Chapter 2
Chandler lay awake in bed. Sleep was apparently not an option for him at the moment. His mind was focused on Monica. Was she okay? Monica was always there fe him when he broke down so seeing her in that state was frightening. He almost broke down seeing her brake down, but told himself that he needed to be strong because she wasn't at the moment, and the only reason their friendship worked was because at least one of them was strong when the other wasn't. He had hugged her and she had left, telling him "thanks". But the one thing keeping him awake, the one thing now preventing him from sleep was what Phoebe said. She knew. He knew she knew. She had gave him 'the look'. Chandler sighed and rolled out of bed, literally, landing on his wrist.
"Ow." He said into the carpet, and then got up, peering at his wrist.
Meh. Monica will take care of it.
He stumbled out of the bedroom, walking into the side of the tv cabinet.
"OW!" He said, quite loud. He stepped around the cabinet, thinking about getting a drink of milk. At that moment he walked straight into the coffee table.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered. At that moment Joey came out of his room.
"Are you trying to bulldoze that apartment?" He asked.
"No." Chandler muttered, holding his injured toe.
"Sure sounded like it," Joey remarked.
"I just have other things on my mind." Chandler said.
"Like...Monica?" Joey asked causally. Chandler stared at him for a while before nodding.
"Yeah. Like Monica." He said quietly.