Behold. The chapter you've all been waiting for! Dun Dun Dun...

Or maybe not. The beginning might seem a little rushed but do you want me to go into detail or do you want a story to get interesting? Don't forget to tell me what you think!

A ray of light shines through the window straight into Monica's eyes. It starts to burn at first when her eyes flutter open and set on a pile of clothes. Why didn't she fold her clothes? Her mind begins to wonder. Wait a minute. Monica squints and she finds a pair of jeans with holes. She doesn't have jeans with holes in the knees. And she doesn't shop at Abercrombie & Fitch.

Then she remembers. She's in Chandler Bing's room and those are his unfolded clothes.

Too exhausted to wake up now, Monica sighs intently and cuddles closer to her pillow. When she goes to grab the blanket that is when she realizes she is lying on top of the comforter. Why hasn't she been cold? Her mind trails back again. She always gets cold at night. But as she asks these questions it all comes back to her. She hasn't been cold because her knees were tucked with Chandler's. and the heaviness on her chest was his arm. There was no pillow to cuddle closer too. It was Chandler's body.

Oh my God. She's spooning. With Chandler. She is spooning Chandler Bing, and his face is buried in her hair. She can feel his breath on her cheek. 'Oh my God I'm spooning with Chandler!'

Monica starts to untangle herself from him without trying to make too much movement. She barely gets an inch away when she hears him mumble. It's distant and muffled but she definitely hears the words "one more kiss" escape from his lips. Monica starts to panic. Did they kiss last night? No, no no no no no! She forgets about moving slowly and lunches herself out of bed.

She hurries to the bathroom where she finds one of his shirts lying on the floor. She knows that she probably smells right now; having not showered after her jog the night before. Picking it up she smells his colon all over the shirt before deciding to slip it on in place of her tank.

"This is way too big." She whispers to herself as she takes in the extra fabric from the side and tuck it into her shorts. It was better than wearing her "Learning is sexy" T-shirt that she wore the day before. She wasn't popular enough for people to recognize her attire but if they did she didn't want them to see her wearing the same clothes she had on the night before; while walking out of Chandler Bing's room. So this was going to have to do.

Walking back out she grabbed her shoes in her hand when seeing Chandler still fast asleep she, as quiet as can be, headed for the door where it thankfully opened without a squeak.

"Where is your buddy?" The teacher asks as she hands Monica her key

"He's not feeling well." She blurts out "Stomach flu."

"Aww, that's too bad." Mrs. Emerson says sadly

Monica just nods as she boards the bus

Another day, another tour.

As they walk up the street Kathy starts to get impatient "Where are we going?"

"We are headed to the Notting Hill." Mrs. Emerson replies as she counts and recounts heads to make sure everyone got off the bus.

"Like in the movie?"

"What movie?" Mrs. Emerson asks and Janice's mouth drops open. She just shakes her head and continues "We will be exploring the street markets, home to the most exciting and interesting antiques in the world!"

"Antiques?" Kathy moans

Monica smiles. She couldn't help but think about all the used book shops that she will be passing. But she is going to have to settle for browsing since all her money is in her purse which is locked up in her room.

"Monica darling, since Chandler wasn't able to make it with us this morning, you will just have to pair up with Mr. Tribbiani and Ms. Sharp."

Monica looked over at them on the other side of the group flirting with one another.

This was going to be a long day.

With being paired up with Joey and Kathy, unfortunately, used book stores were not on their agenda.

It has only been twenty minutes and Monica was already beginning to feel annoyed with the two.

Leaving them behind, she went to go find Mrs. E. who was looking at bird feeders.

"Mrs. Emerson?" Monica got her attention "I think I may have caught what Chandler has, because I'm not feeling too well myself."

"Oh no." She said sadly "Do want me to call you a cab?" She asked

Monica nodded "That would be great." She tried to hide her excitement "I'm sorry that I can't stay"

"Don't worry about it honey. I'm sure it wasn't your fault." She picked up her phone and began to dial.

"Welcome back miss." The doorman announced cheerfully as he held the door open for Monica.

Monica gives him a weak smile. She certainly did not feel like a miss this morning. First she wakes up in a boy's bed, then she puts on his dirty shirt that she believed has been on the floor since they arrived. After that she ends up lying to Mrs. E. She just couldn't take Joey's constant flirting and Kathy's follow up giggling, anymore.

Monica walks back up to her floor, passing her door on the way she heads straight for Chandler's and bangs hard on the door. Then she thinks back to her hangover and switches to a gentle knock "Chandler?" She calls softly

Chandler groaned when he heard a loud bang on his hotel door.

Slowly getting up he stretched before going to tell whoever was at his door, to go away.

Once he opens it and sees Monica standing there, helpless, he begins to feel something else. Stepping aside he allows her to walk in. "What?"

"You need fresh air, and food." Monica begins to walk over to his dresser "But first you need clean clothes." She opens the top drawer to find it empty, then the second one. "Where are all your clean clothes?"

Chandler rubs his temple with one hand as the other points to a suitcase in the corner of his room.

Of course he didn't unpack. Monica thinks to herself "Okay." She walks over to the bathroom and starts the shower "Let's go." He doesn't move "Come on, this will be really good for you. So you better move before I start singing, and I am a terrible singer."

Waiting a couple seconds he still doesn't move so she begins to sing "Tomorrow" by Annie

"Okay!" Chandler groans again as he walks in the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

She was right, that cold shower did help a lot. And the nice warm breakfast afterwards was delicious. Chandler was feeling much better.

"So where are we going?" Monica asked as she followed Chandler down the streets of London and out into the country. This was not what Monica had in mind for the day.

"We are adventuring." He grinned still walking

Monica looked up to what appeared to be dark rain clouds overhead.

"We should actually be getting back before it rains." She stops after hearing a clash of thunder a few miles away.

"It's just a passing cloud. We'll be fine." He answers

A few more minutes pass by and Monica attempts another conversation "By the way, you have me to thank for getting you out of another tour."

He smiles "Thank you, I owe you one." He says

"Did you sleep well?" As soon as she asked the question she regrets it. Then again, he was pretty drunk when he fell asleep he probably didn't even notice she was there all night.

"Yes, thank God." He says picking up a stick on the ground as he played with it "It was probably the best sleep I've ever had. You?"

"Uh, yeah, good." She blushes, she wonders if he knows that she was in his room. In his bed. That they had spooned all night.

"You smile in your sleep."

Her head snaps up to look at him "I what?"

"Yeah." He says, smiling to himself "And don't worry about getting up early. I'll cover for you tomorrow. Tell Mrs. E that you got lost in a gigantic encyclopedia or something." He teased

"No way! I cannot miss tomorrows tour." She says, ignoring his joke "It's going to be the highlight of this trip."

"Why, what's tomorrow?"

"It's the Stratford-upon-Avon trip." She answers, shocked that he doesn't remember

Nodding along, Chandler then asks another question that he has been wondering.

"So how has that phone sex been treating you?"

"Phone sex?"

"Yeah, you know, with Tyler."

Monica smacks him "I do not have phone sex!" She defended "Besides, my phone died yesterday. I haven't been speaking to Tyler." She then has an idea "Can I borrow your phone?"

"What? No!" He grabs it out of his pocket and holds it tight in his grip.

"It will only be for a few seconds, why not?"

"Because It's my phone. You already had your fun."

Monica takes a step closer to him and he backs up towards the tall grass. "It's not a great idea to go in there when there is a storm coming." She stopped when she heard something "Did you hear that?" She asked with a slight panic to her tone.

"What?"

Then she heard it again "That."

"Oh, the geese?" He questioned

"What!" She shouted through the ran as it began to fall.

"Relax, they aren't going to eat you." He said "They are practically harmless."

"Are you sure?" She asked "I am not taking a another step until you swear to me-"

"There are no geese. We are in the middle of nowhere." He assured her "What is your problem with geese anyway?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She mutters trying to drop the subject when she sees a goose walk out of the tall grass she lets out this long fearful scream. She whirls around and takes off with a sprint.

"Slow down!" Chandler hurries after her "Monica, wait!" They head straight into the grass. With a few long strides he catches her, turning her around to face him.

"You jerk!" She smacks him hard in the chest.

"What? I didn't see them!" He defends as he bursts out in laughter.

"Can we please get out of here before-" Monica starts but is interrupted when a thunder booms and lightning zigzags across the sky. With Chandler's laughing he didn't seem to notice but Monica knew she shouldn't have trusted his 'adventuring around'. Now they were lost.

Without warning she snatches his phone from his loosened grip and starts to run again.

She didn't get far when Chandler tackled her to the ground with him on top.

Her hair was wet from the pouring rain as it was sticking to her face. Monica's eyelids fluttered up and down as she tried to avoid the rain. Looking up at Chandler she caught him staring.

So many thoughts were going around in her head about what could happen with them lying in this position.

But her thoughts were soon interrupted.

Chandler pressed his lips to hers. Hard at first, hungry, and for once Monica isn't worried about what is happening or whether this is the right thing to be doing. She relaxed into it, enjoyed it. His tongue gently traces her upper lip. And she parts them, but instead of jamming his tongue down her throat, Chandler let's it venture slowly into her opened mouth. Monica sighs into the kiss, her arms around his waist, her fingers digging into the wet fabric of his shirt. Chandler kisses her for what seems like hours, until he can barely catch his breath.

Monica can hear the thunder in the background, but suddenly, it no longer matters. The weight of everything rests on top of her, but she doesn't feel crushed. She wants more. Pulling him closer, harder, heavier, Chandler finally pulls away.

She looks up at him. She wants to ask him why he kissed her, and if he meant it, and what it means.

But nothing comes.

Chandler rolls to the side of her, propping himself up on his elbow. "Can I ask you something?"

Her stomach drops, and she waits for the inevitable 'who the hell taught you how to kiss' inquiry.

"Yeah." She replies rather cautious

"Seriously, what's with the geese?" His mouth was set in a tight line to suppress his grin.

Her mind was still running, her heart still racing. "It's just a dumb childhood thing."

He nods "And I'm not a dumb child?" He teases, only getting a slight chuckle from Monica's side "Come on, spill."

And so she does. She tells him how she has been scared ever since the day at the park when she was a kid and when she was bit and how they chased the mean goose around. She told him everything. It felt good to release a personal memory to a friend. She felt like she could open up to him and he wasn't going to laugh. She felt something different.

"Chandler, does this mean-" she pauses, rolling over onto her stomach and playing with a dandelion

He sighs "I like you a lot."

Their smiles match each others just thinking where this could lead.

He stands and pulls Monica to her feet. They were both fully soaked as the rain came to a stop. The mud seeping into their sneakers. But neither of them cared.

Chandler smiled and they began to run, Monica keeping in perfect pace with him. Her hand finds his and she grasps it tightly. She thought about their first night in London when they ran from the house party. So much has changed.

They slowed to a giant tree. Chandler pushes Monica up against the trunk and their dream kiss continues.

"I love my shirt on you." He manages to get out before her lips found his again.

The navy blue, button down shirt Monica had worn that day was rolled up to the elbows and the extra was tucked into her shorts. But for some reason, it fit perfectly.

The End!

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