A/N: Hello guys! I'm back! :D First of all, I would like to thank you all for your wonderful reviews! They mean a lot to me and it keeps me going, knowing that you love it :) I had a little extra time, so I decided to write the next one. And since it took me almost a month to update, it's a little longer for your pleasure. So here it is :) Hope you enjoy it!

The One With The Secret Admirer Chapter 7

When Chandler finally left that day, she went back to sleep. In the middle of the night she got hungry and contemplated on taking a bite of Chandler's cookies. She hesitated, because she thought; "Who knows what Chandler put in those?" But then, she shrugged off the thought. Maybe Chandler really means well and just wants to show he's sorry through this little act. She took one bite and smiled. "Well what do you know, annoying Chandler Bing bakes good cookies." As she was enjoying the cookies, she remembered her love for cooking. She really wanted to go to a culinary school, but her dad insisted that she major on business. She always pictured herself in a chef's hat when she was a little kid. Maybe, she could follow her dream someday.

Monica has now returned to the University after being gone for three days. She felt relieved to be back, she hated having to miss so much of her lectures and being piled up with all the workload. Rachel and Phoebe weren't any help of course. Despite the fact that Monica had been sick, they still relied on her to do all of the job.

"Ms. Green, could you explain the methodology of your paper?"

"Uhh, you see Ma'am, we took these information from books...and-"

Rachel was making signals at Monica but she did not respond. Monica kept a poker face which made Rachel furious.

After the class, Rachel made sure that Monica knows how she feels about what just happened.

"Monica?! Just what the hell was that? Why didn't you help me?!" Rachel said at the top of her voice.

"Come on Rachel, it's not my fault that your clueless about the whole report. You're too busy doing other 'home works'." she answered back with a straight face then rolled her eyes.

"Why you bit-!" Rachel was about to slap her when she stopped her with a firm grip on the former's wrist.

"Don't you even dare." Monica walked away, leaving Rachel with a shocked expression in her face. She never saw Monica like this before. They always saw Monica as a weak person, as someone who can't take a stand for herself. "That week off sure brought the beast out of her." Rachel thought.

As this was happening, Chandler was watching from afar and saw how pissed Monica was and how Rachel tried to hurt her. He promised himself that he would teach Rachel a lesson. "And there you go." He slipped the joke of the day through Monica's locker and proceeded to work on his plan.

A little later..

"Better give those two mean girls a taste of their own medicine." How Chandler managed to do something like this in a university, we could never know.

Chandler went up the stairs of the building, carrying a pail of water. He set his vantage point at the top of the third floor stairs, making sure that he had a view of the girls when they come out of the room. When he heard the familiar voices of high-pitched chattering, he held up the pail and brought it sideways. In a count-of-three he threw all of the water down. After which, he ran down the stairs eager to see the results of his master plan; which was all out of his love for Monica.

He stopped dead on his tracks when he saw who the victim was. "Oh. My. God." Chandler's eyes grew wide and he lost grip of the pail. Two women were laughing hysterically at the background while the soaked woman in front of him was giving him a death glare.

"Monica, I'm sorry it wasn't supposed to be you, I swear. Oh God Monica, I'm so sorry!" Chandler apologized repeatedly. Monica was picking up her ruined files while refusing to let him help her. "I can't believe I thought you would change!" Monica ran away with Chandler following her. "Please, Monica I'm so sorry. It was an accident. It was definitely not for you. It was for those two mean girls, Rachel and Phoebe. I wouldn't have thrown it if I knew it was you. Please Monica, give me another chance. I am terribly sorry!" he said, almost wanting to kneel in front of her to beg for forgiveness. "I have no time for any of your excuses! What I do care about, is the fact that you've ruined my day yet again! I am so done with you! You are not allowed to be less than 200 feet from me!" Monica was already fuming and Chandler just nodded slightly at her with a pressured look on his face. "O-okay." He managed to answer back. "Do not go near me!" within seconds, Monica was already out of his sight.

The next day

Monica was checking her locker when she heard all the murmurs of the people In the hallway. When she looked around, she saw that people were pointing at a guy who was busy fondling around the other lockers. When she checked who it was she saw it was Chandler. He had a measuring tape in hand and a pencil above his ear. He was going towards the opposite direction. "What the hell is he doing now?" she thought. Chandler was now at the far end of the hallway. Being satisfied with his work, he stopped what he was doing and got something out from his bag. He was now holding a megaphone and binoculars.

Chandler looked for Monica through his binoculars. When he confirmed that she was still there, he grinned from ear to ear. He then hanged the binoculars on his neck and adjusted his megaphone. "Uhh, hello, mic test. Mic test. 1. 2. 3. Okay, all good." Chandler said while clearing his throat. Monica took one annoyed look at Chandler then turned her back. "Umm, excuse me Ms. Monica E. Geller, may I have the pleasure of getting your attention?" his voice blasting through the speakers. "What do you think are you doing?! Don't just blurt out my whole name in public!" she shouted at him. "Well, it's pretty obvious that I'm trying to get your attention-" he stopped when he saw that Monica was just getting angrier. "Okay, sorry about that. Well you told me that I shouldn't be within less than 200 feet from you so here I am, exactly 200 feet away from you. You can check and measure it yourself! See, I told you I'm willing to do as you wish! And thank God for megaphones! Okay, what I really want to say is I am deeply, wholeheartedly, I-swear-to-God I am nothing but truly sorry for what I did yesterday! Please Monica, forgive me! I am so sorry. I'll never do anything to upset you again. What must I do? Do you want me to sing for you? To dance? Anything! I really want to be your friend, or prince charming - if you let me. If you don't forgive me I'll never forgive myself too. It is as if I broke my own heart."

Chandler had his eyes focused on Monica, the look on his face giving away all that he was feeling; he was nervous and hopeful at the same time. This was his greatest fear; losing her before he can even have her. And it kills him inside. God knows how each day he's just falling more deeply in love with her.

Monica did not say anything and just kept looking at Chandler. Suddenly, she didn't know what she truly feels anymore. Just a minute ago, all she could think about was how she despises this man. But now, she was lost in the moment; struck by his words and how he said it. She now thought of everything that has happened between them; the night at the library, that hug at the park and the day he sneaked into his house. She tried to see past the craziness in these moments and see Chandler in another light. She realized that all this time, Chandler was just really doing his best to get closer to her, and she was just the one holding back. When things get serious, Chandler knew how to tone it down and just be a regular person. She remembered the true concern on his face when he found out about her bruises or when he found out she was sick. His eyes were a shade of blue, and she must admit that they were beautiful. Those eyes spoke the truth in those little moments. She was taken aback by those hugs they shared. Now that she looks back at them, she realized that his warm presence felt like home. She felt safe resting her head on his chest, with his arms wrapped around her. Chandler Bing is not just that sarcastic goofball that she knows, he's a sensitive, lovable guy. Maybe he's worth taking a chance.

"Monica! Monica! Yoohoo! I'd go and snap you out back to listening to me, but we got that 200 feet rule so... You've been staring at me for five minutes already! Monica?"

Chandler said as he noticed that Monica has her eyes on him, somewhat deep in thought.

"Huh?" she said as she got back to reality.

"Again, Monica I am so sorry! Please, forgive me!" Even from afar, Monica could see that he was doing his 'poor puppy' look again.

Other people were joining in the moment, screaming out their reactions.

"Yeah Monica, forgive him already! Come on, he's so sweet!" one girl said.

"Just get it over with! So this man would shut up!" one guy added, while others just shouted their "oooh's and ahhh's".

"If it helps, I posted a voting system on the public bulletin board today asking people to vote if you should forgive me-" he paused while opening the poster labeled: "Should Monica forgive me? Yes or No? (But really, vote for YES, okay?)". "And, as you can see the results are overwhelming. It's a landslide victory for YES! Can't you see there's a public clamor for us? Come on, you don't want to disappoint them right?!" Chandler showed the poster to Monica proudly.

"Okay, fine! But only because you look stupid! And I don't want any more attention on us. Now turn that thing off." she said to him in a serious tone but ended with a smirk.

Chandler couldn't help but jump for joy. He did the dance and was hugging random people near him.

"Does this mean that the 200 feet rule is now void?" He asked her with a smile.

"Yes." she simply said.

"Okay, okay, okay! Now, I wanna give you this." He handed her a single white rose.

She can't help but blush a little. "Thanks, I guess. It's pretty."

"Oh no, thank you! Thank you for forgiving me. I promise you won't regret it. And you only deserve the most beautiful roses in the whole wide world." Now Chandler was just being extremely sweet.

She just smiled back at him.

"Umm, now that we're friends; would you like to have lunch with me? Please? It will be my treat!"

He asked excitedly.

"Sure, in one condition. Oh wait, two. First, you better promise me that there will be no more practical jokes ever."

"Yes, ma'am! And the other one?"

"Don't do the dance."

"Seriously, you don't like it? Aww man. Fine." Chandler gave her a pout.

"I can't believe you let yourself be embarrassed out there. You were dancing like a frog!" She said with a laugh. Chandler smiled then gave her a fake sad face.

"That hurt. Okay so when you said..." They kept talking while they walked to the cafeteria.

At the cafeteria

"So, you've already met Ross. Of course, not in the best time, and I already told you a little about him. So what about you? Any siblings?" Monica asked while taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Let's see. I have an older brother, his name's Charles Jr. but we call him Charlie. He's six years older than me. And I have a sister, Hannah, who's a high school junior." he answered.

"Are you close to them? I've always wondered how it's like to have an older brother or a sister."

"Pretty much. They're basically the people whom I trust the most you know, and care the most about. Remember, you're one of the special people I care about too." He stopped for a moment and gave her a sweet smile. His eyes lit up when she responded with her own. "Now, Charlie's the best. He always gives me advice and supports me in everything I do. Hannah is my little baby sister and she's just the sweetest. I'm a little overprotective of her but just because I love her and I only want the best for her." He said. Monica just found Chandler more adorable with the way he gushes about his family. They talked about their siblings but they never got to talking about their parents. It is as if they both knew that it was the topic that they are uncomfortable with.

"Okay, I've been meaning to ask you this. What is with those post-it notes that you always read when you're at your locker?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Should I really tell you?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, I'm dying to know for so long now!" He said impatiently.

"Okay. They're from a secret admirer and they contain knock-knock and pun jokes."

"Pssh, secret admirer huh? He sends you jokes and he's a secret admirer? How are you even sure that it's a he?" he scoffed.

"Why, is it hard to believe that I have a secret admirer? I'm pretty sure it's a he. And he sends me sweet messages too." Monica was now daydreaming.

"It's not hard to believe, I mean you're very pretty, and smart; I mean who wouldn't want you?" Chandler said and realized that he might have said too much. "What I'm saying is that you're a wonderful person and I'm lucky I get to spend lunch with you." He added.

"I didn't know you could be such a sweet talker. Or maybe you're fooling me again, huh?" she challenged him. "No, I only speak the truth when it comes to pretty women like you are. Okay, now back to that "secret admirer".." He made air quotation gestures and continued. "Why do you seem to like his jokes? I bet they weren't even funny!" Chandler teased her.

"Of course they're funny! He's very hilarious! Why don't you say I read some to you and guess the answers?" she said excitedly.

"Okay, if you say so."

"First one: what do you call a male nanny?"

"Uhhm, a manny?"

"Correct."

"My poodle just gave birth to a puppy, what do you call it?"

"A noodle."

"Right."

"What do you call a pig that does karate?"

"A pork chop."

"Yes."

"What did one hat say to another?"

"You stay there. I'll go on a head."

"That's exactly right."

"Okay last one, what do you call a bear with no teeth?"

"A gummy bear."

"Huh, that's weird why do you know all the answers? And you answer so fast!" Monica said while furrowing her eyebrows.

"Uhhh, that's because those jokes are so lame and old! Like come on, Monica, they're so common. I can't believe you still find those funny." Chandler answered with a little hint of nervousness.

"Okay, and hey they're still funny! These jokes cheer me up all the time."

"If you say so. Hey where's your next class?"

"At H509, you?"

"Just a floor below you. Why don't I escort you there?" He offered with a smile.

"Okay."

"Listen, I had so much fun. You don't know how happy I am that you're finally spending time with me; as a friend!" he said giddily.

"I had fun too, so thanks too. See, if you had just been a little more normal before, I would have agreed to have lunch with you sooner." she said to him.

"I know, but we're good now, right?"

"Yes."

"Yay! Okay, before I go, have another box of those awesome cookies I made. It's chocolate chip."

"Thank you, I ate the one's you gave me before and they we're really good. You should bake more." She winked at him.

"I'm so glad you liked them! And they were made all out of love. Next time I'm gonna give you brownies!" He said, full of excitement.

"Not only cookies, huh? I never thought you'd have some talent in the food-making area."

"Oh yes I do, and you are in for a treat."

"That's nice to hear. Well, I better go now."

"Thanks again, Monica! So, lunch again tomorrow?"

"Okay. I'll just meet you there. Same time."

"Can't wait!"

They both hesitated, but as if on cue, they both decided to hug each other. Monica feeling safe in his arms, and Chandler feeling like nothing could ruin his day because the woman he loves is held close to him.

Monica laid on her bed that night feeling happy. She couldn't even remember the last time she felt this way. She couldn't point out what made her happy but she's just aware of this overwhelming feeling. It was her secret admirer who's filling her dreams for so long now, but tonight was different. Thoughts of Chandler kept her company as she dozed off.

Chandler was beyond ecstatic. It is as if somebody put a hanger in his mouth because since they parted ways, he held a foolish grin on his face. He doesn't care, really; all he could think about is her. He'd been hoping for this time to come, when he'll finally have a decent chance with her. And, now that he has it, he won't take it for granted . His dreams are finally coming true.

A/N: There you go, I told you Mondler goodness is upon us! ;) Now, please tell me what you think about it. Thank you so much! :)