A/N: Okay, so I wrote this at the same time as chapter 1 but I was really worried about characters being OOC. I'm really obsessive about that. But please review? They make me feel good!

MONICA'S POV

"And then what happened?" Rachel pushed. She was taking a break from her Ross guided adventures to listen to me, but I found myself wishing she wasn't.

"Well, I… I said yes," I revealed quickly, still needing to hear it myself. Had I really? This was Chandler. Chandler. My friend, Chandler. I wasn't attracted to him in the slightest… Was I?

"Oh my God!" With a sudden burst of energy, she jumped up from her seat, her hands lingering on her mouth. "This is so exciting. Monica and Chandler are going t—" She seemed to realise what she was saying, and she stopped in her tracks. "Wait a minute. Waaaiiit a minute. Monica, it's Chandler. Seriously?"

"Okay, Rach, you know I hate it when your voice goes all high and squeaky like that. And, you know, it technically wasn't actually a yes. Technically, it was a I'll-go-out-with-you-if-you-get-out-of-my-face-and-stop-bothering-me kind of yes. It's not like anything's going to happen."

Rachel looked disappointed. "Oh." She fell back into her chair, and I had just opened my mouth to change the subject when she jumped back up. "But what if it does?!"

She dashed to the opposite side of the counter from me and clung to its surface. It was like we were in high school again, only I was popular one with the date, and she was the nerdy one asking for details, all the while obsessing over some guy. In this case, my brother.

"What if you fall in love, and get married, and have kids, and… Oh, can I be your maid of honour? Pleeeaaase? You've know me longer, you know? Phoebe, she's just a stranger. Phoebe who? Right? Oh! And godmother! I have to be godmother! Don't you dare make Phoebe godmother, she will ruin those kids! She will make them eat nothing but green stuff and teach them to sing about cats that smell!"

"Rachel, shh, shh… It's okay… Nothing's gonna happen. No wedding, no kids. You're a bit ahead of both of us." I pushed my hair behind my ear and fetched a bottle of water from the fridge.

"No, but what are we gonna do? You two are gonna get new, married friends and I'm gonna be stuck here, still dating guys called Carl who stick their shirts into their zippers."

"Well, at least yours have normal names," I said absentmindedly.

"Yeah…" she murmured in the same tone that I was using. "What is it, anyway? Because it's definitely not in the big book of names, and they have all sorts of weird crap in there."

I shrugged, barely even listening. Just then, Phoebe came in and saved me. "Hey! What's going on?"

Rachel took her chance—"Oh! Monica"—and I stopped her.

"Stubbed her toe," I intercut. The last thing I needed was Rachel spreading the news like wildfire. "Yep, I… stubbed my toe… Ow." It was the worst lie I'd ever told, and although she eyed us suspiciously, she didn't push the subject. For that, I was grateful.

CHANDLER'S POV

"So when are you gonna tell Ross?"

Oh, crap. I forgot about him. "Oh, wow. He's really gonna hate me. There's gotta be a rule about this, right?"

"Hey, there is a rule about this. Don't fool around with your friends' sisters." As he recited it, he repeatedly hit his palm with his fist. "I thought you learnt that with my sister." He raised his eyebrows at me, a silent challenge, and I knew he still wasn't quite over that.

"Oh, God… Oh God, oh God, oh God… Okay. So what do I do?" This was the first time I'd ever willingly turned to Joey for advice, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know what he had to say.

He thought it over for a moment. "Oh!" He clicked his fingers and pointed at me in triumph. "Just tell him."

I pushed my tongue against the inside of my cheek. "You just thought of that?!" I exclaimed, but he looked proud of himself. I decided to let him have this one. "Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay, okay, okay…" He nodded along with me. "Okay."

"Chandler!"

"Okay." He rolled his eyes, pushing me along. "I'm just gonna tell him."

"Haha! See? Now where would you be without me, huh?" He was absolutely genuine.

Before I left, I gave him one last look and, chewing my lip, said, "Well, Joe, that's an excellent question."