Passport to Love

A Perfect Fit

A ray of light shines through the window straight into Monica's eyes. It starts to burn at first when her eyes flutter open and set on a pile of clothes. Why didn't she fold her clothes? Her mind begins to wonder. Wait a minute. Monica squints and she finds a pair of jeans with holes. She doesn't have jeans with holes in the knees. And she doesn't shop at Abercrombie & Fitch.

Then she remembers. She's in Chandler Bing's room and those are his unfolded clothes.

Too exhausted to wake up now, Monica sighs intently and cuddles closer to her pillow. When she goes to grab the blanket that is when she realizes she is lying on top of the comforter. Why hasn't she been cold? Her mind trails back again. She always gets cold at night. But as she asks these questions it all comes back to her. She hasn't been cold because her knees were tucked with Chandler's. and the heaviness on her chest was his arm. There was no pillow to cuddle closer too. It was Chandler's body.

Oh my God. She's spooning. With Chandler. She is spooning Chandler Bing, and his face is buried in her hair. She can feel his breath on her cheek. 'Oh my God I'm spooning with Chandler!'

Monica starts to untangle herself from him without trying to make too much movement. She barely gets an inch away when she hears him mumble. It's distant and muffled but she definitely hears the words "one more kiss" escape from his lips. Monica starts to panic. Did they kiss last night? No, no no no no no! She forgets about moving slowly and lunches herself out of bed.

She hurries to the bathroom where she finds one of his shirts lying on the floor. She knows that she probably smells right now; having not showered after her jog the night before. Picking it up she smells his colon all over the shirt before deciding to slip it on in place of her tank.

"This is way too big." She whispers to herself as she takes in the extra fabric from the side and tuck it into her shorts. It was better than wearing her "Learning is sexy" T-shirt that she wore the day before. She wasn't popular enough for people to recognize her attire but if they did she didn't want them to see her wearing the same clothes she had on the night before; while walking out of Chandler Bing's room. So this was going to have to do.

Walking back out she grabbed her shoes in her hand when seeing Chandler still fast asleep she, as quiet as can be, headed for the door where it thankfully opened without a squeak.

"Where is your buddy?" The teacher asks as she hands Monica her key

"He's not feeling well." She blurts out "Stomach flu."

"Aww, that's too bad." Mrs. Emerson says sadly

Monica just nods as she boards the bus

Another day, another tour.

As they walk up the street Kathy starts to get impatient "Where are we going?"

"We are headed to the Notting Hill." Mrs. Emerson replies as she counts and recounts heads to make sure everyone got off the bus.

"Like in the movie?"

"What movie?" Mrs. Emerson asks and Janice's mouth drops open. She just shakes her head and continues "We will be exploring the street markets, home to the most exciting and interesting antiques in the world!"

"Antiques?" Kathy moans

Monica smiles. She couldn't help but think about all the used book shops that she will be passing. But she is going to have to settle for browsing since all her money is in her purse which is locked up in her room.

"Monica darling, since Chandler wasn't able to make it with us this morning, you will just have to pair up with Mr. Tribbiani and Ms. Sharp."

Monica looked over at them on the other side of the group flirting with one another.