Disclaimer: I do not own any Friends characters. I wish I did, but I don't.

Author's Note: I know it's not long but I thought it was kind of cute. I received some inspiration in the middle of the night and I wrote this down. I hope you enjoy.

Rated T for porn mention. =P

We had given up on trying to fix the TV and staring at the ceiling had gotten stale surprising fast.

"So, Mon?" Phoebe asked, after unsuccessfully trying to get the guys to ditch their plans to go to the Rangers game and entertain the three of us. "We've all been wondering. Why in the world did you pick Chandler?"

"You're really that bored?" I asked, putting my drink on the coaster.

"Have you seen Chandler?" Rachel asked. "It's a reasonable question."

"I chose him because I love him," I replied, adjusting the pillows.

"And, that brings us back to why in the world?" Phoebe asked, chewing on her hair.

Why did I love Chandler? Was it because of his awful taste in music? Or maybe it's because of his even worse taste in furniture. I sent the dog on the balcony as dirty look. His chivalry was impressive, on the rare occasions that it appeared. Maybe it's the adorable way he owns too many sweater vests or the way he cares a lot about his poultry.

"I know why I fell in love with him," I decided. "It was the chanberries."

"You married Chandler because he makes soapy cranberries?" Rachel asked, her eyebrows raised. "Really, Monica? That's all you can think of?"

"Okay, okay," I relent. "I can think of something else."

Other than his chanberries, why did I love Chandler? Maybe I loved the way he hated Thanksgiving. No, no. I could think of something better. Well, he had nice dimples. And he always knows how to make me laugh, even when I'm down, or worse, when my mother's visiting. Chandler does always support me, even when I'm wrong which, let's face it, doesn't happen often. Well, I love the way he cares so much about his friends; he'd never let them down and if he ever did, he'd do anything to make it better. A picture of Chandler cramped inside a box made me smile. He always has a smile on his face; that smile is contagious.

"His smile," I answered. "I love his smile."

"You love him because he has a nice smile?" Phoebe asks. "Really?"

"Fine," I grumble. "I'll think of something else."

Something else, something else. What was so great about Chandler? He'll always stand up for me if someone's putting me down. Hm... that one could work. No, I'll give 'em something really good. I know he would always be there for me, even if nobody else was. He's the one constant in my life and I can always count on him. He loves me and I love him and I know that'll never change. I finally have someone who wants what I want. I love Chandler because he'll do anything to make me happy. I love Chandler because he loves me and he never lets me forget it. I love Chandler because at the end of the day, he's happy with who he is and what he's got. I love Chandler because not only is he my knight in shining armor, he wants to be. I love Chandler because--

"Hey, Mon!" Joey greets, plopping down next to Rachel, whacking her with a huge foam finger. "Why isn't the TV on?"

"It's broken," Phoebe replies. "We can't change it from the porn channel."

"You call that broken?" Chandler replies from behind me.

I smile and turn to Phoebe and Rachel. "That's why I love him."