A/N: This is my first Friends fic. It's my favorite show, so I was afraid to write one because I didn't know if I could do it justice. And this is a Mondler, all the way. So, review it and tell me how I am, okay? Thanks, love you bunches.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I would love to own Matthew Perry, but we don't all get what we want.

Ch.1: The Beginning Of Something

Chandler sat on the maroon colored couch at the coffee shop, known to most as Central Perk. He was staring at Monica, one of his best friends. Someone who he could tell any thing to, and his best friends sister. This was the girl who comforted him when he had been having trouble with Janice, hung out with him everyday, and was, just, there. And the whole time he had loved her. Not the little sister kind of way, the I want you so bad I can taste it kind of way. But, of course, she had no idea. And so he settled with being her friend, and staring at her longingly. "Chandler?"

He snapped back into the present. "Yah?"

Monica chuckled, but was noticeably worried. "That was the third time I said your name. Are you okay?"

Chandler blinked a few times; she had said my name three times? He must have been deep in thought. "Oh, yah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

She nodded. "Okay, well I wanted to ask you if you were free tonight."

"Me? Free, on a Saturday night? Of course, why?"

"I wanted to hang out, maybe rent a movie. Want to come over?"

"Well, I may need to move things around. But I am sure I could stop by. Who else is coming?"

"No one. Just you and me."

His stomach flipped. He loved and hated being a lone with her. "Umm, okay. That would be fine."

She studied him a little, He is acting strange. "Chandler, you sure you're okay?"

"Yah. Its Monday, that is all."

Monica decided to accept that answer. Even though she knew it was a lie, if she had proceeded with the conversation she would receive a wise crack. So, she just got up and left. Saying her goodbyes. He really did worry her, more than anyone else. She didn't know why, though. But, she thought, maybe this movie thing will be good for him. He is hard to read, and so closed off. Maybe she can get him to talk to her. This could be a chance to become better friends. She had a feeling this would be a good night.

That Night:

Monica came out of her room when she heard the door to the apartment open. She smiled when she saw Chandler caring popcorn and red vines, her favorite. "Hey"

He smiled back, hoping that he wouldn't give anything away. "Hey, I come baring snacks. I got enough to feed a small army, but I'm sure we can eat it."

"I don't know about you, but I know I can." She said snatching a bag of red vines from him.

"Okay, but remember, food is not your friend."

"Oh, shut up." She threw a pillow ate him, hitting him in the stomach.

He sat down on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. He saw Monica grimace a little, and chuckled. "You want me to put my feet down?"

"Well, at least take your shoes off."

He nodded, and slipped his shoes off. Then, sank into the couch. He liked this apartment way more than his own. "So, what are we watching?"

She sat down next to him after putting the tape in. "We are watching a comedy because I figure you could relate to it. So I picked High Fidelity. John Cusack is the plus side for me."

"John Cusack? Really?" He shifted at her closeness.

"Yah, he's cute. I love his since of humor."

Chandler nodded, and grabbed some of her red vines. "Alright then, start 'er up."

Half way into the movie, Monica unconsciously leaned into Chandler. She didn't do it on purpose; she was getting tired because they had turned the lights off. His heart stopped as her head rested on his shoulder. God, he thought. He stared at the movie; trying not to concentrate on the fact that she was so close he could smell the strawberry body spray she had put on that morning. He shifted, and she lifted her head. "I'm sorry, does this bother you? I didn't mean to lean on you, I'm heavier than I look."

"No, I am okay."

"Good, cause you're comfortable."

When she said that, something came over him. He didn't know what it was, or how he did it. But, before she could put her head back down, he kissed. He pressed his lips on hers, and didn't realize what he had done until it was over. She pulled back, shock spread over her face. His eyes widened in realization. "Oh God, Mon, I am so…"

"Shut up."

She grabbed his face and kissed him. I am kissing Chandler. I don't usual do that. God, what is this emotion? She deepened the kiss, pushing him on his back. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he bit her lower lip. She opened her mouth, and when he slipped his tongue in, a moan escaped her throat. His hands traveled down the small of her back, and her fingers went into his hair. He breathed in heavily, and they parted. She was lying on top of him, and he wanted her so bad he almost kissed her again. But he had to make sure they were on the same page. "Monica, what are we doing?"

Monica laid on him. She had all these feeling for him; they had built up since high school. She was so used to ignoring them that she had almost forgot, until he kissed her. Now she found herself wanting to kiss him again. Watching his lips as he breathed. She looked into his blue eyes. "I don't think we are friends any more."

His eyes that were filled with fear of rejection, softened. "No? What are we?"

She leaned in and kissed him. Pressing her body on his. This time he moaned, tightening his grip around her waist. His thoughts were racing. I am kissing Monica. I didn't realize how much I wanted her until I got a taste of her. They parted and he brushed her hair out of her face. She smiled, playing with his coaler. "So, umm..." he began. "Should I go? Before, you know, something happened?"

She sighed deeply. "Maybe." She got up off of him.

His eyes sank in disappointment, and he sat up. The movie had ended, and there was no reason for him to stay. They sat their for a few minutes, both wanting the others touch. Both not knowing what to do. Finally, Monica decided to talk. "Chandler?"

He turned his head toward her. "Yah?"

She cleared her throat, anxiously. "Do you want to go out with me?"

A smile spread over his face, making his features stand out. He nodded. "Yah, I think that would be good."

It was her turn to smile, and she got up and walked him to the door. "Okay, how about tomorrow night?"

He opened the door and nodded. "Tomorrow is good."

He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Then he whispered something that made her tingle all over. "Any night is good."