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Monica woke up the next morning from her alarm beeping at her.

BEEP BEEP BEEP...

She groaned as she held her head to try and stop the spinning.

BEEP BEEP BEEP...

Monica reached out blindly trying to hit the snooze. The sound was like a ringing in her ears. It would not turn off. Sitting up she saw that she didn't set an alarm and it was her phone that was making all the noise.

Keeping her eyes on the clock she saw that it was nine already and the sun was shining straight through the curtains and right in her eyes. As she tried shielding the bright light she rolled over onto her back, pleading for it to be night time once again.

She quickly covered her ears when there was a loud bang at her door.

"Bookworm get out of bed everyone is waiting on you!" Chandler shouted through the door

Monica quickly sat up and immediately regretted it afterwards. She wished she could remember at least half of what happened the night before. But nothing came.

She lied in her mini skirt and tank, her shoes were abandoned on the floor and her hair was a mess.

"Hello..?" Chandler called out again

"Yeah." Monica winced at the loud noise "I'm coming." She climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, no time for a shower, she put her hair up and wrapped an elastic band around it. Her feet were aching as she put on a pair of flip flops. Not having the energy to brush her teeth she popped in a breath mint that she found in her purse before slinging the bag over her shoulder and grabbing her key.

She wore her sunglasses during the tour even if they were inside. She did not need someone recognizing that her eyes were glassed over and puffy from her night before.

Standing in the back of the group all she could think about was her throbbing head. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and took it out.

"Hey, had a great time talking to you. Meet up, tonight?" - Tyler

Monica walked over to a near by bench and sat down "Tyler?" Why did that name not sound anywhere close to familiar to her?

Chandler saw Monica stride away from the group and over to a bench. He followed her off to the side

"Texting on a tour?" Chandler playfully teased "Didn't know you were a rule breaker."

Monica slowly brought the energy to move her head as he sat down next to her "Well last night you didn't give me much of a choice." She lied her head back as the headache returned

"I told you to go easy."

"Can you leave me alone now, please." She sighed, snapping her phone shut quickly

"Oh, come on, I'm your buddy. You can tell me anything." He grinned resting a hand over her shoulder which startles her at first.

Monica got up and walked over to another bench to try and escape his words.

Her phone started ringing and before she could even look at the caller ID Chandler came up behind her and grabbed it again flipping it opened "Hello?" He said in his best girlish voice as he ran into the next gallery.

All hangover symptoms melted away in an instant as Monica jumped up after him.

She searched through three gallery rooms before finding him in the far corner of the last gallery "You can't handle me tonight." She heard his words echo through the phone. Before he could ruin anything she ran and jumped on his back in attempt to stop him.

The phone fell from Chandler's hands when Monica jumped on top of him causing the phone to release from his grip. "You jerk!" She wrestled him to the ground and sat on top of him. Looking at his smirk on his face she knew that he read through all of her text from Rachel and 'Taylor'. Whoever that was. "What is your problem? Were you dropped on your head as a child of something?"

"Romeo?" He questioned reading one of her text to Rachel

"It was the first thing that came to my mind. Thanks to you I wasn't thinking clearly last night."

"Hey, no one forced drinks down your throat." He defended

"Give me back my phone!" Monica said as her headache returned

Mrs. Emerson walked in the room "Ms. Geller, Mr. Bing!" She scolded and walked over to pull Monica off Chandler "I did not expect this kind of behavior. And especially not from you." She glared in Monica's general direction. "This is going to cause you each a thousand more words on your reflection paper."

"What!" Chandler shouted "I wasn't the one that jumped someone!"

"You want to make it three thousand?" Mrs. Emerson said angrily.

Chandler shoved his hands in his pockets. "I can't believe this..." He shook his head and avoided Monica's gaze

"For the rest of your cultural hours you are to use the time wisely to explore other landmarks. Not for dillydallying around. Is that clear?" She looked at the two of them "One more move like this and I'm going to have to call your trip short."

They nodded

Things could be worse. They could be stuck in the same room together for the remainder of this trip.

Yeah, that would be A LOT worse.

She took one last intake of breath before leaving them to be. "You happy?" Monica said frustrated as she picked up her phone from the tiled floor.

"I don't want to talk to you right now." Chandler sighed and walked away.

He couldn't get kicked off this trip. If he failed this extra credit he wouldn't pass the class and if he didn't pass the class then he wouldn't get into NYU and if he didn't get into NYU his career was jeopardized. He barely knew anything about the city of London and right now he had a two thousand word paper on his hands.

Walking past the bench where Monica held her temples, he handed her a few aspirin "Here, take a few of these." He told her softly

She looked at them then up at him "I don't want your drugs."

He shook his head "It's aspirin for your hangover. I picked them up at the nurses station earlier." He spoke "I had a headache too but I can see this is your first hangover."

"Shhh!" Monica quickly took them while looking around making sure no one overheard.

"Okay children..." Mrs. Emerson tried to gather everyone together outside of the museum "The bus will be here at three. That gives you two cultural hours to explore the fundamental-" She was cut off as the group started drifting away and heading towards the shops and food markets.

Monica cleared her throat as she watched Chandler kicking a rock on the other side of a group. "I was thinking we'd visit the Tate." She opened her guide book

Chandler shook his head "I actually had something better in mind." He started to the right, leaving Monica to wonder.

Walking a few blocks down a street with less and less cars parked to the side Monica was getting annoyed "Where are we going exactly?"

He kept walking "Just a few more blocks." He answered

It was killing her not knowing where they were headed.

Not able to stand the silence much longer Chandler spoke up "So who exactly is this guy you've been texting?"

Monica shrugged, her eyes still focused on the guide book in front of her "I don't know."

Chandler's head whipped to the side "You don't know?" He repeated

She glared at him "Oh and you are so good with names." She put away her book allowing him to find the way by himself as she took out her phone.

"How do you not know who you are texting?"

They continued to walk "His name's Tyler. Okay." She looked up at him from the phone she tried to keep out of reach.

Chandler grinned "Tyler." He mocked "What kind of name is that."

She looked back at her phone reading the reply that came next "Playing hard to get, I like that. I knew I should have kissed you last night." Monica smiled reading it to herself which did not go unnoticed to Chandler

"What are you smiling about?"

Her face dropped as fast as it appeared "Nothing." She hesitated as she thought of what to write next.

"Let me see." He reached out for the phone that she, surprisingly, handed over. Chandler smirked and nodded "Actually, I think I should have been the one kissing you..." He began to type but Monica quickly took it back

"There is no way I am sending that! It doesn't even sound like me."

"You just did." He looked back at the phone in her hands that was blinking, sent.

"What!" She looked at her phone and scoured through the message log hoping he was lying just to scare her. But as luck had it, there was the message in the "sent" folder. She was about to have a total meltdown when the phone vibrates again. It was so sudden that Monica nearly dropped the cellular device straight to the concert pavement.

"What does it say?" Chandler leaned over, eager to find out the results of his little experience as they stopped for the moment.

Monica took a deep breath and flipped it opened.

"There's always tonight..." Chandler read aloud

Monica was in panic "Now what? He wants to meet me tonight!" Her heart was racing at the anticipation of what could happen.

"No." He shook his head firmly "You cannot do that."

"What? Why not?"

"Well," They continued to walk "First of all, you don't even know who this guy is. He is a stranger, he could be a rapist." He pointed out "What, you text him two messages and now you want to meet up? Too dangerous. But more importantly, you don't want to seem too eager. Play hard to get a little. It's old school but it works."

"Seriously?"

He nodded "I'll even make a deal with you."

Her eyes narrowed "What kind of a deal?"

"I'll help you with getting to charm this Tyler guy, if you write my paper."

Monica stepped back "Write your paper? No, I have my own paper to write." She shook her head "Plus, I can charm Tyler without the help of you, thankyouverymuch."

He chuckled

"What?" She asked a little annoyed

"You will screw this thing up if you text him without my help. I'm the one that got him to text back didn't I?"

Monica thought about this

"And just think about this paper. I actually think it will benefit you in the future. You could get your prospective on two different sides and it will help you with the next extra credit assignment you decide to attend." He pointed out

Looking back at the still unreplied-to-text in her hands she knew that both reasons were well thought of. Taking a cleansing breath before getting into what might become her death she extended her hand "Deal."

Chandler grinned and took the phone back as he began to reply.

Monica looked around finally realizing the environment "Why did we stop?"

He looked behind him. Phone forgotten for the time being "Because we're here."

"Here?"

He pulled back the few loose boards and allowed Monica to step in first with him following

The place was amazing. It was nothing like she imagined in a beautiful city like London but here she was standing in an abandoned skate park filled with graffiti. There were teenagers riding up and down the emptied pool and boards that lied over the stairs. They rode their skateboards and bikes under the bridge that stood overhead where gum stuck in all different colors and flavors. Skaters twisted and flipped off a few scattered ramps, zipping up and down.

"What is this place?" She knew but she just had to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"Underground skate park!" He exclaimed

Monica began walking over to the side "How did you find it?"

Chandler shrugged "Some guy." He ran his fingers over the painted fence. Unlike the other side it wasn't a moldy brown/green and there was not a single nail sticking out. "Cool, huh?"

"Yeah." She admitted stepping away and over to a building that looked like it could pass for a club.

"Thank you." He took a slight bow "Better than the National Gallery?"

She looked back at him "I still want to see the sunflowers." She was not going to let him win that easily "But it's still pretty great."

He'll take that.

Walking away he found a kid playing the guitar while sitting on his board. Reaching out Chandler asked "You mind."

The kid shrugged "Sure." He took the strap off and handed it over to where Chandler started adjusting.

Playing one tone he stopped and sang "Oh! Darling."

Monica's head turned to where the voice came from.

He stood there looking back at her.

"Chandler, what are you doing?"

Instead of answering he continued to sing. But unlike skater boy Chandler sang. Sang! He was fantastic and Monica was mesmerized by his voice. She was glued to him not wanting to blink afraid it would end too soon. He hits every note that even Paul McCatney would be proud.

"Believe me when I tell you (Oooh!)," He sings, winding down as he reached the end "I'll never do you no ha-arm."

By the time he finished the song Monica's jaw was hanging. She watched as he handed the guitar back and paid the boy before scrambling off.

"Where did that come from?" She burst after him

Chandler heads over to more graffiti pretending that it was nothing. "I'm a fan." He shrugs it off

She gasps as if it was the biggest secret he had "Yeah a fan, not a mini Paul McCartney!"

"Nah," He brushes it off "I just mess around. My mom use to play me Beatles records all the time."

She was about to quickly add that her parents use to do the same thing but something stops her. Not physically, like she trips, but something that tells her it wasn't that important. Just a coincidence. "Well you were really good."

He looks up to see the sun start to set "Well we better head back."

Monica follows. Something has changed. And not in a bad way.

All reviews will be well appreciated! I feel bad leaving this for almost a week. I promise after this week updates will get a lot better!

Oh and in case you forgot, this story is still inspired off of the book Meant to Be. I feel like I just needed to remind you.