I've recently gotten into Friends. I didn't watch it while it was on the air, but now I can't get enough of it.

But anyway, I love, love, love Chandler and Monica. They are the cutest!

I didn't, however, like how the show would have them argue and then had them make up in the same episode. I wanted them together and happy, but I wanted more drama. The show was a comedy show, and I get that, but I like drama, I can't help it. So, I decided to write some!

This is set around the end of season 5, right before they go to Las Vegas.

Monica walked into her apartment, hung her jacket and purse on the pegs behind the door and flopped down on the couch. She looked down at her watch to learn that Chandler would be home soon. She rubbed her hand over her face and held her fingers on her lips.

The sound of the door opening made her jump, but she stood to meet Phoebe in the kitchen, "Hey." She said, walking straight to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water, "Oh my god, I had this customer today that used the craziest pick up line I've ever heard. He said 'my love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in.' She laughed and took a sip of water, and set it down on the table.

Monica chuckled a little and sat down next to her, "Well, what did you say?"

Phoebe furrowed her eyebrows together at her friend's weird tone, "I said, gross! But then I gave him my number anyway. I figured if it took him that long to come up with that line then I should probably go out with him." She laughed again, but when Monica didn't, she put the lid back on her water bottle and turned to face her completely, "What's wrong, Monica?"

Monica looked up at her and shook her head, "Nothing. What makes you think something is wrong?"

"Because I'm your friend and I know you, and I'm a little bit psychic. So I know something is bothering you. What is it?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, "The fact that you gave that guy your number is really bugging me."

Phoebe turned her head and crossed her arms, "Monica."

She sighed and sat up straight, placing her palms down on her pants and rubbing them back and forth, "Okay. Last night, Chandler and I were watching a movie and in the movie the guy didn't want to get married but the woman he fell in love with was a wedding planner. And in the movie, the guy was trying to convince himself that he would get married just because she wanted it so much and she was trying to convince herself that she didn't need marriage because he didn't want it. So I told Chandler that it was us because he was never going to ask me, and I want it so bad…and he flipped out."

Phoebe nodded, "Monica you know he loves you, right? He has said he was going to marry you one day."

Monica sighed, "I know, I was kidding! But he flipped out and said that I was pushing him into it, and I wasn't trying to. He blew it way out of proportion. So we went to bed, and he went to work and I talked to him at lunch and he's still upset. He said he wanted to 'talk' when he got home."

Phoebe took another sip of her water and shook her head, "He's gonna be fine, Mon. He probably wants to talk about it, but things will be fine."

Monica put her elbows on the table to hold up her head, "Well, that's not all, Pheebs." She sighed, "I went to the bank today and I…ran into Richard."

Her friend's mouth fell open, "Oh my god." The two remained silent for a long time, until Phoebe cleared her throat.

Monica moved her hands from holding up her head to tangled up on the table. Her leg bounced nervously under the table. "We talked for a little while, and he wanted to go and have lunch so I did and we talked about stuff and…"

"You slept with him?!" Phoebe yelled, her mouth hanging open.

Monica waved and tried to quiet her down, "No, Phoebe, I didn't sleep with him." She sighed and slammed her eyes shut, "But he was being so sweet and kind, and when we started to leave, I thought he was leaning down to hug me, but when he did, he just…kissed me."

Her friend sighed with relief, "Oh, I'm so glad you didn't sleep with him."

She shook her head, "No, I wouldn't." She sat up and grabbed Phoebe's arm, "But it was good, you know?"

Phoebe put her hands over her ears, "Oh, Monica. I don't want to hear this. I love Chandler. And you leaving him is going to break his heart."

Monica's expression changed immediately, "No, no, no. That's not what I meant. I'm not going to leave Chandler. I meant that the kiss was good because it was like…kissing a friend. It meant nothing. I didn't have one speck of romantic feelings for him." She sighed, a smile on her face, "I know, now, that I am 100 percent completely and absolutely over Richard. And I didn't think I would ever be to that point."

Phoebe relaxed a little and sat back in her chair, "So, what are you going to tell Chandler?"

She shook her head, "I'm not sure. Our anniversary is coming up and I don't want to ruin it with a stupid fight."

"Ooh, I know! Why don't we go to Vegas and see Joey? It will be fun! And I'm going with you."

"Pheebs…I was hoping to get some alone time with Chandler."

"That's fine! You and him can spend all the time you want with each other. I'll be playing the slots anyway. And spending time with Joey." She pointed at her friend, "But you deserted me when you went to London and you're not going to desert me again. I am going."

Both women walked out of the apartment, only to run into Chandler in the hallway. "Oh, hi honey."

Chandler stuck his left hand in his pocket, "Hey, are you leaving? I wanted to talk to you."

Monica nodded and watched as he loosened his tie, "Yes, but I'll be back soon, okay?"

He nodded and pointed towards his door with his thumb, "I guess I'll check on the chick and the duck." She smiled at him as she passed him, and then blew out a sigh of relief at Phoebe.

A couple of hours passed and Monica stood in the hallway, knocking on the door across the hall from her own. She was biting her bottom lip, her mind swimming with what she needed to say to him. He finally opened the door, a beer in his left hand with the television on behind him, "Hey."

She smiled at him a little, crossing her arms as she entered their apartment, "Hey."

He put the beer down on the counter and grabbed the remove, muting the TV. "So um, I'm glad you stopped by. I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday." Chandler said, walking over to where she was standing. "I'm sorry I kind of…"

"Went ballistic?"

Chandler chuckled a little and stuck his hands in his pockets, "Well…yeah."

Monica sighed, "And I'm sorry for freaking you out." She stepped closer to him and put her hands on his arms, "I want you to know that I am not rushing you into anything."

He stepped back from her, letting her hands fall back down by her side, "I know, but I think I freak out when you make comments like that because I worry that you're going to meet somebody that wants to get married now. And you'll marry him."

Monica shook her head, "Oh honey…I'm not going to leave you." She sighed, "I know you're not ready. And that's okay."

He pulled up a corner of his mouth, "Really?" He took a step over to her, placing his hands on her waist, pulling her to him, "Well, I'm glad to hear that."

She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, closing the distance between them completely. He leaned down and kissed her, moving his hand up to the back of her head to hold her there a little longer. When they broke, she moved over to her purse, "So I got you an anniversary present."

He took the envelope from her and opened it, "A trip to Vegas?"

She let the smile grow on her face, "Yeah. I thought we could go and surprise Joey. Get to spend a little time alone. Me, you, and Phoebe…who invited Ross and Rachel."

Chandler chuckled, "I love the alone time idea, you know, me and you and four of our friends."

She clapped her hands together, "So we can go?"

He nodded, wrapping his arms around her again, "Yes, we can go." He kissed her again, "Thank you."

"Now I need to tell you something."

He pressed his lips together, "That doesn't sound good."

She sat down on the stool behind the counter and twisted her hands together, "Today after you and I talked at lunch, and I found out you were still upset with me, I had some errands to run and one of them was to the bank and I ran into Richard."

Chandler crossed his arms and nodded, "Oh, really?"

Monica nodded, "Yes, and he wanted to have lunch."

"Okay, so you had lunch with him?"

She nodded slowly, "Yes."

"And he told you that he would marry you, and have children with you?"

She swallowed, "He didn't say he would have children with me."

"But he will marry you?"

Monica cleared her throat with nervousness, "Yes." Chandler threw up his hands in frustration.

"So now I have to worry about Mr. Spectacular coming in to sweep you off your feet and take you away from me?"

Monica shook her head and stepped over to him to grab his hands, "No, Chandler, he can't. I don't want to be with him."

He stepped back from her again, "Yeah, well, you loved him."

"Right. I loved him. Past tense. I love you. Now. Today. Right this second."

Chandler stuck his left hand in his pocket and rubbed his face with his right, "So, is there anything else?"

Monica bit her bottom lip, but before she could say anything, the door to Chandler's apartment swung open to reveal her brother, "Hey guys." He opened the refrigerator to find nothing he wanted in it, so he closed it again. "Phoebe said we're going to Vegas, but I've got a class I can't miss Friday. So I'm not gonna be able to go until Saturday."

They both nodded, but Chandler's voice was heard, "Okay."

Ross lifted an eyebrow, looking between the two of them, "Everything okay?"

Chandler nodded, looking over at Monica, "Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine."

Ross walked over to Chandler, "Can I talk to you a sec?" Ross looked over at his sister, "Alone?"

Monica walked over to her boyfriend and planted a kiss on his lips, "I'm gonna go pack. I'll see you later?" She closed the door behind her, leaning her head back on it.

Chandler stared at the door Monica just walked out of for a few seconds before turning to Ross, "What's up?"

When Ross went into a long spill about Rachel again, Chandler tried to listen, but all he could think about was the woman across the hall. She had to have lunch with Richard of all people.

He had no idea why it bothered him so much.

Well, yes, he did.

He let out an audible sigh that didn't go unheard by Ross, "So that's why I think I need to tell her, you know?"

Chandler nodded, "Yeah, sure. Sure."

Ross held his hands open, "Did you hear a word I just said?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his hair and sat down in the recliner behind him, "I can't handle any more right now."

"What's wrong?" Ross asked him, sitting down on the stool.

Chandler looked over at him. "Monica and I had a fight yesterday. And today she goes and has lunch with Richard."

"She what?" Ross asked.

"Yeah, she ran into him at the bank and he wanted to go and have lunch so she did."

Ross looked down at the floor, "What happened?"

He rubbed his hands together, "Well, he told her he'd marry her."

Ross sighed, "Well, that's nothing new, right? He wanted to marry her when they were together."

Chandler gave him a WTF look, "I know that, Ross."

"My point is, that when she was with him, she wouldn't marry him because he didn't want children. That's a deal breaker for her." He leaned up and put his hand his friend's shoulder, "I don't think you have anything to worry about."

Chandler nodded, "Yeah, yeah. Maybe you're right."

Ross pointed to Chandler's room, "So why don't you go in there and pack, and go on this trip and have a good time?"

He stood up and stuck his hands in his pockets, looking over at his friend, "Thanks."

Ross nodded and stood up as well, "You're welcome. And next time, maybe you can help me with my problem."

They both chuckled as Ross headed out the door, Chandler into his room.

The next morning, Chandler headed across the hall, his bag over his shoulder. "Hey." He said to Phoebe, who was sitting on the couch, her travel bag next to her.

"Oh hey!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together, "Are you ready to go?"

Chandler nodded and adjusted his bag higher on his shoulder, "Yeah, I'm ready. Where's Mon?"

Monica came out of her bedroom, her bags in hand, "Hey!" She said excitedly, running up to him for a kiss, "I stopped by last night but you weren't home."

He shook his head, "Yeah, uh, I went over to Ross's for a while. He wanted to watch the game."

Monica smiled, "Oh, okay. Well, let our vacation begin!"

The door opened and Ross walked in, "Oh hey, glad I caught you. Wanted to say bye."

Rachel walked into the room, hugging Phoebe and moving over to the kitchen to Chandler and Monica, "I'll miss you tonight, Roomie!" She told her.

"Yeah, right. We know you'll be naked." Phoebe said, laughing.

"Naked?" Rachel said, laughing with her, "I'm not going to be naked."

"You'll be alone, Rachel. We know what you'll be doing."

"We'll see you guys Saturday, right?" Monica cut in, laughing at Rachel's confused look.

Ross and Rachel both nodded, "Yeah, our flight lands at 9:00 Saturday morning." Ross said. Chandler reached down and picked up his and Monica's bag, and reached for Phoebe's in her hand.

"Alright, I'm heading downstairs. I'll get us a cab."

"Thanks honey." Monica said, smiling at him as he left the apartment. She turned to Ross, "So, did they win?"

Ross looked from side to side over the bottle of water he was drinking, "Did who win?"

"The game you and Chandler watched last night."

He looked around again, "Oh, yeah. The uh...Knicks game. Yes, they won." Monica crossed her arms and stared at her older brother. He knew that look, so he shoved a thumb towards the door, "I'm going to go see if Chandler needs any help tracking down a cab."

Ross met his friend out on the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets, and the three bags over his right shoulder. "No luck on the cab, huh?"

Chandler looked over at him and shook his head, "No, I've only seen two and they were both occupied."

Ross put his hand on Chandler's shoulder, "You okay?"

Chandler turned to face him, "Yeah. I just…can't get what happened out of my mind."

Ross sighed, "Come on, Chandler. Don't let this small, non-important issue mess up what you two have."

He ran a hand through his hair and watched as Ross waved down a cab and one stopped in front of them, "Yeah, you're right." The two men loaded the back of the cab and then stood, waiting for Phoebe and Monica to come down. "I think I'm just going to let it go."

"Good, that's probably what is best." The rest of the gang now stood in front of them, "Alright, Rachel and I will see you in a couple of days." Ross gave chandler a bro hug and then moved to kiss Monica and Phoebe on the cheek, and moved out the way to allow Rachel to do the same.

The trio sat down in the cab and headed to the airport. Monica poked Chandler with her elbow, "Hey."

He looked down at her and smiled, "Hey."

"Why did you tell me you were at Ross's last night?"

Chandler looked away from her for just a second and then back down at her, "I was. We watched the Yankee game." Monica crossed her arms and continued to stare at her boyfriend, so he sighed and turned in his seat to face her some more, "Okay, I wasn't. I was still upset about the lunch and I just wanted to be alone."

Monica pressed her lips together, "Are you still upset now?"

He smiled at her and leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, sweet kiss, "No."

She smiled and grabbed his hand, squeezing it, "So, we're okay, really?"

He nodded, "We're great."

She leaned up to kiss him again, and Phoebe groaned, "I'm glad everything's okay but you two are really sickening." The three of them chuckled.

"Come on, turn that seat belt sign off, I really have to pee!"

Monica looked up at her friend, "Pheebs, why didn't you go before we took off?"

Chandler leaned forward to look at her as well, "I did, but the takeoff is the worst part! It always makes me nervous."

They both chuckled when the plane dinged and the seatbelt sign turned off, prompting Phoebe to jump up and practically run down the aisle to the bathroom in the back of the plane.

Monica closed her magazine and turned in her seat towards her boyfriend, pulling on his jacket to pull him closer to her, planting a kiss on his lips. He turned and moved closer to her, holding her there for a while.

When they finally broke, Chandler brushed the hair away from her face and cupped her cheek, "What was that for?" He asked.

She smiled, kissing his lips again, "Nothing. I just…hate it when we fight."

He returned her smile, nodding a little, "Me too." She leaned over more and pulled him into a hug, holding him there. He kissed her neck and spoke into it, "I'm sorry I lied to you about last night."

She shook her head and squeezed him even closer to her body, "No. There's no reason to be sorry. I was the one that screwed up." Phoebe sighed with relief as she returned to her seat next to Monica.

"Oh, I am so glad you told him about the kiss! I hate keeping secrets."

Monica's eyes grew to about twice their size as she felt Chandler back up from her, "What?" He said, looking at Phoebe and then at Monica.

Phoebe's face changed from happy to concerned immediately, "Oh shit." She mumbled, looking over at Monica, who's eyes were shut so she wouldn't have to look at either of them.

Monica let out a sigh and finally opened them to find Chandler staring right back at her, "What is she talking about, Monica?"

"Okay." She took a deep breath and reached for his hand, "Okay. While we were at lunch…"

"You kissed him?" Monica tried to swallow the lump in her throat without success. But she didn't have to answer, he knew by the look on her face. "Oh god." He covered his mouth with his hand, "You did. You kissed him?" Monica didn't do anything but blink, but again, his question was answered. "Oh my god."

"Chandler, I'm sorry. But you have to know it…"

"With tongue?"

She sighed, "That's not important! If you would just…"

"So basically, you made out with Richard."

"Will you please…"

He held up a hand to stop her from going any further. "You know, I really don't care. I don't want to hear anything you have to say right now." Standing from his seat, he walked past her and Phoebe's vacated seat.

Monica leaned forward and rubbed her face with her hands. How was she going to fix this?