Holy shit.

Holy, fucking, shit.

I don't normally start everything with a swear word. Or two. But.

I slept with Monica.

I slept with my best friend.

I slept with my best friend's sister.

I slept with the girl I've actually been crushing on for God knows how long.

Not that it was a bad thing.

Except it was.

I just remember at how she was really pissed off at her mother, the guy who thought she was Ross' mother, and how her life has been lately. To be honest, she doesn't deserve to not not have a boyfriend. Then again, she doesn't need someone who doesn't want to give her a family she needed. A memory, a conversation between us before we made love then comes into my mind.

"The guy was hammered, okay? There's no way, you look like Ross's mother." Ah, I was consoling her after that guy mistook her as her own mother. To be honest, he is really hammered. "Then why would he say it?" She interrogated, taking another sip from the drink inside the glass she's holding. "Because he's crazy. Okay? He came up to me earlier and thanked me for my very moving performance in Titanic." I clarified to her, showing that she wasn't just one of the victims of that dude's drunkness. "Oh, my mother's right. I'm never going to get married." Ah, that old lady never shuts her mouth up, does she? "Ahh, you know what? That is.." I stuttered, trying to find the right words.

"Who wouldn't want you?"

"Ohh, Please?! I'm a single mom, with a thirty year old son!"

"We need to get you to your room, it's getting pretty dark, you need sleep, Mon." "I don't want to sleep, I want to wallow into the pit I have put myself in." I sighed as I carried her to her room. I grabbed the key to her room, opened it, and let her rest on her bed. As I was about to leave the room I hear a small voice say, "Stay with me." I looked over at the drunken-yet-sleepy state of her. "I can't. I need to go to sleep too, you know." I chuckled. "You're funny," She breathed. "Thanks." "You're also sweet, smart, nice, adorable," I let her continue. It wasn't that normal to get a compliment, for me anyways. "And han.." her voice faded out, now I was looking at a sleeping Monica. God, she sure is pretty.

Wait, was she about to say handsome?

No, no, no. She wasn't. Besides, if she was going to, remember atleast she was freaking drunk. God. My ears redden just at the thought of that.

No! I shook my head. That's probably not what she meant. Maybe she meant, maybe she, maybe.

What adjective starts with 'han'? Damn, my mind couldn't process all these information up. But, I stood up. Flicked off the lights in her room, the room darkening to my grief, yet, she shines brightly. After staring for a few more minutes at her, I decided to go back to my room and try to rest. Only, I couldn't.

8:24 post meridiem. Yes, someone has been reading more. It's damn 20:24. And yet, here I am in my suit, lying on my bed, the lights blinding my blue eyes. Maybe, maybe if I freshen myself up I can sleep well. Maybe a loooong shower can help me. I got up from the bed, scavenged from my bag the pajamas I keep from everyone. It's blue with cowboy imprinted designs. I'm quite livin' it up here in London. Sure I am. I went into the bathroom and took a steaming, long shower to give me peace. And, it had been quite effective. Only for a little bit.

Joey walks in the room, going straight to the telephone. "Hey dude." "'Sup." Awkward silence. I'm glad he's not noticing the pajamas I was wearing currently, which the thought just entered my mind. "Hello? Yes, I'm Joey from uh, what room are we in?" He stopped and covered the bottom part of the phone, looking at me. "Uh, 236." "Room 236." He returned back to the person he was talking to on the phone. "Okay, thanks." The conversation of him with the receptionist finally ended. A knock was heard from outside the door, revealing a pretty lady in a red dress. Ah, a bridesmaid. "Hey." "Hi Joey." She hangs her hand around him as he grins. Damn. Felicity? Felicia? Ah, who cares, I'm not her date. Right. Even at Ross' second wedding, Joey has a date. With an English girl, even, for crying out loud. Soon, a knock was yet again heard from outside the door. Joey opened it as it was a bucket of strawberries. "See ya later, Chan." I just nodded as he got out of the room, with a bridesmaid in hand. Man, I wished I was like him. Only the girl was replaced by another bridesmaid.

And yet, I cannot sleep. Wow, I should've brought my sleeping pills with me. I look like an idiot in a kiddish pajamas. Deciding on what to do, I then did some push-ups to get my mind off off many things. Well, I certainly don't know what those things are, but they're just keeping me awake which pisses me off. I only did one push-up as I felt a bit tired. Just as i was about to get under the covers of my own bed, for the third freaking time, someone knocked on the door. Then, saw the other bridesmaid I was talking about.

Monica had her hair tied up to a bun, still in her bridesmaid dress, with a scotch on the rocks with a twist and a little straw she's using to stir it. She smiles to me, "Hey!" I said to her. "Cute PJ's! You're really livin' it up here in London huh?"

"Well I was.. I was exactly expecting company after.. 9:15."

"Is Joey here?"

"Well, last time I saw him he was heading out the door with the bridesmaid and a bucket of strawberries." Why did that made her quite upset.

"So uh, you're not still upset about what that guy told ya are ya?"

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Well, look it's been a really emotional time y'know, and you've had a lot to drink." Hell, you're drinking again tonight. "And you've just got to let that okay? I mean you were the most beautiful in the room tonight!"

"Really?"

"You kidding? You're the most beautiful woman in most rooms.." She jumped and kissed the fuck out of me. Goddamn, if I sink in I'll probably lose my hecking mind. So, I pulled away from her. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What's going on? You and I just made out! You and I are making out?" The kiss was sloppy, but considering it is Monica, it felt too good. Sparks flew and exploded. I just hoped it wasn't just her, too.

"Well, not anymore."

"But we don't do that."

"I know, I just thought it would be fun."

That was the moment my breath was taken away. For seven, goddamn times. She's not shabby herself.

Although, I have fallen deeper into the fucking pit.

What pit?

Of me falling in love with her.

A/N: Haha, I'm not dead. Just caught up in procrastination and school. However, if you guys want to stalk my life per se, go to nxkia or jnneyyy in Instagram. Follow me pls lol haha, if anyone still reads this fic? I plan on posting this on Wattpad, where I can put lyrics on chapters. Any opinions? Please review too. Reminds me to review for quizzes tomorrow. Ahaha, anyways, I should be working on Chapter 5 soon. See y'all soon. aND REVIEW PLEASE.