What If Chandler Bing Didn't Exist...? [F.R.I.E.N.D.S]

Chapter Twenty Seven: Am I Really Going Home?

This is the last chapter so I hope you really enjoy it!

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"Monica! Monica!" I rushed up the stairs and knocked as hard as I could so that she could hear me.

I heard footsteps and they were rushing towards me. At first I thought that they were Monica's but I came to realise that it was Rachel. Again.

"What? Rachel? Where's Monica? I need to speak to her, it's important."

"Oh. Chandler." She didn't seem very happy to see me. "She's in her room. Crying. Because of you." She gave me a strong glare that I chose not to look at.

"Oh, and Rachel, by the way, just if anything happens - good - give us some privacy, okay?" I smiled and winked at her. I knew that I could apologise to Monica. I know so much about her and... there are too many words to describe her.

"Okay...?" I started walking towards her room and Rachel was creeping up behind me. "You do know what I said didn't you?" I nodded.

I looked at her and waved her to go away somewhere, but don't worry, it was polite.

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I knocked on the door of Monica's room and I opened the door slowly, revealing Monica sitting on her bedside crouching forward with a pile of tissues. Okay, she must really be upset... To not put the tissues in the bin straight away is beyond the normal Monica. She saw me at once and for a second I thought it was a shocked face, but it changed to an angry, red-faced Monica.

"Go away!" She yelled. You could obviously tell that she had been crying all day. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she had a blocked nose. It made her sound like she has been sick for over a week. I came to sit beside her on the bed, and she looked at me, probably wondering what I was doing.

"Mon," I whispered softly to her, "I'm sorry that I said I wanted to end it. I don't want to. I never do. You and me, we belong together." One of my hands crept up towards her cheek and started to softly graze it with the back of my fingers.

She looked up at me, and even though her eyes were red and looked very sore, I could still see the dazzle in her eyes. It was amazing how big the connection was even though this wasn't the Monica I fell in love with.

"You really think so?" She whispered back, unsure of whether or not I was just making this up. But believe it or not, I wasn't.

"Yes, of course I do." I kissed the top of her forehead and I could finally see the smile that I have been longing for. Her smile, it lights up the whole room, I just couldn't help but smile along with her. 

Her arms reached towards me around my neck and I gave her a hug, kissing her on the cheek. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have said those things to you... I just saw you with this other girl and I felt so jeal-"

"Hey, hey, it's alright," I said calming her down. I didn't want to make her say it. "Trust me, Janice does not mean a thing to me. She's... ugh!" I gave a shudder just thinking of her. "Here, I'll help you clean up." 

We gathered all of her tissues and put them in trashcan, still smiling towards, letting her know that we were all good. We arrived back in her room, and surprisingly, we didn't bump into Rachel. She must've gone over to Ross'. 

Monica looked at me so seductively I couldn't help it. "There's no one in the room..." She whispered towards me.

"Oh yeah, you're right... there is no one in the room..." I said looking around, already wanting what was going to happen right now.

"Do you want to..."

"Right after we had a fight?"

"Yeah, probably not the best ide-"