Boyfriend Material.

 

Here we go with part 3. This one is a little slow to begin with but I think (and hope) it gets better as it continues

 

Disclaimer: Lets see what happens if I say, I do own all the characters from Friends.

 

Day 2

 

Chandler woke up the next day and ran through the events of the previous night in his head. After they had left Ross, still gaping, at Central Perk the gang had rented out some stupid chick flick. Normally Chandler would have objected but last night he hadn't cared. Last night the only thing he had been watching was Monica's pretty face as she rested her head on his lap. He stretched out and tried to remember at least a little of what the film had been about, but couldn't. All he could remember was how mesmerising Monica had looked and how much he wanted to kiss her luscious lips every time she threw him a smile.

As the sleepy fog cleared from his mind Chandler was forced to remind himself that their 'relationship' was temporary. He wasn't going to give his heart to her willingly, not just yet anyway. He got out of bed and was unsurprised to find Ross waiting for him on the other side of his door.

"Hey man," he greeted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey," answered Ross, seemingly preoccupied with trying to peer into Chandler's bedroom. Reading Ross' mind Chandler reassured him,

"Don't worry Ross, she's not here. At least she's not here with me, you might want to check Joey's room to be certain."

Ross glowered at him,

"Look Chandler I'd just like to say I'm not thrilled with this arrangement and if you do anything to hurt her…"

"Calm down Ross, it's only for another two days and it's not like we're sleeping together," thinking about this for a minute Chandler quipped, " Not that I'm not trying" earning another hard stare from Ross. Wincing, he tried to rectify the situation,

"Okay I get it. I promise I'll not hurt Monica or treat her with anything less than my up most respect. Look, if it makes you feel any better I haven't even kissed her."

On hearing this Ross visibly backed down. Chandler sighed with relief and headed towards Monica and Rachel's.

"So what's the deal with this anyway?" asked Ross, still slightly bemused.

" Well I jokingly asked Mon to go out with me and Phoebe and Rachel were having an evil day and asked Monica what she was afraid of,"

"Bad move."

" Yep, just to prove that she wasn't afraid Monica said she'd date me for 3 days. And I mean I wasn't gonna refuse, cause lets face it your sister is hot!"

"DUDE!"

"Sorry," said Chandler sheepishly as he ran away from Ross into the girls apartment. Seeing Monica busy cooking at the stove he crept up behind her, tucking a piece of flyaway hair behind her ear.

"Jesus Chandler, why is it that you have to creep up behind me all the time!" She asked, jokingly swatting him with her spatula. Chandler turned around and was struck by how quiet the apartment was,

"Where is everyone Mon?"

" Well Rachel is in the bathroom, Ross is probably hiding from Rachel and God only knows where Joey and Phoebe are."

"Maybe they're sick of your cooking Mon." said Chandler cheekily

Monica just snorted, "Yeah right!"

Noticing her unexpectedly high spirits Chandler decided to ask a question that had occurred to him the previous day.

"Mon I wanted to ask…"

Just as he was plucking up his courage Rachel emerged from the bathroom, interrupting him,

"Wow a proposal already!"

"Ha ha Rach. I just wanted to ask, " Chandler took a deep breath, "will you come to my office party tonight."

Monica turned around in surprise, she knew he usually didn't like those parties.

"Umm I guess, but why exactly?"

"Well it'll just be so cool  to show everyone that I am capable of having a girlfriend who isn't Janice,"

"Now wait a minute," said Monica as she realised that she would  have to go the party as Chandler's girlfriend. However before she could put up any form of strong resistance Chandler had jumped up and left the apartment. Monica sighed, knowing she had only herself to blame for her situation.

"I can't believe it," she complained to Rachel, " I'm gonna have to spend the evening as Chandler's trophy girlfriend, how degrading!"

Seeing through her complaints Rachel told her firmly, "Shut up Mon, you know you'll enjoy the attention." Tellingly, Monica didn't answer.

 

That evening Chandler paced nervously around his apartment.

'"Who are you trying to kid," he scolded himself out loud, " no one is ever gonna believe that Monica is really your girlfriend. It's all fine and dandy keeping up this charade within the gang but this is just asking for trouble." Hearing himself he made a mental note to never ever use the phrase 'fine and dandy' again.  Looking at the clock he decided to head over to the girl's apartment. As he entered he heard Monica's voice ring out from her bedroom,

" Is that you Chandler? I'll be out in a couple of minutes" she said as she stared despairingly at the pile of clothes on her bed. She had absolutely no idea what to wear. She didn't want Chandler to think she was dressing up for him and get the wrong impression but she also wanted to make an entrance at the party. Finally deciding on an outfit she looked back at the mess on her bed and silently vowed to kill Chandler for preventing her from tiding up. Grabbing her purse she stepped out of her bedroom, full of bustle and ready go.

Chandler's voice caught in his throat when he saw her. Her tight red dress silhouetted her figure whilst her black hair framed her perfectly made up face. Not seeing the look he was giving her Monica marched up to him and grabbed his arm,

"Come on then what are we waiting for?"

" Nothing" Chandler said, regaining his composure, "you look very nice Mon."

"Wow," commented Monica.

"What,"

"I was expecting some sort of sarcastic comment,"

"Well if you'd rather I said you look crap,"

"That's more like it," Monica told him jokingly, marching them both out of the door briskly straight into Ross and Joey.

"Woah Mon you look hot!" commented Joey, non to subtly. Ross looked less impressed,

"Where are you guys headed?"

"We're off to my office party," Chandler told them gleefully.

"Well just make sure you don't drink to much, stay out of trouble and…"

Chandler interrupted Ross mid sentence, " Don't worry Dad I'll have her home by 12.00" with that he whisked a grinning Monica down the stairs and away from the evil looks Ross was shooting him.

"That was really mean Chandler," Monica scolded him.

" Yeah well, he's so God damn overprotective of you,"

" It just show's he cares."

" I care, I care a lot about you and I don't attack every guy you date."  Monica remained quiet, struck by the feeling behind Chandler's words, silently she reached for his hand and squeezed it hard.

"What was that for?" he asked, surprised.

" I'm just excited about the party," she smiled back.

 

Two hours later Monica was markedly less excited about the party. She now totally understood why Chandler had said they 'sucked eggs.' To say she was bored would be an understatement, she would have rather been watching one of Joey's plays.

Chandler, on the other hand, was having one of the best nights of his life. He was relishing every jealous look more and more as he walked in between a bunch of guys with is arm slung over Monica's shoulders. Men were turning around left, right and centre to get a better look and for once he didn't feel like a complete looser. He started bobbing his head to the beat of the music as he weaved through a group of people. Noticing this Monica decided that if she was going to suffer he would too.

" Come on Chandler, let's dance."

He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her in disbelief, "Mon have you ever seen me dance?"

She shook her head,

"Well lets just say it's not a pretty sight."

Monica pouted at him and muttered," Spoilsport," in his ear. Her hot breath sent jolts of electricity down his spine.

"Okay fine," he said suddenly changing his mind, " but you have to dance too,"

Shrugging her shoulders Monica pulled Chandler onto the dance floor. She started moving her hips in time with the music whilst Chandler continued to bob his head.

"Come on Chandler, that's not dancing."

"Okay Mon fine I'll 'dance'" Chandler started flailing his arms around violently in typical style. Monica stepped back quickly to get out of the way, seeing the look on her face Chandler stopped.

" And that is why you never want to see me dance again." He said triumphantly. Monica threw her hands up in despair,

" Fine you win, let's go sit down." Chandler was about to comply when he heard the beat of the music change to a slow tempo. He stretched his hand out to her, indicating that he wanted to dance. She shook her head, knowing exactly what he was up to,

" This is what Ross would call 'taking advantage' Chandler," she warned.

"Please Mon just once," he asked his eyes pleading with her. Feeling overcome with guilt for being such a wet blanket she stepped hesitantly into Chandlers arms, immediately she felt comfortable as she sunk into his embrace. Chandlers arms tightened around her and she rested her head lightly on his shoulder. As they swayed in time to the music Chandler dug his nose into her hair. Monica's senses were in overdrive, his hands on her hips were causing her pulse to start racing and the butterfly kisses he was placing on her hair made her heart flutter. After their first dance they couldn't stop, songs faded into one another as they danced the night away.

 

As the early morning sun tinged the sky Monica and Chandler finally returned home. Speaking quietly so that Rachel was not woken Monica thanked Chandler,

" Thank you for a wonderful evening Chandler," Chandler smiled at her, not wanting to speak and break the magic that enveloped them. As Monica turned around to go to her bedroom he found his voice,

" Wait Mon do I not get a goodnight kiss?" he asked tentatively, wondering if he might be pushing it a bit to far. She grinned flirtatiously at him and brought her face up to his. Chandler wet his lips in anticipation but only felt the cool air,

"A lady never kisses on her first date." Monica whispered, her lips just an inch away from his.

" Well I guess I'll have to kiss you instead,"  he whispered back as he slowly touched his lips against hers. Monica sank into the kiss immediately, her lips brushing against his with building passion. ' She tastes like heaven,' Chandler thought as he brought a hand into her silky hair. Monica moaned into his mouth. Warning bells were going off violently all around her, her head was telling her this was wrong but her body was telling her it felt so right. Desperately Monica tried to stop herself from drowning in her feelings. Walking Chandler slowly to the door as she kissed him, she grasped onto her last thought of sanity , opened the door, broke the kiss and then shut the door firmly in his face.

Monica was scared, she knew there had been a line and she knew she had crossed it, leaving only a blur of tangled emotions.

 

TBC

 

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