small weekend bag to come circling towards them. When it did, Chandler went over to the belt and grabbed the small bag off, put it on the ground, and wheeled it over to Monica.
"Thanks sweetie!" Monica said to Chandler, grateful that she hadn't had to chase the bag around the conveyor belt like she usually had to.
"No problem, anything for you," Chandler's voice sounded monotonous, but he couldn't help it. That was how he felt, or at least how he was trying to feel. At the moment he was feeling too much! Too many thought were clouding his brain, getting in the way of the things he needed to access, like the part of his brain that reminded him to breathe, which at the moment he wasn't doing. He quickly exhaled and then inhaled again suddenly realising this. Now his full concentration was on breathing and not letting Monica know how nervous he was.
They walked out to the Porsche, Monica's car (Chandler didn't have one).
"Sorry I used the Porsche Mon, nobody else would let me borrow their cars," Chandler said, worriedly.
"Oh that's fine honey!" Monica still seemed excited, this was odd. Monica was usually energetic, to say the least, however normally she would have relaxed a bit more by now, maybe she was nervous about something as well; but what?
They got into the Porsche, Chandler driving, Monica in the passenger's seat, and they drove off.
When they arrived back at the apartment, Monica went straight to their room to unpack her things, Chandler sat down at the kitchen table, head in his hands, trying to think of how he could break this to her, how he could destroy the best thing that had happened in his entire life.
Monica sat on the bed. She didn't have any idea of how she was going to tell Chandler about the kiss. She felt so guilty, she felt disgusting, dirty, as if she had just destroyed the world and was laughing as she saw people suffer, she felt horrible, what she had done was unforgivable. She knew it was Joey that had kissed her, but she didn't stop him, she kissed him, she kissed him!
No better time than the present, she thought, standing up and preparing herself for what was about to happen.
Chandler saw Monica leave their room, he stood up and approached her.
"Monica we need to talk."
"Good because I need to talk to you too."
Did she know? Had Rachel already told her? She had to be told by him anyway though, here goes everything, he thought to himself.
"Monica while you were away I did something terrible," he could tell that Monica was about to interrupt so he quickly continued, "please don't interrupt me, I just need to get through this..."
Monica looked confused, but nodded her head in agreement, so Chandler again continued, "As I was saying, while you were away I did something terrible, I was drunk and even though I thought I had an excuse I really didn't, no way should I have down what I did. I feel terrible about it and that is why I am telling you now. However I do think that you should know that I love you with all my heart, even if you have stopped loving me and are in love with Joey, which it seems you may be after what Rachel saw..."
Monica's jaw dropped open in surprise. Rachel told Chandler! How could she do such a thing? Monica swore that when she next saw Rachel she would kill her, but at the moment she needed Chandler to continue...
"I thought that you would never cheat on me Monica, I know that you can get so much better than me, but I thought we were in love. So I started drinking. Heavily drinking. I drank a couple of bottles and then someone came in and started to comfort me. I told her something I had been feeling and about something I had felt many years ago. Then something happened...we kissed. And I am sooooo sorry Monica but it went a little bit further than kissing, and the next morning I woke up, hung-over and with her beside me," Chandler finished and looked up at Monica, she had tears in her eyes and streaks of mascara down her face. He felt terrible.
"Who?" Monica knew that she couldn't face the answer to this question, but she still wanted to know. Was it Janice? Kathy? At least Monica knew it wasn't Joanna because she was dead.
"Well...em..." Chandler didn't know if he should tell her, he didn't want to ruin Rachel and Monica's friendship.
"C'mon, spit it out," Monica's voice was angry now.
"Well...um...it was...it was...it was...itwasRachel!"
"What? Did you just say it was Rachel?"
Just then the door to the arptment opened and Rachel Karen Green walked in.