Did you know the dog trainer in Marley & Me, (the one that says a dog likes to be looked at in the eye) is also played by Kathleen Turner. Chandler's dad/mom (Charles Bing) ? I knew that voice sounded familiar!

I went to 2! doctors. TWO DOCTORS! And neither one could put in a stupid proscription for pain killers. Talk about professional. When you say "Yeah, I'll put that in" Put it in! You don't just tell a person where their pharmacy is and not do anything.

Writers Block Sucks!

Love is an intense feeling of deep affection. Love is when someone feels a high romantic or sexual attachment for. Love is when you care very much for a person, feel deep attraction towards, hold very dear, adore, think the world of, be devoted to, dote on, idolize, worship. It can be a dream to come.

The way she looked forward to the summer end and start of another school year use to be a dream of hers. But as she held his hand close with hers all she could think about was the little time they had left. Her Adventures turned into Romance, and the Books turned into Kisses. Nothing would ever be the same again. Not now and not with Chandler Bing.

The breeze made her shiver under her skin. She wasn't sure if it was because it was cold, or she wanted to be closer to her boyfriend of almost 2 months. It didn't matter for long; right when the wind hit her, Chandler moved his arm more firmly around her body. This whole night began to feel pleasant and relaxing. They had no disturbance or self assurance; every little piece of the puzzle was beginning to fit right into place.

Her eyes were focused on the skyline just above the city as he spoke to her quietly. Her head rested on his stomach, his fingers moving through her hair; both felt graceful in the silence.

"When do you need to be home by?" Chandler broke the comfortable moment with a carious question to make sure he didn't break any curfew of hers. Although he hasn't met her parents yet, a good first impression would not be at one in the morning on a week day in a rusty old pick up truck that you could hear pulling up from a mile away.

"I think I'd rather be here with you." Monica said softly, snuggling closer to Chandler where it was warmer against her body.

"It's getting late, Mon." He whispered through the chilled air.

Ignoring him she stayed put, not making any gesture to head back towards the car "Do you know the feeling where you can just stay there forever and not be bothered?"

He smiled as he knew exactly what she was talking about. "I love you." His breath caught in his throat. He wasn't sure if saying it out of the blue was going to be a natural thing between them. Hearing those three words brought a smile upon his face each time they were said.

Could he say it just randomly?

The smile that was brought to her cheeks had any doubts reconsidered.

"If you are trying to bring me home, those are not the words that are going to do it." She leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. "But because I love you, I'll go."

He watched as she stood up. "You can't leave now. I'm too in love." He teased, catching her hand and bringing her to his lap.

She leaned forward and ran her hands through his hair to smooth it out. "I'll tell them first thing in the morning."

"And I'll be there that afternoon."

She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Hey, I'm the one that is suppose to be nervous here?" He rubbed his hands down her arms until they met her hands and latched on. He gave her a warm smile "Don't worry, they are going to love me." He kissed her hands

Looking through the stain glass windows she saw no lights on. Maybe that was best. This way she could think of her priorities as to why she was coming home late.

"Everything cool?" He asked when seeing her far off gaze to the darkened home.

Monica glanced back to Chandler and nodded before leaning over "I'll see you tomorrow." She kissed him in a way that had her yearning for more. No matter how late it was, no matter who was watching at that very moment; neither had the energy to break away. The way her lips tingled against his made it feel like their very first kiss. The shock and electricity shot through her as if she was taking off in that same airplane, venturing off to that same height; just 30 thousand feet above. In others words, it was intense.

The kiss got less patient and more eager as her chest rubbed against his. She felt his lips part against hers and his tongue venture past, waiting for her approval.

Before Monica lost all control she put her hand on his chest and moved back. They were both focused on catching their breath as her hand still rested on him.

"I should go." She said softly

"No, wait." He breathed, grasping her hand.

Monica reached for the door handle behind her.

Chandler pulled on her hand to try and get her to stay. And she let go. Abandoning the door and coming back to wrapping her hands around Chandler.

She broke away and smiled. Her right leg swung over his lap as she straddled him.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked

She shook her head and chuckled "No." And all hope he hand, vanished "I just wanted to leave you with a memorable kiss." With her hands on both side of his neck she moved her hair out of the way as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips barely apart as her tongue traced his.

Chandler's eyes were still clasped shut when the kiss broke.

She gave him a small peck to finish the night.

"Who knew Monica Geller could turn me on?" He teased as his eyes fluttered opened to make contact with hers.

She chuckled "Who knew Chandler Bing would admitted that out loud?"

He shook his head "I'll admit my love to you any day."

"And I'll be holding that against you." She smiled and looked back towards the house that she grew up in. It was time and nothing could stop that. The longer she waited the harder it would get with keeping this small secret; a secret.

"It won't be that bad." He noticed that same gaze that she had when they first pulled up.

She nodded and took a deep breath before turning back towards Chandler. "I'll see you tomorrow?" She kissed him once again

"Call me, and I'll come right over."

Untangling herself from his body she grabbed her purse "I love you."

The walk to the front door was shorter than what she hoped for. As she hadn't much time to think of a plausible excuse to her late night home coming. I lost track of time? Traffic? I went for a walk?

Shrugging she muttered to herself "All good excuses." Before taking that final step

The rusty hinges of the old door squealed like fingernails against a dusty chalkboard as she crept past. With her back towards everything but the door, she silently shut it into place.

"Busted."

"I lost track of time." She quickly spun around

"Yeah, with your tongue down his throat."

She blushed at the realization that he saw them pulling up. "Is anyone else up?" Knowing the cause of it was from the bright headlights and the engine roaring.

Ross nodded "They're in the kitchen." She started her way towards the swinging door that closed off the kitchen area from the living room area. "Oh, and before you go in there, I suggest not bringing up the whole tongue thing..." He teased which caused him a smack on the arm that will most likely leave a blackened bruise.

His car door slammed and he jogged up the driveway to the front door with his keys in hand. Wiggling the little piece of brass metal into the tiny key hole until it clicked and the knob turned. "Mom, I'm home." He shouted through the house, knowing she was up late working on her new novel that was scheduled to be published next month. He tossed his keys on the side table and began to take off his shoes, when he heard a voice he hasn't heard in almost a decade.

"Hey Chandler."

Chandler stopped in place "What are you doing here?" He replied without fully turning around. He didn't need to turn to know who it was standing in his front room. He didn't need to look into his eyes to know what he was feeling. And the truth was, he didn't want to.

"I came to see you." His voice seemed to echo through the house.

Chandler finally turned around "Oh, you came to see me." He put on a hard smile "Why didn't you say that before? How was Vegas?" His sarcastic tone is what brought out the shallow feelings he had towards him.

"Chandler, don't talk to your father that way." Nora scolded

"He's not my father." Chandler said coldly "He hasn't been my father for the past ten years."

Charles could tell when he wasn't welcomed. He began to grab his jacket when Nora spoke up "You don't have to leave."

Chandler glared at him "Let him go, mom." He spoke coldly "It won't be the first time he walked out on this family."

"He's right Nora, I should go." Charles headed towards the door "I just came to tell you I'll be getting married again." Pulling out a light grey invitation with lavender printed in the background, he handed it over. "We tried to schedule it before you left for college. We would really like it if you were there."

Chandler took the invitation in his hands and watched his father leave though the front door.

It was silent for a good five minutes and Chandler was perfectly fine with that. "I'm going to bed." He headed towards his room without a glance in his mothers direction.

"I think you should go."

"Not a chance in hell." He mumbled without slowing his pace.

"Chandler, this is your father we are talking about." Nora stopped him

"Really?" Turning to face her he felt the tears of sorrow resurface "Because he hasn't played the part well enough to deserve that title."

She was fed up with his arguing. It was late and they were both tired "We'll talk about this in the morning. Get some rest."

"He's sweet, and funny. Just meet him and then make your decision." Monica sat with her parents and Ross in the kitchen. They were both in their robes and more worried than angry. She understood how they were feeling. Staying up late wondering if they were ever going to see their daughter again. Maybe she was dead on the side of the road. Maybe even raped. They didn't know until they receive that phone call saying she was fine. But until then, they sat next to the phone at midnight with the lamp on and their rollers tangled in their hair.

"I don't want you dating a boy that doesn't even have the courage to ask for my promission first." There were certain things that came with being a dad. Taking that step forward and becoming the man of the house, never showing fear in front of your children, and always keeping your little girl safe.

"Dad, it wasn't his fault. We got together in London then we just kept it our little secret for awhile. His parents didn't know either." Monica tried explaining while keeping Chandler on her father's good side.

Jack didn't speak for what seemed like forever so Judy jumped in. "Well I think It's adorable that you found love in the city known for creating magical memories." She gushed

Monica smiled, glad that her mother wasn't on the other side of the fence with this news.

"Really?" She questioned, making sure she wasn't missing any signs of disapproval.

Judy nodded "But I'm gonna wanna meet this boy that stole your heart."

Her smile that came was even harder to hide than this relationship. "How about tomorrow? Dad can cook out." She asked as the grin stayed planted on her lips.

Judy looked towards Jack. "Well I think that sounds like a lovely idea, sweetheart." She smiled "Don't you think so, Jack?"

Monica looked towards her father. He was in a long daze just taking in the news he just received; Monica could see that. With his facial features seeming grim or hopeless, bleak, she just wanted to turn back time where they didn't see her making out with Chandler in the car. But it was too late, he saw everything. The way she straddled Chandler must have given her father a heart attack. "Dad, are you going to be okay?" She asked softly with more caution

He nodded "It's getting late. We should all get some rest." He stood up without even a blink and made his way out of the room.

Judy got up to console her daughter and assure her that he just needed some time to think it over.

While Monica stood in the kitchen alone as the rest of her family filed out and went to bed, all she could think about was London. She wasn't concerned with her parents and what they might think or even afraid of not being able to see him again. She was more anxious regarding if the relationship was going to last.

Going to rest wasn't all that easy that night. With a lot on her mind and a lot to stress about, Monica needed to speak to the one person that put her at ease when things got tough.

Messaging him to see if he was awake, she waited for his reply.

When ten minutes went by and still no answer, she figured he was already asleep. A part of her was okay with that. It gave her time to read and continue with being the Bookworm she was known as.

Pulling out the book from under her pillow she stared at the cover that she has grown to love. You can see the agony in Darcy's eyes. Peer sadness just waiting for Elizabeth's love. The way he proposes many times to win her heart over just struck Monica as true love and willingness to wait for her.

Pride and Prejudice is her all time favorite romance novel and always will be.

She stayed up late re-reading the book she spent many nights being sucked into, before falling into a restless slumber.

"Do you plan on going to college?"

Jack sat on the back patio under the shaded umbrella with his one leg over the other. He needed to make sure this boy wasn't wasting his little girls time and taking care of his future as well as respecting hers.

"Yes, Sir." Chandler replied just sitting opposite of Mr. Geller "I have actually applied to a few colleges and have received some further notice with their university." Monica was helping her mother clean up their dishes after dinner that they used to eat outside on this beautiful sunny day. While listening in on their conversation, she refilled their glass with freshly squeezed lemonade.

She didn't know Chandler had already applied to a few different colleges throughout the state as well as others. Without discussing their plans in continuing their relationship during college, she was already starting to get nervous.

"And what are you studying into?"

Chandler took a sip of his lemonade "Well Finance mainly but I'm looking into getting a degree with Data Reconfiguration which is going to focus highly on Computer Science and Statistics so I'll be enrolled in a few different math classes my beginning year that way I don't fall behind in my fourth year and need an extra course before graduating."

Jack nodded "That is very high of a young boy going into something so serious."

"I don't joke around Sir." He flashed a smile

"Well that's good to know." He was beginning to like this Chandler Bing and he excepted him as Monica's boyfriend. "I hear Philadelphia has a great course for Finance. Have you ever considered?"

Monica sat down between them and slowly brought her eyes to Chandler, awaiting his answer.

"I have." He nodded, shyly of only having discussed it once with Monica. "But I don't think I'll be attending."

"Oh." Jack stopped mid-sentence before continuing "Why's that?"

"Monica will you help me with the dessert?" Judy walked out the back door interrupting any conversation that was going on.

Monica moved her eyes from Chandler's gaze and up to her mother "Yeah." Getting up from the chair the second time it took everything in her to not look back to where Chandler was talking to her father.

At least they weren't fighting or arguing. That was good news.

She kept glancing out the window as all she saw was their lips moving and their heads shaking.

"You love him?"

Monica's eyes moved the two inches to meet her mother's "I do." She nodded "I really do." There were so many things going on in the world. A death, families splitting up, maybe even a war. But all Monica could think about was the person she loved. He was still going to be in her life, for how long, she didn't know. His dream college was 337 miles / 542 km away, yet she was worried about never seeing him again. He already told her he was considering NYU that offered the same courses. But did she want to make him give up his future for her?

"Monica?"

She came back into focus and listened to her mother's words.

"Are you alright honey? I've been calling your name."

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." She shook out of it. "Just thinking about this dessert." She put on a smile

When Monica finally got a chance to steal Chandler away for a few minutes all she wanted to do was kiss him.

"Your dad seems to love me." Chandler smiled as he sat with his arm stretched out behind Monica on the front porch.

"I wouldn't go straight to love." Tilting her head up, she looked at him with a smirk.

"Ha ha." He kissed her head "At least one Geller loves me."

She reached her hand up to steady his face. She could kiss these lips forever and it would still feel like the first time. But it had to end sometime, and it did. When breaking away she took a deep breath "So you were talking about college for a long time." She spoke up, nervously "Have you been thinking about-"

"I haven't got accepted there yet." He cut her off, not having her get worked up about that before she had a reason to. "But I don't want to talk about that right now." He whispered as his breath got shallow the closer he got to Monica "I just want to spend more time with my girlfriend while I have a chance." His hand slid down her back as his other went to her neck, pulling her in closer.

"Monica." Ross' voice broke them apart quickly "Dad said Chandler should be heading home now."

She saw his head out the corner of her eye the whole time she had her attention on Chandler, before he disappeared.

Looking at his watch he saw the time for what it really was. Monica chuckled "I think he is just jealous you stole me from him." He smiled and run his hand up her leg.

"Yeah, being 9:30 and all."

"On the dot." He said, unbelievable

She shook her head knowing he planned this.

"That's okay. I probably should get back home arguing with my mom." He reached his hand back over to his side.

"Why are you arguing with your mom?" She questioned wondering to herself if it was over how cute he was right now.

He hesitated not wanting to bring up the subject at this particular moment in time. But he had to tell her. Being the best boyfriend he could be meant keeping no lies. And hiding this from her would be a lie. His father may not be the idolized father, but he was still his father. A father he use to build Go Karts with on school nights. Staying up til midnight working until the engine ran was something he use to look forward to. Now it was something he didn't want to remember.

"Chandler?" She was next to wrap her arms around him for comfort.

Monica broke his thoughts that he ventured off to.

"You okay?"

He immediately shook his head "No. And I don't think I'll ever be okay again." He stood up needing to be alone as he broke away from her embrace. "I'll talk to you later. I just need some time to think."

As he walked down the driveway and to his car, Monica began to worry. She still wasn't sure what the argument consist of and maybe she was never going to find out. But in the sake of her boyfriend she was willing to wait until he was ready to tell.

Even if it took days.

Okay this chapter wasn't really what I hoped for but I'm crippled, give me a break. I wrote down a plan for the next few chapters so hopefully that will help with updating.

All reviews will be appreciated!