Chandler paced the livingroom, back and forwards, phone clenched in his hand, so much that his knuckles were white. He bit his finger and paced, which was all he had been doing for the past 2 hours. He had to call her, that's how you set dates up. He looked at the napkin for the 80th time, looking at her name. He rehearsed what to say.
Hey Monica, fancy me taking you out for dinner, so afterwards I can use you for sex because I'm just that desperate?
Yep. That seemed dialled the number and pressed call before he could change his mind. His heart was in his mouth as he waited.

Hello?
Hi... It's Chandler.
Oh. Hi!
So um, you okay?
I've been good, you?
Great. So... you free tonight?
Yeah.
Fancy going somewhere?
Yeah!
Great. So I'll pick you up at 7?
Sounds great, see you then.
Bye.
Bye.

He hung up, and leant on the counter, finally breathing. He calmed himself down. Just then Joey walked in.
"Hey Chan. Why are you all pale?" He asked.
"I just asked Monica out. But it's okay, she said yes. I'm picking her up at 7," Chandler grinned and then realised. "Oh god, I'm picking her up at 7!" He started breathing fast, and pacing again. Joey just watched him. "Call her for me and cancel!" He said, giving the phone to Joey.
"No, do it yourself." Joey said.
"I can't. Oh god, oh god, oh crap..." Chandler sat with his head in his hands.
"Dude, are you having a panic attack?" Joey asked.
"Probably," Chandler muttered. "I can't go on this date, I'll screw it up. I know you think it's all about the sex and in this case, it is, but she has to agree to sleep with me. How do I do that?" Chandler asked.
"It's easy. Be as charming as you can. Always smile. Be a gentleman, compliment her. Flirt, and be suggestive. Next, make me something to eat before you go." Joey said. Chandler made Joey a sandwich and ran to his room, getting out a blue shirt and jeans, not wanting to over dress. He pulled them on and checked his watch. 6:30. He grabbed his jacket and keys and left, shouting his goodbyes to Joey.

Chandler walked into the resturaunt, looking around. He saw her sitting alone at the table. He checked his watch again. 7:02. He walked up and sat down and she looked up and smiled.
"You're late," She said.
"By two minuets, literally," He smiled, and she smiled back. All of the panic in him disappeared and they started talking. He learnt nearly everything about her. She learnt everything about him. By the time their food came, he felt like he had known her for years. They ate and she looked over at him.
"What did you get?" She asked.
"Some sort of chicken." He said. "Wanna try some?" He asked.
"Sure," She smiled, and he put a bit on his fork and fed it to her. She smiled. "It's good," She said, and then she got some of her food and fed it to him.
"At this rate we might as well have swapped plates," He joked and she laughed.
They got desert and he paid, and she was about to step outside when she saw the rain.
"I forgot my coat, I'm screwed." She said.
"We'll just get a cab," Chandler said, and they tried but it was thrashing down so there were no cabs. "We'll have to walk," He smiled apologetically. She just nodded and stepped into the rain, but he pulled her back and took his jacket off, slipping it on her. She smiled.
"Thank you."
"No problem," He said softly. They walked down the path, and suddenly Monica slipped. Chandler grabbed her hand before she fell, and pulled her up.
"Thanks again," She smiled. They walked and kept holding hands, neither one wanting to let go. Chandler was soaked through but he really didn't care. They got to Monica's apartment, and Chandler smiled sadly. He decided to go for it.
"If you want you could come over to mine," He said in a rush. Monica laughed.
"I think i caught that," She smiled, and nodded. "That would be nice." Chandler walked her a few blocks forward, them still holding hands. They got to the apartment and he buzzed the door. No reply.
"Joey's out," He said,
Thank god.
"Okay," Monica smiled, and he pulled her by the hand into the building, climbing the stairs to his apartment and unlocking the door. He pulled her inside and began to make coffee."Where's your bathroom?" She asked, and Chandler pointed. She walked inside and Chandler poured coffee into two cups and carried them over to the couch. He sat down and Monica re-appeared with a towel. She attacked him from behind, trying to dry his hair as he struggled underneath her. He pushed her off, laughing, and she tumbled to the floor. He held his breath and she stood up, towel in her hands.
"Oh it is so on." She said, smiling. Chandler jumped up and she ran after him, chasing him around the apartment. Chandler ran into his room and shut the door, but she pushed it open and flew into him, pushing him onto the bed. She fell on top of him and he tried to move.
"Holy crap are you strong," He laughed, trying to move her. She started drying him quickly, drying his hair and then attempting to dry his clothes. He pushed off her and she giggled, falling onto the bed. He jumped up and tried to open the door but she stood infront of the door, not letting him open it. He tried but she wouldn't budge. He smiled at her, and he was inches away from looked into his eyes, and he stared back at her. He leaned in slowly, and almost jumped as their lips met for the first time. She kissed him back and he deepened the kiss, wanting her closer. He moved his hands behind her, so he could hold her close. She moved her hands to his hair, and smoothed it out. She pushed him onto the bed, and lay next to him. She ended the kiss and looked into his eyes.
"Here's the thing..." Chandler started.
"Tell me," Monica said. Chandler turned red and looked down.
"I can't it's too embarrassing," He said. Monica smiled.
"I won't laugh." Monica said. Chandler sighed.
"I haven't... you know... In a while." Chandler expected her to laugh but she just looked at him.
"How long?" She asked.
"S-Six months," He said. Monica placed a hand at the side of his face.
"I'm pretty sure I'm about to change that," She said, and she kissed him. He kissed her back eagerly.
"Wow, someone's forward." She giggled.
"It's been a while," He laughed as he kissed her again.

Chandler woke up, an instant smile on his face as he remembered the previous night. It had been amazing. He carefully got out of bed, avoiding waking Monica up. He rubbed his eyes and walked to the bathroom, getting in the shower.
One night stand.
He didn't want that. He hadn't met anyone like her, ever. She was amazing. He had to tell her. He was scared. What else was new? He washed quickly and heard talking outside. He put his robe on and opened the door. Monica was standing facing Joey, tear tracks on her face. "What's going on?" Chandler asked. Monica sniffed and walked up to Chandler, slapping him over the face. She grabbed her bag and slammed out of the apartment. Chandler ran after her but she was gone. He turned to face Joey. "What the hell did you say?!" He asked.
"I told her what you wanted me too. That you wanted a one night stand," Joey said. Chandler slammed the apartment door, slamming his head repeatedly off the door and putting his hands over his face.
It was ruined.