Another Mondler complicated story.

Monica was miserable when her mother complains about her looks and Chandler was there to comfort her.

Set in The one Nana die twice. Monica and her mother didn't have a Mother-daughter talk.


Monica's POV

My mother is driving me crazy today, it's her mother's funeral and her scrutiny is all on to me. Earlier, after the funeral, she told me to use night cream, then when we came back to the house, she tucked my hair at the back of my ears. Did she not know that my ears are not my greatest features?

Now I'm in my Nana's bedroom, laying on her bed, trying to hide from my mom. I can't take her complaint anymore and this is the only place that I could hide.

Why can't I have a mom that doesn't criticize my every move? Why does my mom need to be a partial, critical, irritating bitch— while I list down my mother's demeanour. I heard a knock on the door.

Please don't be her. I can't take her anymore, I prayed.

"Oh, So glad I find you here," A boyish voice was heard, It was Chandler.

Good. He can make me feel better. He's one of my best friends that when I'm down he's the one who can lighten me up, even with his stupid jokes, I thought it was always funny.

"I thought you were my mother," I said, burying my hands into my face.

He looks at himself, "What gave me away," he said, with a hint of sarcasm.

I laughed, "Sorry, I just can't take her anymore," Looking at the white ceiling above me.

He sat beside me, looking down at me, "Yeah, I noticed earlier. Good thing you hide in your Nana's bedroom, I mean she will never find you here," He said in an obvious tone, glancing around the room.

I sigh, "What are you even doing here? I thought your with Andrea," I said as I rub my forehead.

He braces his arm on the bed, taking my fingers, letting him do the massaging, "Well, your brother was drunk by pills and told me that, "If you wanted to be gay, be gay," then they thought I was," He breathed out.

I chuckled at him. To be honest, I didn't think he was gay at first. I kinda have a crush on him when I first met him. He was handsome, and cute even with his Flock of Seagulls hairstyle. Yes, my little fat self had a crush on him, but she got angry when he called her fat.

Oh my god, why am I telling this like she's a third person? Anyways.

"Are you gay?" I quipped, and he glares at me. "I'm kidding, you know I'm kidding..."

"Well, I don't know... you told last three days ago that you thought I was gay," he sighed, still massaging my forehead. Oh God, when did he get so good at massaging? I closed my eyes and let out a contented relief.

"To be honest, I didn't think you were gay," I said, feeling his hands around me.

He looks at me sadly and sighs, "Mon, you don't have to lie. I know you thought I was gay too. Even myself thought I was gay,"

I looked at him directly to his eyes, and he does the same, "I'm not lying. And you know I'm a terrible liar," I suddenly sat up, and slightly move my face towards him, looking intensely at his eyes, "Am I lying?" I asked, our noses bumped each other.

He held his breath for a moment and gulped, "Uhm... no..." he trailed out, feeling uncomfortable.

I snapped back consciously and we were so close to the point I can feel his breath on my lips. I closed my eyes and lay on the bed again. Gosh, Are you drunk? You didn't even drink when you got here.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking straight. I'm just bummed cause of my mother," I said, covering my eyes with my hands.

"Uhm... that- that's fine... do you want me to call Rachel?" He asked.

"No, you're fine, just stay with me here please and lock the door. I don't want my mother to burst in front of me," I said and he stands up to lock the door, and went back to me, laying on the bed.

We went quiet for a moment. Just hearing the other people's conversations downstairs.

"Chandler, what is my greatest feature?" I suddenly asked him.

He turns his head to me, "What?" he asked, both surprised and confused.

"What's my greatest feature, face wise," I said. I don't even know where I'm getting at. My mother drunk me by her own will.

He braces one of his arms to the mattress and looks at me. "Hmm..." moving my hair away from my face and I giggled. He's so serious about this. He smiles at me, "Hi," he greeted.

"Hi," smiling back. I noticed that he has the cutest smile ever. It's like a kid or a bunny smiling in front of me.

"I would have to say your eyes," He said, brushing his fingers on my forehead.

"Why?" I whispered. Looking at him, directly into his eyes, same blues like mine.

"Because they're like blue bright sapphires, and when lights hit em' they shine. Just like you," He said, in a low voice. Stroking my hair reassuringly.

I feel my eyes, starting to form tears. He's the first guy who said that to me, genuinely. I continue to look at him, and I can feel his face moving towards mine, and I just closed my eyes, expecting him in a second.

For a few minutes, I just feel his breath, so I opened my eyes to see what's going on and I just saw him, "What are you thinking right now?" I asked, our lips are few inches apart.

"You..." he confessed.

I look at him then taking a glance at his lips, wondering what does it feel like to kiss him. I brought my hand up and put them around on his face, "Chandler... can you do me a favour..." I think I'm going to regret this.

"What's that?" he asked.

I inhaled his breath and it shudders my body.

"Can you make me feel better..." I said, and I know he knows what I mean by that.

He looks at me slightly stunned, "I don't know, Monica... I don't want to regr—"

I cut him off by crashing my lips into his, for a few seconds he kissed me back. God, he's got the softest lips ever, I don't think I want him to move away even for a second. He adjusts himself on the bed, as I trail my fingers on his jawline then on his ear.

Moments later, he softly pushes me, but barely leaving closer to him, "Mon, I don't think this is a good idea," he gasped.

"Please, Chandler just for today..." I begged as I peck his lips with sweet kisses.

He groans, "But I don't want you to regret this tomorrow," he said, putting his hand on my face to stop my doings.

"I promise you, I won't regret this..." I said, half doubting when I said those words.

He strokes my cheeks, "Are you sure?" he asked one last time, and I thought for a while.

Am I going to regret this? Should we stop this and head back downstairs and let myself listen to my mother babbling? Do I want Chandler to take advantage of me? I don't know. I just know that I want to make myself better after all the words my mother bombard in front of my face.

So it's a...

"Yes,"

He just looks at me and he thought it for a while, "You promise?" he whispered.

"I promised," I said, as I gave him a peck on the lips. I saw that he closed his eyes, then without any preparedness, he crashes his lips into mine. Bringing his tongue in me and I whimper at the back of my throat. He positions himself on top of me.

We continue to kiss for a while, when suddenly he trails his lips into my jawline, behind my ear, going to my neck. I gasped as he finds the hem of my shirt, brushing his fingers into my stomach. Then his lips go between my breasts, going into my bare stomach. He puts wet kisses on my belly button and I softly moan.

I closed my eyes, gasping when he nipped my skin.

I think I'm gonna regret this...


TBC...