I was up all night trying to write this chapter. It's storming outside and it is really hot in my room (expectually with my computer on my lap) so I hope this chapter doesn't suck too bad for me to post. I apologize for the long wait but I have my reasons...they aren't that good of reasons so I'm not going to tell you ;) Thank you all so very much for reviewing! It really does motivate me to update even more each week.

Her breathing became shallow, her muscles were loose as she felt her body drown in the intense pressure that was against her lips. She was lost in the most amazing kiss that she didn't want to end. Her hands were around his neck, her fingers gripping his short hair as he was pulling her hips closer to his. Nothing could break them apart. Nothing.

QUACK

Except that.

Monica broke away just as quickly as it all began. The goose was getting closer and closer and Monica's heart began to race once again.

Chandler watched as she tensed up and her body started to tremble. "Are you that scared of them?"

She turned and stared at him "Have you ever been bit by one?"

He chuckled and shook his head "No, I don't think I'd be a good flavor." He joked

Backing up she kept her eye on the goose before her. Today was not the day to be sent to the hospital because a goose bit off her finger. Oh my God, it would be the headline in the paper the next morning. "Teenage tourist gets bit by a wild goose and is sent straight to the hospital. Can't those Americans do anything right?" Great, the first time she makes the paper it's because a stupid duck attacks her.

She needs to calm down, it's not even after her.

Monica stops when she feels something behind her. "Ahh!" She jumps and turns around to find Chandler covering his ears

"Mon, chill. It's only me." He put his arms around her to embrace her in a comforting hug. "Do you want to go back to the hotel now?"

She nodded "Please."

The whole way back Chandler couldn't stop laughing and Monica was afraid he was laughing at her outburst with the goose earlier. When they got off the elevator and onto their floor was when she finally asked why he kept laughing. She did not want to start off a relationship with a guy who was so rude like this. "What is so funny?"

He shook his head. Nothing was really funny, but right at this moment Chandler couldn't stop smiling at how stupid he felt for giggling this long at a simple noise. "Your shoes squeaked the whole way back, you know that?"

Pausing, she looked down at her sneakers and saw they were covered in mud and wet from the pouring down ran. She chuckled to herself. Was it just her or was she seeing a whole new Chandler Bing? Not the Chandler Bing that had a little kid stick Orbit Mint Gum in her hair on the flight, not the same Chandler Bing that once filled her locker with tampons. But the new Chandler Bing. The Chandler that she could actually see herself falling in love with. Someday.

Monica watched as he walked right past his door and kept following her down the hall to her room. And the grin continued to stay planted on her lips.

Stopping right outside her door, she turned to him "So this is my stop." She said, nervously, not sure how this night was suppose to end.

He smiled shoving his hands in his pocket. "I guess it is." He shuffled his feet from side to side as he wasn't sure if he should kiss her and take the chance in getting caught, or if he should just call it a night and hope that he didn't ruin the rest of the trip for them.

Monica sensed the uncomfortable silence and spoke up "Goodnight."

He looked up at her "Night."

Giving a small smile, Monica turned and slid her card in her door then back out again. Realizing then that she has yet to return it to Mrs. Emerson. 'Whatever, she'd do it in the morning.'

Walking in she leaned against the door as she thought about the events that happened, the new feelings that emerged, and the future that could be worth sharing.

That night was hard to sleep compared to the night before. Chandler was up most of the night thinking about what happened with Monica. He couldn't believe he kissed her. Chandler. Kissed Monica. He was lacking lips with the once known bookworm. But that wasn't the name he wanted to call her again. It never was. Things were different with her and he was beginning to love the new feelings he felt inside. He didn't want to feel any different.

With leaving in just a few days he wondered if this was just going to be a London romance or they were actually going to try this through college. It wasn't something he needed to know now, but it something that he fell asleep thinking about.

While Chandler was thinking about Monica; down the hall, Monica was spilling the beans to Rachel.

"He kissed you?" She gasped

Monica nodded as she covered her eyes. She still couldn't believe it.

"How did it feel?" Rachel leaned in as she was afraid she wasn't going to hear clearly as her friend explain the best gossip she received all year. But was it gossip if it wasn't a lie? Shrugging it off, her eyes were focused on the computer screen in front of her.

Blushing, her heart beat picked up speed once again. Was this going to be a new thing, her heart beating against her chest that she could barely breath? A part of her hoped so. "It was the most amazing kiss I've ever had." She said honestly

Rachel was so happy for her friend. She might have actually found love. And in the city where love happens, was incredible. "What about Janice?"

Monica was confused. Why was she mentioning Janice?

"What?"

Rachel paused "Did you not know they dated?" Monica's eyes grew wide "For about eleven months." She finished

"Wait..." She hesitated "Why did they break up? That was like, a year wasted."

Rachel shrugged "I'm not sure. I guess Chandler broke it off. You should ask him."

"I'm not going to ask him about his past girlfriends. I don't even know if we are actually dating yet."

"Mon, you basically had sex against the tree." Rachel rolled her eyes

"We did not-" She started to shout "We did not have sex." Monica looked around her as if there were people around budding in on their private conversation.

Rachel chuckled. Monica was always one to be careful of using the 'sex' word. She hated people thinking she lost her flower when she hasn't. Not that it was anyone else business.

"I better go. We are going to the Globe tomorrow." Monica's smile was bigger than her face.

"Have fun." Rachel grinned, happy for her friend "And don't forget that they can smell that sex on you. Take a shower!"

"Sshh!" Monica's eyes went wide "I'll talk to you later." She shut her laptop before getting up from her desk chair and walking over to her queen size bed where she pulled back the covers of the comforter and climbed into a peaceful sleep.

Monica walked downstairs with her bag full of maps of all kinds of different antiques shops to wonder around the city. Today she might actually be able to search for that one Shakespeare playbook she has been dying to get her hands on. It is ranked one of the top sellers of his time and Monica has yet to open the cover to explore the century that has been brought up in so many classes and thousands of schools across the nation. It was a book Shakespeare himself signed and there are only 14 left. Where? Monica wasn't exactly sure. Which is why she has her map.

Smiling, she pulled out the one that was crinkled on every corner from being shoved every which way.

"So if we start here then we should end up there-"

Her head whipped around to find Chandler next to her, looking at the map in her hands as he pretended to think it over. He was closer to her then he was the day before. She scanned her class around her then found Mrs. Emerson near the door talking to the bus driver.

"Is something wrong?" Chandler asked finding her a little out of it.

Monica wasn't sure if he knew she knew about him and Janice being together. If it was suppose to be a secret she understood why. Janice was so annoying, Monica didn't blame him for wanting to keep that relationship to themselves.

"I'm fine." She finally replied looking back to where their teacher started to speak and all her classmates walked out the hotel lobby and to the bus.

Chandler sat right next to Monica when they took off.

"Are you excited?" She smiled as they watched the buildings pass by them with every second.

He hesitated. "Should I be?"

Monica sighed "You don't know where we are going, do you?" When he didn't respond she blurted out "We are going to the Globe. The famous stage that Shakespeare preformed on, himself. It is like the one thing I've been looking forward to this whole trip."

All these little things about her were making him fall head over heals. How come he never saw it before? Her constant excitement about Shakespeare, with her little guide books and her notes that she takes during every tour. All of it was beginning to turn into cuteness in Chandler's mind. Just the way her eyes lite up when she finds a new fact interesting and the way her dimples shine through every smile she makes; every little thing was adorable.

Monica found him smiling but she wasn't sure why. It kind of creeps her out the way he stares off into space with a grin on his face. But then again, it was nice to see him smile for a change. With all that he has been through he doesn't smile all that much. She began to wonder more about his family and how his parents splitting came to be? With him living in two separate houses things weren't all that easy for him, and she understood that.

"You have something on your mind?"

Monica turned to look at Chandler next to her. She shook her head not really wanting to bring up the subject right now. They had bigger fish to fry. Expectually when they just pulled up to the Globe. Monica sat up in her seat as she watched other people walking in for the next show.

"Alright, ladies and gentleman." Mrs. Emerson stood at the front with everyone's tickets in hand. "Try to stay as a group as we all get off the bus. I have your tickets right here-" she motioned "-please don't loose them."

Everyone got up row by row and walked out, getting their tickets from their teacher on the way out.

Chandler turned to look at Monica and there was that smile again. The one that he was beginning to fall for.

As they watched the play preform Chandler did not expect them to be standing the whole time. His feet began to ache the longer he seemed to be standing still. Monica was so engaged in the play that she barely noticed when Chandler took hold of her hand.

Leaning down, Chandler whispered something in her ear "I didn't realize it would be this dark." His voice cracked "I'm scared of the dark."

"Mr. Bing." Mrs. Emerson warned just a couple people behind him

Leaning in a little closer he whispered even softer that his voice was just air in Monica's ears "I want to kiss you so bad right now."

She got shivers down her spine at his words; but before she could turn to him the lights flickered on and the crowd shuffled out the one exit door. Out of the 800 people that watched the play there were only 2 people that clapped; Monica and Mrs. E. They watched as the performers remained still in their spot until everyone was out of the building.

I'm going to stop there because what I had written next didn't satisfy me enough to post.

So the reason I haven't had all that much happen was because I've run out of good ideas. If you want to review anything that you hope to read in the future chapters I will try my best to fit it in somehow :)