A/N: Hi again, I'm back! :) Phew, after almost a month, I finally got around updating this. I'm sorry it took some time, because I made a lot of rewrites and I was figuring out where I want to bring the story. I hope you like the finished product though! Thank you again for your wonderful reviews! They make me really happy and inspired :)

I must have said too much already, so here you go.

Chapter 8

Just as promised, they had lunch together again: and the next day after that, and the day after that. Having lunch together has now turned into a routine for them. Although they see each other every day, they always seem to find a way to make each "date" special. Each day they discover new things about each other: the serious details and the silly quirks. Monica would still talk about her secret admirer every once in a while. Hearing about how Monica gush about this special guy made Chandler happy because he was the one being appreciated; but as time passed, he felt a little jealous. It's really weird actually; it was like he was jealous of himself. At first, her secret admirer was all she could talk about, but as soon as she and Chandler got closer and closer she talked less and less of him. She was feeling a little bad about herself because she was sure that she and the secret admirer had a special connection. It almost felt like she was cheating on him with Chandler. "Why? Chandler and I are just friends aren't we? And since when did I love this guy whom I've even no clue how he looks like? They both make me happy. That's what I know. I don't even know if what Chandler and I have will turn into something more. Do I want it to turn into something more?" Monica thought.

AT THE UNIVERSITY PARK

"You know Chandler; I really want to know who my secret admirer is. It's just it has been months already and I'm starting to get tired of just imagining how he looks like. I want a concrete picture of him. I want to meet him." Monica said to Chandler as they were sitting on one of their favorite spots in campus; the little park. She was playing with the yellow rose that he gave her that day. During the last days of each week, Chandler would give her a single yellow rose to show her how much he appreciates their friendship.,"Uhh, so what do you say I make a sketch of him for you? You know, describe to me how you imagine he looks like." Chandler said enthusiastically. He is a very artistic person; one trait he got from his mother, Nora. Thankfully though, those talents were not confined in making erotic novels; he loved painting and drawing, as well as writing humor books. "Really, you could do that? I didn't know you had such skills. I just thought you're just a dorky guy who makes lame practical jokes." Monica said teasingly. She already saw the real him beneath the eager wisecrack that he makes himself to be, and in each day that she discovers something new about him; she realizes that he's one hell-of-a-guy.

"Why do you like picking on me? And yes, I'm a very good artist. So, what do you say we try?" He said first with a self-pitying scowl then ended with a sweet smile.

"Okay." She said while she started thinking of her past dreams about him, which were full of idealisations of her perfect guy.

"Let's see...First, he has an oblong-shaped face."

"Uh-huh." Chandler took a moment to check the shape of his face and smirked. Monica looked over what he was drawing and then continued.

"Okay and he has brown hair which form perfect spikes when they're short but when they're long enough, it's a beautiful mess."

"So what do you want- short hair or long hair?"

"Just draw him with the short one."

"Okay, there you go. Now, let's go into detail, shall we?" What about his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his jaw? Maybe say a little about his shoulders?"

"He's got ocean-blue almond eyes, with a sharp nose. And he has this cute little smile where his whole face crinkles up in the most adorable way."

"Uh-hmm. Got it. Chandler couldn't help but smile. Those descriptions definitely fit him. And he's sure he's one pretty blue-eyed cutie."

"Ok, how about those shoulders we talked about."

"He's pretty muscular, but no so much. I would rather hug a firm pillow than a tree log, that's for sure. I want someone cuddly." she laughed a little. At this point, Chandler was flexing his muscles, trying his hardest to show-off his so-called "biceps". He got disappointed when his efforts were to no help. When she said that she prefers cuddly men though, his face lit up with a huge grin.

"Just a few more touches." He said while making the last shadings on his drawing.

Monica was looking at him intently - her focus beginning on his eyes, down to his nose, then finally to his lips. She thought each of them was beautiful on its own; but looking at them all at once was like looking at one wonderful masterpiece. She was stuck in her daydream when he caught her attention.

"Mon. Hey Mon, it's done." he said.

"Oh okay, let's see what you have here." He watched her take a close look on it with a smug look on his face.

"Wait a minute-" She said while glancing up at him. "-this is you! Chandler!" He tried to dodge her smack to his arm. "What's wrong with that? He looks pretty, see? Oh wait, that's because he looks exactly like me." He said, smirking.

"I knew you weren't serious when you told me that you'll help me." She said.

"Is me being your secret admirer, not believable? Am I not 'man-of-your-dreams' material?" He asked eager to know the answers to his questions.

"I don't know. Yeah, you're a great guy. And I know you're really nice and funny, although some of your jokes are not so funny anymore-" she stopped to look at his reaction to her last remark. "Come on, am I really losing my spark? Maybe I need to update my log book." He cut in. "Anyway, you'll always be my annoying friend Chandler. And besides, you're too bold to be my secret admirer. You like showing off and getting everyone's attention. My secret admirer's more of the quiet romantic type." she tried to explain.

The truth is there's a part of her now that wonders if it could be him. Heck, she also has this weird feeling that she's actually hoping it would be him. But then, if it was Chandler, why would he bother sending her notes when he's already bugging her with his unabashed calls for her attention? "Fine, but I tell you; you haven't seen the best of Chandler Bing yet. You might be surprised at how irresistible I can be. Just wait and see." He said confidently.

"Oh, really? Well then, I'll be looking out for it. I do hope that I've see the worst of Chandler Bing though; because the old Chandler I know is just-wow, let's just say he gave me some pretty bad days." Monica said. The old Chandler really got into her nerves.

"Again, I'm really sorry about everything that made me hurt you in the past. It all got better, right? You now have the real me: trustworthy and lovable Chandler." He said with a smile.

"Yeah, I do. Thank you for being here." She said while pinching his cheeks playfully.

"That was strong, Mon. Are you mad or you're just really enthusiastic about me?" He said while rubbing his cheeks which turned a little red.

"Aww, don't be such a baby. This is how happy I am that you're here." She said while pinching his cheeks once again. He kept the grin on his face while she continued on her gesture. He made her happy, and he was ten times happier. Now, the only thing left to do is admit how much he loves her and hopefully she'll feel the same way too.

BING HOUSEHOLD

"Well this is it." Chandler said to himself as he laid out all the pink notes he got as a reply from Monica on his bedroom floor. He finally decided that it was time. His feelings are stronger than ever, and he couldn't hold it any longer. He was so excited and nervous at the same time. He would tell her how much he adores her and how much he longed to be the one she thinks about at night, like the way he does. He wants to tell her how he would like to make her happy in every way he can like the way she does to him even with a glimpse of the her smile on her lips. His mind is now going through overdrive, thinking of a way of how he can reveal his identity. He wants the moment to be perfect. He smiled when he thought of his little plan.

The next day

AT THE UNIVERSITY

Monica was rummaging through her things while walking towards her locker. She just got back from lunch alone because Chandler said he had something important to do. To her it was weird; they'd never spend a lunch apart on a normal day like this ever since they started sharing their midday meals. "He would have to have some really good reason." She thought. She got happy when she saw the familiar yellow note posted on her locker. "What do you have for me now?" She thought. To her surprise, it was from Chandler.

"Hey Mon,

Go to the bench under the oak tree beside the pond later at 4:00 PM.

I'll be waiting.

- Chandler"

Monica arrived at the designated place right on time. She looked around her. The sun is about to set and the blue sky now had streaks of orange. Looking at it created a feeling of serenity. A fresh breeze of air swept through her and she closed her eyes, lingering the moment.

She finally saw him standing in front of her. He was carrying a big pink stuffed bunny which held what looks like a box of his specialty cookies which he loved to bake for her. On his other hand were a bundle of heart-shaped balloons. He bit a single red rose with a pink ribbon on his mouth while he kept a hearty smile on his face. She was focused at the man before her that she did not easily notice the set-up around him. He placed little vigil candles around the pond and the bench with flower petals scattered on the ground. The whole scene was so romantic.

"Chandler, wha-what is this about?" She said while Chandler handed her his gifts and went on to take her hand. He seated her on the bench. He was wearing a white polo shirt inside a blue jacket. He faced her then took a deep breathe. He unzipped his jacket and spread it open. "Monica, it's me." He said with a smile; tears daring to trickle down his eyes. Attached to the insides of his jacket were the little pink notes where she would write her replies to the secret admirer.

"You're kidding me right? It can't be you. Chandler, why did you steal this guy's notes? Why do you want to pose as my secret admirer? Are you doing this just to fulfill my wish of meeting him?" She could not believe it. Be careful what you wish for, they always say. Here she is, finally meeting him and discovering that the man he's been dreaming of has been with her all-along. So that's the reason why he would always want to draw her attention; why even a small snicker or a rasp whimper from her made him jump up like a crazed idiot. It's the reason why every time she looks deep into his eyes, she could feel that there was something much deeper. She could sense the concern he had for her which was way beyond one of that of a simple friend. Everytime she was enveloped in his embrace; and yes, he could never be more right: she heard the words spoken to her by his heart and it was the most comforting feeling. Sensing his heart beat with her own in the silence of the moment made her feel secure.

"November 12, 1987- that was the day you got your first note from your secret admirer. And I remember what it said:

'Girl, is your back alright?

Why?

'Cause you must have hit the ground when you fell down from heaven, you angel.

- Your Secret Admirer'

"It had a cute little smiley at the bottom with 'Take care because I care.' written in cursive." Chandler brought out a piece of paper and wrote the said note just the way it was written.

"I might be a snarky prankster sometimes but I would never deceive you, Monica. I care for you too much to do that. Heck, I love you. There, I said it. I love you. I've been keeping this for so long and I'm not afraid to say it. I don't know if you feel the same way, and I'm not expecting an answer from you. I just want to let you know. From the first moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to make you happy I wanted to be always there for you. I did this whole thing, because I was afraid I'd scare you away and I wanted to play it safe. Although, I did almost scare you away for good with the rather impish Chandler which you knew. God knows how thankful I am that I didn't lose my chance and that you've forgiven me. And now, we're closer than ever and I keep falling over and over for you. If this were a dream, please pinch me; because I don't want to lose track of reality. I want the real thing, if I'll be hurt because you don't feel the same way then so be it. I don't want to relive this moment in my fantasies where you'll be saying you feel the same way too, yet I'll just be the one playing games with my heart." Chandler said his speech without losing a grip of one of her delicate hand. He took a look of how her hand fit perfectly in his. He held it closer to his face and kissed its back gently.

"Chandler I-" was all she was able to say. She was speechless; Chandler just told her he loved her. She was now trying to look deep inside herself and see how she really feels. She can feel that she loves him too. At first she shrugged off the idea, and just thought that she was becoming overwhelmed by their growing closeness but what she was feeling was becoming more complex; it was beyond infatuation. Surprisingly enough, even during the times when all she could think about was how she hated his guts, at the back of her mind; of her heart, she kept a small spot for him. It was her growing love for him which her made dream about him that night. It wasn't a romantic dream, but she could tell that she was very pleased to be with his presence.

"Do you need me to tell me more about every note I sent you? Tell me, Monica how do you want me to prove it to you?" He asked.

"I believe you." She simply said with beam on her face.

"You do?! Oh my God! Yay!" He hugged her tight. He wanted to ask her if she loved her too but he figured he would give her some time. He is just relieved that he finally got his precious secret out of his chest. They didn't talk much after the hug. She decided that she needed to go home already and he offered to take her home, which she gladly accepted. He caught her hand in his own and their fingers were intertwined while they were walking to his car. Neither one of them wanted to state the reasons behind this intimate act and decided to just enjoy this new feeling. It just felt right. Both of them were filled with joy, despite the uncertainty of the situation. Although, they can already see that no matter what the future has in store for them, they're both sure that the other one will be there.

A/N: And, THE END!

Nah, just kidding. I'm seeing about 4 or 5 more chapters for this story and I hope you'll still be here watching out for what happens next. Of course I want some more Mondler goodness for our pleasure so let's all just wait and see. Please continue leaving out your gorgeous reviews. Thank you very much! :D