TOW Ross and Rachel's wedding

The Best Man

A black, grey and white tuxedo, that’s what he was wearing in the wedding. Ross picked it together with Rachel, and it actually seemed to be something he could not only pull off, but that he would have chosen to wear too. “Thank you so much guys, it’s exactly what I would have picked too. You know me so well!” He turned to his best friend and gave him a hug.

“Only the best for the best man. So, now the only other thing that has left undone is you and Monica stop hating on each other, and walk down the freaking aisle together, as the best man and the maid of honor should!” Rachel said to him, still a little bummed about it. Chandler didn’t blame her. She was planning this wedding for months now, only for the much awaited weekend to finally come and have the best man and the bridesmaid fight. Even though he understood, it didn’t meant that he could forgive toe cutter. He would never forgive that bitch. 

“Look, Rachel, I understand how hard this is for you, believe me when I say that I do. But she freaking cut my toe off!”

“She didn’t actually meant to cut your toe off!”

“She didn’t had to meant it, she did it anyways!” He was screaming now, that’s how angry he was, just by thinking of it. “It’s just… I really don’t want to do it!” 

“Chandler, we have been over this, you have to do it! For me!” Ross said, and just by looking at his face, Chandler knew that there wasn’t anything that he could do to change his mind. 

“Okay.” He said. “Fine, but just so you know, I’m doing this for you.” 

“Thank you! So we have to go get ready for the rehearsal dinner and after that we will go parting!”

“Yeah, about that, it’s so weird that you two are going to have your bachelor parties together, you know?”

“Well, we thought about it and decided that it would be way nicer if we were together rather than apart, so...” Rachel turned and kissed her soon to be husband, against of finishing that sentence. And with that they left, leaving him alone in his hotel room. 

He got a shower, then shaved and got dressed. He wore a tuxedo here too, but a rather simple one, black and white with a dark tie against the bow tie he was gonna be wearing at the wedding tomorrow. He was putting gel on his hair when he saw on the reflection of the clock in the mirror, that he was late.

He got out of the room quickly and started running in the corridors. He arrived to the elevator, whose doors were closing, and had his hand between the little gap that was still left, so they wouldn't close entirely. They opened and he got in, where to much of his surprise he saw the one person he wished he wouldn’t see. No other than Monica Geller herself. She was beautiful, damn, like really beautiful. She was wearing a short black dress, with high heels, that added to her needed high. Her hair were half up, half dropping on her shoulders. Damn, damn, damn… he thought.

He pressed the button to the floor that he was headed to, finally been able to take his eyes of her. “Hi.” He spoke as the elevator started.

“Hi.” She replied, while looking for something at her purse. 

“Hope you don’t got another knife for me in there.” He joked.

“Ha ha, so funny.” She said, clearly sarcastically. 

“What, you didn’t think it was funny, toe cutter?”

“No, it was so funny, mr Flock of Seagulls haircut.” She now hitted a tender spot, and he was sure that she knew that. 

“Okay.” Chandler said, knowing that if he tried to say anything else they would end up fighting and ruining everyone’s night. She got the message, and probably the same talk he had gotten from Rachel and Ross earlier and didn’t said anything else, till they reached the floor that the rehearsal dinner was taking place at, and got out of the elevator.