Chandler slammed his face into his hands and leant on the counter.
"Dude, I told her for you, so you wouldn't have to!" Joey said, smiling.
"I didn't want you to tell her!" Chandler said through gritted teeth.
"You... you wanted to tell her?" Joey said, confused.
"No. I wanted to freaken date her! I wanted her to be my girlfriend! But you messed it up!" Chandler said.
"Go talk to her," Joey said. Chandler got his jacket which still smelt of Monica, and ran down the street. She of course wasn't in sight. He ran to her apartment block and pressed the buzzer.
"Yes?" A voice, who was clearly crying asked. Chandler leant against the intercom.
"Monica." He said soflty.
"Go away Chandler. Just go away."]
"Hear me out." He said.
"No." Monica said, and turned the intercom off. Chandler sat on the stairs, defeated. A woman walked over.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm swimming." Chandler said, sitting on the steps. The woman looked confused. "Sorry, I do that," He said.
"Well why do you want to be in the building?"
"I messed up my relationship and I want to fix it but she won't let me in." Chandler said. The woman smiled and buzzed her apoartment, holding the door open for Chandler. He thanked her and ran up the stairs, looking for number 20. He found it and knocked. Monica came to the door, saw him, and slammed the door. He knocked and of course she didn't answer. He knocked and kept knocking, until she opened it and just looked at him. He put his foot in the door but she shoved it out.
"Just hear me out, please." He said. She sighed.
"Do you know I actually liked you?" She asked. Chandler felt a tug on his heart. "I thought you were different. Last night was amazing, and so were you. And then I find out, you're no different. You're a jerk, just like all the rest!" The last part came out as a sob, and she slammed the door. Chandler felt what was coming, which was tears of his own threatening to fall down his face unless he left, and soon. He ran down the stairs and ran the whole way, not giving himself time to think, because if he thought, he would cry. He reached his apartment, and opened the door, slamming it behind him. He walked straight past Joey, who was looking very confused. He walked to his room and shut the door, collapsing on his bed.
He was not going to cry. Was not going to. Was. Not. Going. Too. Joey was in the next room. Joey had never saw Chandler cry. So he wouldn't think about her. He thought about everything else. His work, his friends, New York, Central Perk. Which was where he met Monica. Oh god, he was crying. He hadn't cried like this since his parents got divorced. He couldn't stop crying. She had been so harsh. He hadn't meant her to find out. He wanted her, and forever. She was his. He fell for last night, and he thought it was about 4AM when she rolled over and smiled at him. She cuddeled up close to him and he lay his head on hers, smelling her hair. Yep, that was when he fell in love. Joey knocked at his door.
"Chandler?" Joey said, sounding worried. Chandler still couldn't stop himself crying. "Dude, you okay?" Joey asked. Why was he still crying? He loved her. He slapped a hand to his mouth to stop him crying. His sobs turned silent and he heard Joey walk away. He rolled over and lay his face in his pillow. He drifted off thinking of her.
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"Chandler? Chandler? Dude wake up." Joey said.
"I am awake." Chandler said.
"It's been a week, Chandler, you have to get up. You have work."
Chandler just shook his head.
"Dude, you're scaring me. You haven't moved. I'm scared you're going to... end everything. Talk to me." Joey said.
"I'm not going to commit suicide Joey. Just leave me alone!" The last few words came out as a yell he hadn't meant, and he rolled over and put his face in his pillow again.
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Joey walked in again two hours later. He tapped Chandler's shoulder but he was asleep. He tapped him again but Chandler stayed asleep.
"He hasn't been sleeping, like, at all." Joey explained. Chandler's eyes fluttered open and he felt someone sit on his bed.
"Go away Joey." He mumbled, half asleep. He felt a hand on his back and didn't move, Lying on his side. His bedroom door closed and he drifted off again, and only woke up when he felt someone getting under his duvet. His heart skipped a beat and he turned in his bed, seeing Monica. She looked at him with her arms crossed. She looked at his cheek and her glare softened, and Chandler wiped his eyes, she had saw him cry. Damn. She put her arms out and he fell into them, pulling her closer. He breathed in her scent and moved her almost onto his lap. He hugged her tightly, never wanting to let go. He felt her relax and smiled for the first time since he had saw her on the morning. He felther tense and let her go.
"I came to yell at you. I saw you had been crying... and you're so damn cute... I can't Chandler, not after this. It's over, and I had to tell you myself. I'm sorry. Hug it out?" She asked, holding her arms out. Chandler rolled over to face the wall. Monica dropped her hands to her side, confused. Why did he roll over? She saw he was shaking, and then clicked.

He was crying.

What did she do? She moved up to him and hugged him from behind, and he shook her off. She started crying then, overwhelmed at his refusal. He turned around and hugged her, lying her head on his chest. They both stopped crying straight away. He had messed everything up. Like he always did.

"And it was not your fault, but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I my dear?" - Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons