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Everyone grabbed their belongings and went inside to the lobby where a few regular guest were disturbed by all the commotion coming from the American tourist.

"Excuse me..." Mrs. Emerson tried to make her way through the class with her old vintage suitcase that barely looked like it was going to make it to see the end of this trip. "Excuse me." She made it to the front counter.

Monica sighed, exhausted. She quickly flipped open her new phone to memorize her number 4442802165. She stared at the unfamiliar numbers, trying to commit them to memory. 44. That's just the area code; easy enough. 4280 is her GPA. It would be higher if her Statistics teacher gave out extra credit. 21...well 21 is the drinking age in America but here it is 18. Last two numbers 65...65, 65, 65. Monica couldn't seem to find any simple way to memorize those last two numbers.

Area code, GPA, drinking age. She got most of it. That was good enough.

Digging around in her carry on for a book that she never went anywhere without, Monica decided it was time to relax. Pride and Prejudice was her absolute favorite book. She read it about a dozen times already, but each time she still gets excited when Darcy confesses his love for Elizabeth and he says how she in the most beautiful women he knows. She gets butterflies just thinking about it.

Sitting down in one of the lobby chairs she found off to the side she immediately opened it up and starts to read. Only getting a couple pages in when Mrs. Emerson marches back over with their room keys.

"Don't forget your keys will be collected at the end of the day and will be handed back to you the next morning where we will all meet in the lobby."

Monica was handed the last key. "Room 286"

Before she even had a chance to walk over to the elevators that would take her to her room floor, she spots Chandler leaning over the check-in desk where a pretty redhead in a low-cut black dress stands on the other side. She watches for a minute as the redhead giggles and grins while tossing her hair. Something she knew she would be continuing to watch throughout the remaining week of this trip.

She turned away not able to watch another second of his flirting.

Everyone took the elevator going up to the second floor causing Monica to get one of the last rides up that was probably just about ten stairs when walking. Why she didn't save her the time and just take the pavement steps? She didn't know.

She plopped her suitcase on her temporary queen size bed and unzipped the bag. Smiling to herself she took out the stiletto heels she argued with Rachel about.

"I am not bringing your heels. I can barely fit them in, anyway."

Rachel searched her bag "Well if you take out some of these heavy books they might fit." She did so and smiled "See." Putting the shoes right on top she zipped up her bag.

"Rach, I need those!" Monica said grabbing the books that she tossed on the floor. "They have famous artifacts written in there..." She brushed them off

"Mon, you seriously need to enjoy England. Don't be in your hotel room reading the whole time." She lied back on her best friends bed "Have fun!"

"I will have fun if you let me bring the books." She unzipped her bag took out the shoes and started putting them back in.

Rachel took the books out of her hands and walked over to her bookshelf, putting them back.

"I need those!" She protested, quickly reaching for the stack

"No you don't." Rachel replied "You're going to London! London!" She repeated "Even if you managed to finish your stash of books, they have these things called bookstores there. I've heard that if you give them money, they might actually let you leave with a book." She said sarcastically

"Ha-ha."

"I'll take that as a yes." Rachel smiled and tossed the shoes right back in the suitcase where the books had originally been.

Now with an ocean between them she took out the heels and placed them next to her sneakers on the floor. She thought about what Rachel had said about having fun. She was right, this was London and she needed to enjoy the time she will spend here. After she takes a bath of course. Firstly, that gum was still partly in her hair and she needed the smell of mint to leave her alone. Secondly, plane ride took the best of her and she did not want to be known as the one that gets down at 30 thousand feet smelling like nothing but an old women perfume and dirty socks.

She feels bad for the person who has to sit next to them on the way back.

Monica finished unpacking the last of her things and slid her suitcase under her bed.

This room was beautiful. It has a full bath and a small balcony where you could walk out on and see the city of London. There was a great flat screen TV and a desk where a lap top sat upon. The colors were warm and welcoming as was the comforter, soft and pleasant.

Walking into the the bathroom she went ahead and started the warm water as she gathered her shower supplies together. Lining everything up from tallest to shortest she then grabbed a towel and placed it over the edge. Afterwards she cranked the silver faucet to hot and watched as the steam rises. Lastly, she went over to the sink and applied some zit cream that her mom picked up from Boston. It works wonders. The only let down was it turns this awful shade of green.

As the tub filled up she tested it by dipping her toes in. Smiling to herself when she dropped the robe around her and slid in. "This is nice..." She closed her eyes and lied back resting her head on a towel head. Just as she was about to fall into a relaxing sleep she heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" She called out hoping it was just the housekeeper that she could tell to save it for tomorrow.

"It's Chandler."

It takes her awhile to realize Chandler Bing is standing outside her door. Her eyes shot open and she about jumped out, causing the water to splash out a bit. She grabbed her robe and tied it tightly around her. "What-what do you want?" She frantically tried to shake some soapsuds off her left leg before hurrying to the door.

"I just wanted to talk to you." He called back

Monica rolled her eyes "About what? I'm kind of busy at the moment."

Chandler chuckled "Busy doing what? Reading?"

Monica's muscles tensed up as she swung the door open trying to act casual "What's up?" She said forgetting at the moment that she was in fact still naked standing in front of Chandler Bing who was wearing dark jeans and a solid V neck t-shirt. Shifting uncomfortably, she eyed Chandler as he was focused on something else "What are you doing?"

He smirked "Connecting the dots." He traced the green dots on her face

She swotted him away and hurried to the bathroom to wash the zit cream. When she came back out she realized her door was shut and Chandler was now standing in the middle of her room. Folding her arms protectively over her chest she walked to the other side of her room. Farthest away from him as possible.

Chandler looked around the room then back at her "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"I was in the middle of a perfectly good bath before you got here so I think I'll stay as put." She marched over to the door "Now if you don't mind." She swung the door open waited for him to leave

But instead Chandler shook his head "No, I don't mind." He sat down on the bed "It gives this room a little fresh air to it anyway." He took a deep cleansing breath and smiled. "You wanna hit up a party?" He asked turning back towards her

"A what?" She adjusted her robe

"A party." He said more clearer as if she has never heard of the word "It's a lively gathering, typically with young folks much as ourselves, with music and drinking-"

"I know what a party is." She cut him off

"Good." He hopped up "So you'll go."

There were still so many questions to ask, but playing it safe and smart wasn't going to get Monica a new nickname so she settled for the one question that didn't sound neither here nor there. "What party?"

"Well, I was downstairs at the bar, talking to this guy-"

"You were in the bar?" Her eyebrows raised

"Relax, I was having a Coke." He assured her "Anyway, we were watching soccer on TV-"

"Football." She corrected him

He rolled his eyes "Right, and then we talked about the Czechoslovakia-"

"I think you mean the Czech Republic." Monica corrected him again. She suddenly realized she must sound like a 'know it all' but she couldn't help it. The subjects she enjoys the most are geography and history...oh God, now she knows why people call her bookworm.

"What?"

Monica shook out of it "Never mind."

He shrugged "Okay, well get dressed and I'll meet you in the lobby." He stood up

"What? No, I'm not going to a party that I have no clue where it is."

"It's just a little out of town. Come on, we have to go, he invited us and Chandler Bing never passes up an invitation."

Why is he speaking in third person? Monica thought, before moving on "He invited us?" She repeated

"Well, no. Technically he invited me and, well, you're my buddy. And being the good buddy that I am I can't leave without you. Buddies are suppose to stick together." He reminded her

He is only inviting her because she is his buddy? When was Chandler one to stick to the rules? She does not want to become a third wheel by the end of the night.

"Yeah well, this buddy is staying here." She sat on her bed trying to not give him any space to look up, down or threw her robe.

Chandler sighed 'defeated' "Well I guess since you don't want to go then I can't go." He pretended to pout as he headed for the door. Glancing over he then saw the tub in full view "Is that a bubble bath?" He walked in

Monica immediately followed

"Can I join?" He grinned

"Hilarious." She can feel her face reddening.

"I'm not kidding. You, me, some bubbles..."

"You're insane." Monica could feel the tension with him standing in the middle of her bathroom looking at her. She wondered if he fully knew that she was naked standing there.

"It's all part of my charm." He stepped closer

Yep, he knows

Monica sighed deeply and moved backwards only to be stopped. She looked down to find Chandler's sneakers placed firmly on the hem of her robe. She was moving but the robe wasn't and soon her robe was coming undone. "Hey!" She shouted when feeling it slide off her shoulder. She pushed him back.

Chandler quickly grabbed Monica's robe so he didn't fall back in the water.

Feeling his warm fingers on her bare shoulder Monica intently tried to move again. She pulled her robe together and tried to step back once again but losing her footing she stepped on the hem and fell to the ground. When she went to brake her fall, Monica let go of her robe and it flew opened. She quickly went to grab the ends and move them shut as Chandler stood there laughing.

"Are you going to stay under there forever?" He chuckled

"Go away!" She yelled through the fabric

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you clearly. How about I turn around so you can get up. Then we can discuss this party situation further."

"How do I know you won't look?"

"Come on, you can trust me."

"Yeah right." She mumbled before looking over her shoulder to find Chandler true to his word and facing the other way.

Monica scurried out the bathroom door and to the other side of her bed. Farthest away from Chandler Bing as possible.

"You good?" He called out

Monica hurried to her feet and fixed herself before he came out "I wouldn't go straight to good."

"Great." Chandler walked out of the bathroom "Now, I'm going to head down to the lobby so you can get dressed. Meet me there in five."

Before he could get fully out the room she continued with their conversation earlier "We can't leave anyway, we don't have room keys."

Chandler grinned and turned back around "Already ahead of you." He pulled out two replicas of their keys.

"Where did you get those?" Monica asked already feeling like he committed a felony.

"Let's just say I have my ways." He stepped closer to hand her the key to her room.

"I said-" She stomped her foot like a little girl.

"I heard what you said. I choose not to believe you." He moved towards the door "Either stay in and read your books or come out and have fun. You've got ten minutes before I'm out, at which point you have lost your buddy. Personally I think a little drink will do you good."

The door slams and Monica is now standing alone in her room, fuming. Fun? Fun! She has fun, and lots of it.

"I can drink. Because my name is Monica Geller. Not bookworm. I'm Monica Geller and even though I alphabetize my bookshelf, I can have fun! I am fun. And if this is what it takes to prove to Chandler Bing-prove to myself-then this is what I'll do." She gave herself a little pep talk "I'm going to that party." She looked at her watch and saw that she only had nine minutes now. "What am I going to wear?"

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Not much happens here sorry, next chapter is the party! Poor Monica, getting dragged along :(