After a long flight of storytelling, laughter, and sleep, (at one point Monica fell asleep on Chandlers shoulder)
everyone dropped their bags off at the huge rental house and hit the beach. There was an open luau and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves quite a bit, some more than others (Monica noticed Rachel drooling over some hunky soccer player), until they had to return home when it ended at 6:15; where apparently everyone had 'pre-arranged' dinner plans.
Mr. and Mrs. Geller announced that they were treating the happy couple to a night on the town, so Monica proposed her and Rachel rent a movie, but Rachel was already out the door saying something about a date. So being stuck at home, car-less and moneyless, Monica offered to make Chandler some spaghetti.
When they finished dinner they did the dishes together and laughed about the time Chandler walked in on his parents…doing stuff…. "They're not back yet?" he asked, trying to sound more disappointed than he was. "Well yeah, its only," Monica looked at her watch, "7:20! The sun's about to set! Lets walk down to the beach and watch it! She said, grabbing her camera and his arm.
Monica had been right. The sky was filled with all sorts of vibrant colors. It was picture perfect. They both just sat there in the warm sand for a while, until Monica saw a couple laughing and talking and holding hands down by the water and sighed. Chandler noticed and asked why. "Look at all these people, Chandler, laughing and blushing. Do you ever get the feeling that you've already met 'the one' but you missed your shot because you were, too shy, or too awkward around her, or, in my case, intimidatingly overweight." She sighed and laid her head against his chest. He smelled like blueberries, her favorite fruit. "I don't know.
I know it's all supposed to be a part of Gods big plan, and I don't disagree with that, but sometimes it just doesn't feel that way, you know?" "Monica," Chandler began, choosing his words carefully, "I think, that you're the most beautiful girl on this beach." "Really?" she asked, sitting up to look at him. "Are you kidding? You're the most beautiful woman on most… beach-" she cut him off with a kiss. They both pulled away for a moment. They could've never explained it themselves, but some how it just felt… right. He looked into her eyes, brushed her hair away from her face, and kissed her back.
At some point on their walk home he awkwardly slipped his hand into hers and she blushed. A lot (thankfully it was dark.) When they reached the porch she stuttered "s-so is this… are we… like…?" He put his cool hands on the back of her neck and pressed his lips ever so slightly against hers in response. "Goodnight Mon," he whispered, and turned inside.
She wrote her parents a note telling them Chandler was asleep and that she was turning in and went up stairs to replay that kiss over and over in her head before drifting off. But when she plopped down on bed… "Chandler?" she heard him curse under his breath and the figure next to her rolled over. "Yep," said Chandler, "Definitely the wrong room. Sorry, I'll just be g-" "You can stay if you'd like" she smiled sweetly. " I would love to." He replied, "I really would."