A New Thanksgiving

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"What?"

"Rachel! Not so loud he might hear you!"

"I just can't believe this! I mean, really? Chandler?"

"Yea," I whisper while a little smile spreads across my face.

"Hey, what's going on?" Ross asks as he walks in and gives Rachel a kiss on the cheek.

"Monica likes Chandler!" Rachel screams and then realizing her mistake covers her mouth staring wide-eyed at me.

"Rachel!" I exclaim.

My face turns a few shades of red and I glare at her. I knew I shouldn't have told her but I did anyways.

"Is that true, Mon?" Ross asks.

"Yes but don't tell anyone please! I don't want him to know."

"I won't but that's big news! I mean my bestfriend and my little sister," he says sheepishly.

"So I guess the party has moved to the kitchen now?" Chandler jokes as he walks in.

"I assume," I say and send daggers Rachel's way. She catches the daggers but interprets them the wrong way.

"Hey, sweetie, you want to grab a cup of coffee with me?" Rachel asks and winks at me.

"But the turkey is almost done and I'm kinda-- Oh okay!" Ross finally finishes once he realizes what she means. I roll my eyes and turn around to start filling in the rest of the deviled eggs.

"Well, I guess they want to be alone," Chandler snips and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Will you check the turkey please?" I ask and smile at him. He returns the smile and bends down to peer into the oven. Once I get a nice look at his butt I turn around and continue my task.

"Well from what I know about turkeys that one is definitely done," he cracks. I turn around to say something back but am met with his lips on mine. His left hand slides into my hair and his right holds the small of my back.

Shocked at first I quickly dissolve into his hold and return the gesture. I slide two fingers into each of his belt loops on his jean and pull him closer to me. All the passion in that thirty seconds left when I heard the door open.

"I think we should've had a second cup of coffee before coming back up."