Monica smiled, walking into the living room, eyeing the two of them. She frowned a little, Joey was looking at her kinda funny. "Hey guys," she stood in front of Joey, "I just came by to see how the party went last night." She looked over at Chandler and wondered if he was sleeping.

"It was great!" Joey said, "We never knew how much fun we could really have on a boat."

Monica nodded, "Oh good!" She motioned with her head towards the couch, "what's with him?"

Chandler groaned, "can we lower our voices, please?"

Joey made a face towards her, "he's a little hungover this morning. Went a little hard on the whiskey."

She furrowed her eyebrows together, walking to the couch and sitting on the edge next to him. She felt she knew Chandler pretty well, probably the best out of all of them, and she knew that he didn't drink whiskey. Beer was his alcoholic drink of choice, and if it did change, it was tequila, not whiskey.

"You drank whiskey?"

Chandler finally moved his arm to look at her beautiful face, "yes."

She turned her head even more, placing her hand on his chest, "why? You don't like whiskey."

He pushed himself up further on the couch, trying to ignore her touch that was burning through his t-shirt and ignore the way Joey was curiously watching their interaction, "well, I've kind of developed a taste for it."

That wasn't the complete truth. He really only drank it to try and numb his body quicker, and it didn't work anyway.

Monica nodded, but he was sure she wasn't convinced. "Okay, well, make sure that you are better before the rehearsal dinner tomorrow."

He pulled up the corner of his mouth, trying to form a least half a smile for her. He couldn't believe this wedding was two days away. "Oh, I'll be fine," he said, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. He had said those words so many times to everybody that he wasn't sure if they even meant anything anymore, "don't worry about me."

Monica moved her hand up to his shoulder, squeezing it before standing from the couch, "I've got breakfast over here. You guys should come and eat."

Chandler slid back down on the couch, groaning at the mention of food, "not hungry."

Joey was already at the door, leaving the apartment to head across the hall. Monica chuckled and moved back to the couch, looking down at him, "you should eat something. It might help."

"I can't," he said, "the thought of it makes me even sicker."

She reached down and took his hand, "are you sure you're alright?"

Damn it, she was touching him again, but at least there was no audience, "Monica, really. I'll be okay. I just drank a little more than my body weight last night...because of all the fun activities going on, you know."

"No, I don't mean because of the hangover." Her blue eyes met his tired ones, "you seem a little down lately."

Crap, she noticed he wasn't the happy, joking Chandler he used to be. He swallowed, sitting up on the couch again, "I'm okay."

"You know you can talk to me, right?" She sat down, realizing that the conversation was heading into something longer than she originally thought. She rubbed the top of his hand, "I'm still here."

Good grief he loved her. He tried to hide the nervousness in his voice, "I know."

She nodded, accepting that for the moment, "okay. Please try and eat something. I'll make you whatever you want."

His stomach was turning somersaults now. He shook his head, "I can't eat. I can't, I can't, I can't."

Sighing, she let go of his hand and stood from the couch, "come over at least. We haven't seen much of you lately."

He nodded slowly, laying down on the couch again, positioning the pillow behind his head. "I'll stop by later."

Monica nodded, watching him as he put his arm over his eyes again. She knew something was bothering her friend; she just couldn't lay a finger on it. She made a mental note to figure out what the problem was with him...after the wedding, of course.

A sharp pain shot through Chandler's head as the duck alarm clock went off right next to his ear. He batted the poultry away and sat up, groaning as he remembered how hungover he was. He waited for the world to right itself before looking over at the wall, squinting to read the clock. It was almost three in the afternoon, so he must've fallen asleep. His stomach growled, and for the first time in about a day he actually felt a little hungry instead of queasy.

He stood, grabbing the glass he had earlier and walked into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and found nothing edible, so decided that he should do what he promised and stop by the girl's apartment.

Walking into apartment 20, he looked around to find it empty. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Surely they had something to eat around here. He started towards the white box in the room when the door was flung open. A happy, smiley Rachel walked in ahead of an excited Monica and Phoebe, who were shortly behind with bags all over their arms.

"Oh hey!" Phoebe said, spotting the man in the room first.

Chandler finished pulling out ingredients for a sandwich, "Hey."

Monica walked over next to him, "I'm so glad you're up. And you're eating!"

He nodded, "Yeah, I thought I'd give it a shot."

"Well I'm glad you're here. I really need a man's opinion on something." Chandler put his sandwich together, watching as she looked through the many shopping bags scattered around the table.

"Oh, good idea!" Rachel said, "That way you can know for sure!" She began to look through the bags with Monica, and picked one up quickly; swinging it as she handed it to Monica, "Go put it on!"

"Really?" she questioned looking at Rachel, than Phoebe.

"Really," Rachel insisted, "it's just Chandler."

Chandler ignored them and took an experimental bite of his sandwich, pausing mid chew to see if it was going to make him sick. His stomach seemed to agree with the substance, so he nodded, finishing the bite and taking another. Phoebe sat down at the table next to Chandler, taking a sip from her water bottle.

"So how was the bachelor party last night?"

He lifted his eyebrows as he swallowed the third bite and took a drink of water, "Fine."

Phoebe chuckled, "Were there strippers there?"

Chandler resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her, "yes."

She giggled, "did you score?"

"Um, no," he said quickly, "we just played poker and smoked cigars." He sighed, hoping that his explanation of the night before would be enough to halt Phoebe's questions.

"Sounds like a manly night," she said to him, and he nodded in response.

"Okay Chandler, what do you think?" Rachel asked him, causing him to turn his head to look at Monica, who emerged from her bedroom in a white piece of lingerie that had lace on the top that showed off her chest and the bottom that barely went past her thighs. Rachel held up a red one on a hanger, holding it next to Monica, "I like this red one. But Monica says white. What do you think?"

All three girls turned to Chandler, looking at him as he stared at Monica. What was she trying to do to him? This was pure hell.

Torture.

"Chandler?" Monica said, trying to get his attention.

Rachel waved the red number on the hanger, "This one, right?"

Chandler couldn't take his eyes off of her. His mouth was dry, his head was spinning and he couldn't form words. "I uh-" He tried. That wasn't a sentence.

Monica turned her head, "see, he doesn't like either one! I knew we should've gotten that blue one!"

Chandler stood from his chair, walking over to her slowly, clearing his throat to see if he could make his mouth work, "no." Monica and Rachel both looked at him, waiting on him to continue. He lifted a hand, pointing at Monica, "that one is…"

"What's wrong with you?" Rachel asked, "you look a little pale."

He finally took his stare off of Monica to look over at Rachel, shaking his head, "no, I'm fine, just hungover." He pulled himself together as much as he could, but when his eyes met Monica's again, his brain went into mush. He swallowed and shut his eyes just for a second, "that's the one."

Monica let a smile tug onto her face, "are you sure? Because I didn't think this…"

Chandler had the overwhelming urge to shove her against the wall and show her just how sure he was, but he only nodded his head, "yes, I'm sure. T-that one is perfect."

Monica's smile grew, "aw, I knew I could count on you to make the right decision! Thanks Chandler!"

Rachel sighed, "Chandler, you were supposed to pick the red one!"

Monica danced around a little, "but he didn't! He picked this one so I win!"

Chandler watched the beautiful creature in front of him as she went into her room, followed by Rachel. Chandler sighed, running a hand through his hair as he made his way back to the sandwich. Desperate to scrub the images from his mind.

Phoebe stared at him as he picked it back up, taking a bite of it. He felt her eyes on the side of his face, so he looked at her, swallowing again, "what?"

"What was that all about?"

He sat back in his chair, "what was what all about?"

"The way you were looking at her," Phoebe said, "you were staring at her so hard, I thought, for a second, that you had x-ray vision. It's like you were in love with her."

Chandler looked at her, his eyes big and in disbelief. He had to think of something to say, he tried to laugh like it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard, but it came out more like a nervous laugh. "Pheebs, don't be silly. Monica is just a friend."

"You weren't looking at her like she was a friend." Phoebe took another sip of water, "I know things, Chandler Bing."

Chandler's eyes grew again. Did Joey say something to her?

No. He wouldn't.

Right?

"Phoebe don't be ridiculous. I only love her just like I love you and Rachel. As a friend, that's all." He hoped she would drop it. "She just caught me off guard with the whole lingerie thing. Any man would have been stunned."

Much to his relief, she let it go when Monica and Rachel walked out of her bedroom, Monica back in her regular clothes and the red piece of clothing back in the bag to return to the store. She still had a smile from one side of her face to the other.

"What can I say, Rach? You know you were wrong about the red. And I know that I won!" Chandler stood from the table heading towards the door, "Chandler, where are you going?" Monica asked.

He sighed, reminding himself to act as normal as possible with Phoebe watching him, "I'm just gonna go take some more medicine and let you girls talk." He said, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "I'll see you guys later." He said, walking out of the apartment and leaning on the door.

He covered up his face with both of his hands.

If he didn't get over his absolute love and desire for Monica soon, he was definitely going to have to figure out a way to hide it better, or just stay away from her so that he wouldn't make a fool out of himself again.

He really hoped it wasn't option two.

"Whatcha doing?"

He reluctantly pulled his hands away to meet his roommates' curious eyes and let out a heavy sigh, "losing my mind," he eventually replied, pushing himself from the girl's' door.

At least he didn't have to hide it from one of his friends. Maybe there was an advantage of Joey knowing.

"Monica?" the other man asked, already knowing the answer as he opened the door to apartment 19 and gestured Chandler to go first.

"Practically naked, Monica," Chandler groaned, collapsing in the barcalounger and covering his face with his hands again.

"Yeah? What's that like?" Joey asked excitedly. Not liking the tone of his voice Chandler lowered his hands enough to glare at him. "What?" he protested. "You can't tell me she looked bad."

"That's the problem," Chandler groaned dramatically. "How am I even meant to 'move' on and forget about her when she's modeling frickin' lingerie for me?"

"Lingerie?"

"Yeah...for her wedding night," he squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and anguish that hit him. "I got to see what she's gonna wear for him, even got to rate it."

His stomach churned at the mere thought that the next person to see her in the white piece of material would be her husband. He felt the jealousy, felt the pain as he mind's eye pictured Pete reaching for her, touching her.

"Arrghh!" Chandler burst, hating his tortuous mind. He jumped to his feet, pacing the floor in a desperate need to just move, anything to stop his train of thoughts.

Joey sat on one of the barstools, watching his roommate, concerned.

Eventually, Chandler's pace slowed and he turned to face his friend, a weary look on his face, "do you think there's any chance that this will just 'turn off' when she's married? Like something will just click in my head that she's married, game over and I'll just stop wanting her?"

He looked so hopeful that Joey tried to offer him a small shrug, "sure?"

"Maybe I've only gotta get through a few more days and then it'll all just disappear? I'll be free of this...this hold she has over me?"

"I hope so, buddy." Joey didn't think it would work like that but if this gave his friend some hope, something to cling onto these next few days then he wasn't going to put a dampener on it. Hell, he knew it was gonna be really tough for Chandler as the wedding approached.

"If it doesn't get better, then I don't know what I'm gonna do," he confessed quietly before scrubbing a hand through his hair. "I'm struggling trying to hide it as it is, Joe. It's getting more difficult. I thought I was dealing with it but now with you and Phoebe…"

"Phoebe?" Joey asked quickly, "What does she know?"

"Nothing," Chandler sighed, "nothing for sure and it's gotta stay that way," he shot Joey a stern look.

He held his hands up in defense, "I'm not gonna say anything."

"Thanks," Chandler nodded. "I really can't deal with everyone talking about this, watching me, pitying me-"

"No one is 'pitying' you," Joey tried to argue but Chandler was shaking his head.

"They would," he said gravely. "It's hard enough as it is without everyone getting involved," he let out a non-humorous laugh which made Joey raise a questioning eyebrow.

"What?" he questioned.

"I've got a new respect for what Ross and Rachel went through," Chandler admitted. Suddenly feeling bad for all the times he'd mocked his friend for his crush and teased him. If he'd known this was what he'd been going through he would have cut him some slack, a lot more slack.

"Hey!"

They snapped their heads up as the man in discussion walked in.

"Hi," Joey recovered first, spinning around to face him, "What're you doing here?"

"Thought I'd check on you guys," Ross smiled, "And check that Chandler was still alive."

Chandler threw him a mock glare, "funny," he grouched.

"Seriously, I'm glad you're ok man," Ross nodded, "I haven't seen you drink like that for a long time."

"Well, I'm being punished for it today," Chandler promised.

"Yeah, you don't look so great," Ross observed, making Chandler feel no better.

Wanting to avoid any further dangerous conversations Chandler wiped a hand over his face and yawned, "I'm gonna go lie down."

"Ok," Ross shrugged easily, "I was gonna see Mon any way."

"Be careful," Joey warned, "they are modeling lingerie over there."

Ross pulled a face, shuddering, "gross!"

"Let me go first," Joey offered, jumping up and patting Ross' arm, "I'll check the coast is clear for ya."

Chandler watched as Joey marched out followed by a protesting Ross. With a shake of his head, he entered his bedroom and collapsed back onto his bed. Thoughts of Monica swam around in his mind. He closed his eyes, trying to fight them but they only became more vivid. What the hell was he going to do? How was he going to get through this?