Chandler flopped onto Monica's bed. It was 11:15. After a three hour search Ross had noticed how tired everyone was and sent them all home. Promising to be home at midnight tops.
Monica lied down next to him and he rolled over to kiss her neck, eventually making his way up to her lips. Sill liplocked, she pulled his t-shirt over his head and he began unbuttoning her blouse. Sure it was late, but it was never too late for what they had planned.
They both woke up to they sound of voices coming through the half-inch-thick wall between Ross' room and Monica's. It was almost 1:10. "Carol! Where were you? I've been looking for hour-" "Do you love me Ross?" came Carols voice through the wall. "Do I- Carol, of course I do," Chandler and Monica, ears now pressed up against the wall, heard him walk over to kiss her but she put her hand on his chest, gently, to stop him. "Do you love Rachel too?" she asked, hurt filling both her eyes and her voice.
"Rachel? Why-why-why would I love Rachel when I have you?" Carol looked at him incredulously. "Okay. I don't love Rachel. Really. I used to. When I was 15. And maybe that's why I harbor certain feelings of bitterness towards her so-called 'boyfriend'." he spat out the word. "Really though, that's all ancient history that even she never knew about. I didn't really even love her. I never knew what love even was; but now I do." Then he kissed her, and they did some other stuff that caused the eavesdroppers to move into Chandler's
room.
"Oh. My. God. Oh my god!" Monica kept muttering to herself as her and Chandler got under the covers to 'cuddle'. "Ross loved Rachel?" Chandler sat up next to her and shook his head. "Not exactly." he said, "Ross loves Rachel."