So errr...Hi! This'll be my first fan fic. Been reading them for a while, but had an idea today and thought I'd pursue it (I took the day off college and have sat watching friends ALL DAY, very productive)This is what happens in Jersey that we don't get to see. It is of course Mondler. May turn out to be a little dramatic but rest assure there'll be a happy ending (I don't like sad ones).

And no I don't own anything, yes the lines are stolen from the show, blah blah blah.

"This one I like!" exclaimed Monica, twirling round the room.

"Nothing, it's over. Damn it, this is regularly scheduled programming!" Chandler waved his arms at the TV, clearly not listening to the woman.

"C-can we turn the TV off? K, do we really wanna spend the entire weekend like this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I getting in the way of all the room-switching fun?"

"Don't blame me for ruining tonight" She glared at him, Chandler contemplating how wise a comeback would be at this stage.

"Ok, who should I blame, the nice bellman who had to drag our luggage to 10 different rooms?" He knew he had now gone too far but it was too late to stop.

"Oh I don't know, how about the idiot who thought he could drive from Albany to Canada on a half a tank of gas?"

"Do not speak ill of the dead" Choked Chandler, feigning shock but meaning for it to be humorous.

"We're supposed to be spending a romantic weekend together, what is the matter with you?"

"I just wanna watch a little television, what is the big deal?" He retorted, "Geez relax, mom" His head shot up in realisation of what had just escaped his mouth without his permission.

"What did you say?" She stared at him in disbelief.

"I said geez relax, Mon-nn?"

He knew she'd heard the first time, so trying to save himself this far in was pointless. He was starting to get scared; they'd never had an argument as a couple before. As a couple. He had actually just heard himself think that. Were they a couple? OH. MY. GOD. Great, now he could hear Janice in his head.

"Not now!" He'd meant to say that in his head. He really had. And that wasn't even directed at Monica. Unfortunately, she didn't see it that way.

"You are unbelievable! 'Not know'? Like you can just put me on hold to go back to watching your stupid car chase program?"

"No no! That's not –"

"How did I ever think we'd be able to have this weekend alone! Maybe this isn't going to work! Maybe this needs to end! Apparently this-" She waved her hand between them, "doesn't mean to you what it does to me!"

Her vision was blurring and her cheeks were burning with anger.

"Fine! If that's what you think... Fine!" He couldn't argue with her any more. His own anger had reached its limit (a rarity). He triumphantly swiped his wallet off the dresser, glared at Monica and slammed out of the room.

"Urghh!" screamed Monica, hurling the remote at the wall in frustration. Their hotel neighbours banged on the wall and yelled at them to keep it down or take their 'lover's spat' outside. Monica collapsed on the bed, suddenly exhausted. She sighed into the bed spread and wondered what the hell had just happened.

TO BE CONTINUED

Sorry that was short. I know I was basically following the lines of the show there, but if you bear with me, it might get better! I've got three ways I could take the next part, so review and let me know if you want me to carry on or not. Thanks for reading my first fanfic!