Hey guys. First, I would like to thank my reviewers. Then I would like to say I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. I know the story is seeming a bit rushed, and I will try to slow it down. And I didn't really like making Chandler acting like that, but I followed where the story was heading. It doesn't seem like there would be many chapters left in this story, so that makes me sad. But all the reviews you guys are giving to the story makes me feel awesome! So please, please, keep it up!


Phoebe walked into the apartment, with Joey behind her. "Chandler?!" She called out. "We need to talk!" She sat her purse down on the foosball table, then walked into his room.

Chandler was laying on the bed with his back to her, staring at the wall.

She walked over and sat down on edge of the bed. "She shouldn't have yelled, I told her before we came to talk to you that she needed to watch her attitude. Can't you just give her another chance? You really love her."

He rolled over to glance at her. "I do love her," he spoke up softly. "And I miss her so much!"

She smiled. "Then you should talk to her. Tell her that."

He nodded. "You're right."


Monica had gotten up to pace nervously. What if he never forgave her? What if he had decided that he wanted to end things with her? She didn't know if she could do that or not. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling frustrated with herself.

Ross and Rachel were watching her from the table.

What if she had blown this? She shook her head, trying to clear it. Chandler still loved her, right? Of course he did! She was only thinking silly thoughts, or so she hoped. She quickly glanced up when the door opened.

Chandler was standing there, looking a bit lost as if he wasn't sure where he was going. He walked over to where Monica was standing, then took a deep breath. "Mon, I'm sorry," he apologized softly. "I shouldn't have run out like that."

Monica nodded. "It's alright," she said, smiling. "And I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, its not your fault that you didn't remember our argument." They just stood there for a moment, staring at each other. She hesitantly walked over to him, then wrapped her arms around his neck. "I hope we never get separated like that ever again. Our friends were in the middle of our argument and had to pick sides."

He nodded in agreement. "I know." He hesitantly pulled away from her grasp. "If we got back together, what would happen the next time we had an argument? Would we break up and you go back to Richard again?"

She stared at him. "Okay. I may not know what's going to happen the next time we have an argument, but what if we take this one step at a time. And one argument at a time."

He nodded in understanding. "That sounds good. But I don't know if things will ever be the same between us again."

She shrug. "I don't know either. But I'm willing to try, if you are that is."

He nodded. "I'm willing to try. One step and one day at a time."

She wanted to kiss him, but decided against it. They had a long road ahead of them to rebuild their trust in each other. "Okay then. One day and one step at a time," she agreed softly.


This was a really short chapter I know, but I couldn't really think of any more for it, where it ended here sounded good for the time being. And again, sorry it hasn't been updated in a while, and sorry its a bit rushed. As I said, I will try to slow the pace down a bit. Anyways, enjoy! Follow, favorite, comment, or all three. I really hope I still have readers out there.

Tall, out!