Saving her

Chapter 4

"Oh... Well then" Chandler smirked as he attempted to stand from the bed. Losing his footing, he reached out to Monica and grabbed her arm causing her to spin slightly and fall forward on top of him.
As they both fell into fits of laughter, neither of them realised just how close they had become, until Chandler's hand came to rest on Monica's lower back.
"Uh, Chandler. Whatcha doing there?" She asked through her uncontrollable giggles. "What do you think?" His voice was low and suddenly his laughing fit stopped, almost as if it had never been there before.
Monica then became very aware of him. Aware of his body. Aware of his other hand creeping it's way into her hair, pulling their faces ever closer towards each other.
"Wait!" She suddenly placed her hand on the bed next to his head and pushed herself away from him, back onto her feet. "No, Chandler wait! We can't do this. I can't. I'm so sorry" she said running into their tiny old bathroom and locking the door behind her. "Wait Monica!!!" He shouted as he sprung to his feet and over to the door. He slammed his fist against the door and began calling her name.
Suddenly the door opened and what he was faced with broke his heart. Standing in front of him was Monica, tears and makeup streaming down her face, her body trembling, pleading for comfort yet looking almost unapproachable.
"Oh sweetie" he sighed as she fell into his arms. Chandler held her for at least 5 minutes before he spoke up to break the silence "wanna go over to the park. They have hotdogs AND they're on a stick". "You always know how to make me laugh" she smiled up at him "and yes, I would like to go to the park".

At the park:
"Shut up! I did not!" Monica laughed, pushing Chandler into a tree. "Ouch" he said holding his arm. Monica laughed before approaching him offering him a hug "I'm sorry Chandler", but she was stopped short when she was lightly poked by the blunt object that once held his 'dinner'. "Ouch" she mocked, causing both of them to burst into fits of laughter for the second time that day.

45 minutes later, both Monica and Chandler found themselves sitting on a park bench at 9pm. "Mon, can I ask you something?" Chandler asked as she lay her head on his shoulder. "Sure" she moved closer to him. "Why did you stop... us... earlier, when we were about to... kiss?" He asked, almost sickeningly uncomfortably. "I don't know. I mean, I wanted to, it's just that I suddenly felt so nervous I could barely move. I've never really been with a guy, like that, before. That's why I freaked out when I saw that we would be sharing a bed". Chandler felt her shake and placed his arm around her. "You know I would never hurt you Monica. NEVER. I'll always keep you safe" he said before standing. "Come on" he reached out a hand for her. She took it and they both made their way back to their motel... hand in hand.