Disclaimer: Man, I hate saying I don't own these characters. Even though I don't. Bright/Kauffman/Crane do, though. I just pretend.

A/N: This is a fic that was originally posted on the Friends Cafe board. However, many chapters have been combined, small revisions have taken place, and different songs have been added here and there. So it is not one-hundred percent the same. At this point in time, I have the entire fic written, other than the very last chapter. Just so you know, lol. Now enjoy!

Don't let yourself go

Cause everybody cries

Everybody hurts

Sometimes

Chandler and Ross got back late to their dorm. They had just been to a wild party- not that either of them were personally part of the wild (as much as they would have loved that).

"Man, no chics again, what's wrong with us?" asked Chandler.

"I don't know, man," Ross replied. "I mean, we have the greatest hair, I just don't see how women can possibly resist."

Secretly, Ross didn't care. Of course, he knew he had his great hair and his great keyboard skills (even he was in awe of his "sound"), but women didn't mean a great deal to him. Well, maybe one did.

"There's a message on the machine." Chandler pressed play.

"Ross? Its your mother. Just reminding you that your sister is coming down to visit you this weekend, so be home on Saturday. She's bringing Rachel with her." His mother paused in her message. "And maybe send Chandler out for the weekend, I don't want a bad influence on Monica."

Chandler rolled his eyes. "What is up with your mom? She so hates me."

Ross wasn't listening. Everything stopped when he heard that Rachel was coming.

Rachel . . .his little sister's best friend. Ross had had it bad for her since he was just fourteen years old. Of course, Rachel didn't even know he was alive. He was just Monica's geeky older brother. Ross hated that. Always the dinosaur guy. Rachel was so funny and pretty . . .sometimes, Ross hated those dinosaurs.

But then again, they were dinosaurs. They were too awesome to hate. Just look at those teeth!

"I hope your sister doesn't sit on me while they're here, I think I'll break."

"She's not fat, she's big boned," Ross said defensively. Of course, he couldn't care less about his sister's feelings. She was his stupid little sister, and very annoying. No, he was sticking up for Rachel's best friend. Rachel . . .

Chandler blankly stared at Ross.

"Okay, she's a cow. Not my fault."

"Why are you sticking up for her, anyway? Since when did you care?" Chandler looked at Ross. "Oh, I see buddy. 'Rachel's best friend!' Dude, get over that girl!"

"She's not just 'that girl'! She's . . .she's Rachel!"

"Yeah, and have you seen her nose?" Chandler made a face.

"It's a great nose! Shut up man!" Ross yelled. He threw a pillow at Chandler's head, and tried to shove Rachel out of his head. "Anyways, Monica is starting to diet. I don't know why."

"Yeah, good luck with that," said Chandler sarcastically, and flipped on the TV.

Of course, Ross had no idea about Chandler's secret. He'd had a little crush on Monica. Fat or not, she had really pretty eyes. And he loved how lively she was. Of course, he'd never utter a word of that to anyone. He was trying desperatly to fall for some hot blonde chick to cover up for it.

Ross went in the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. "It'll be okay, man. She's just a girl." Just a girl you've been desperatly in love with since 9th grade. "SHUT UP!", he said out loud to his own mind. He grabbed his toothbrush, colorfully decorated with T-rexes, and brushed his teeth before going to sleep.

Monica and Rachel were sitting in Monica's room, watching a movie. Rachel was spending the night, and the next day they were going to Monica's brother's dorm to visit. Rachel was only going to try and get some college action, to go to parties and meet guys. Monica and her brother usually didn't get along, so Monica never had given Rachel an explanation of why she wanted to go. But Rachel had an inkling.

"Do you think I'll get fat if I have anymore?", Monica nervously asked Rachel, holding up the bowl of popcorn.

"You're asking me if you'll get fat?", Rachel replied, skeptically.

"Okay . . .", started Monica. "Will I get fattER?"

"Probably, considering that its swimming in butter."

Monica frowned, and sadly put the popcorn bowl back on the floor.

Rachel smiled to herself. She knew why Monica was so obsessed with her weight lately. It was Chandler. See, he was her brother's roommate. He was kinda dorky, but funny. Monica had a little affection for him, or at least that's what Rachel thought. Because she had overheard him calling her fat, and immediatly began to diet. Or, at least, attempted to diet.

"Do you think Ross can get us into any cool parties!" Rachel asked, excited.

"He'll get you in, maybe." Monica knew her brother was obsessed with Rachel. It was the most obvious thing, and of course Rachel could tell. But the two of them were just friends, if that. Rachel found him to be just her best friend's nerdy brother, even if he was fun to talk to.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and maybe you can get little Channy to get you in."

"What, you mean Chandler? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing." Rachel sighed. Monica was so bad at being subtle, just like her brother. The Gellars were not the best at hiding their emotions. They sure aren't the best at dressing either, she thought to herself. Does Monica have a mirror? Just look at that shirt . . .

Monica watched the rest of the movie in silence. Does she know? Oh God, I hope not. But another thought temporarily comforted her. Ha, I'm so much better at being sly than my brother. Of course she doesn't know!

Ross was pacing his room, back and forth, back and forth. Every once in a while, he would glance in the mirror, decide he hated the shirt he was wearing, and change it. Chandler was out getting some food, because Monica and Rachel would be there any minute. Ross was so nervous. He hadn't seen her since her prom night. Rachel's date had been really late, and Ross's father talked him into taking her. Just when Ross thought his moment had come, her date showed up. Sometimes, he hated the way the world worked.

There was a knock on the door, which made him jump and snap back to reality. "W-who's there?", he asked nervously, scared of the answer.

"Its Monica, Ross. Expecting someone else?"

His fears now confirmed, he started towards the door, noticed a dinosaur toy he forgot to hide, and threw it behind his bed. "Sorry, buddy." He opened the door to see Monica standing there, all by herself.

"Where's . . .where's Rachel?", he inquired, trying to sound casual, but his Gellar genes playing unfairly against him.

"Don't have a heart attack, loser. She's just dragging her suitcase behind her, and its taking her longer."

Rachel showed up behind Monica, out of breath and dragging a suitcase big enough to hold her entire closet, and probably did.

"Hey, Ross," she said with a smile, not knowing quite how much she made him melt.

She said my name. My name! Ooo, I love it when she says my na-

"You okay?" she asked him, a little confused. "You're staring off into space..."

"Yeah, yeah, fine," he mumbled, being brought back to the real world. "I'll take your suitcase!"

"Okay, but it-"

Before she could warn him, Ross had heaved it over his shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground underneath the weight. Monica just laughed, stepped over him, and went right into the room.

"Haha, weak loser."

"Oh my God, Ross, are you alright?" Rachel rushed to his side. "I tried to tell you, its too heavy! God, I knew I didn't need that last skirt."

"Oh, cause that would of made it worlds lighter," said Chandler sarcastically, coming down the hallway. Ross lay there in shock, because Rachel has actually cared. She cared that he was hurt. And that, somehow, it had made the pain seem a whole lot less.

"Hey Rachel, come on, lets heave this thing off the big guy."

Hearing Chandler's voice, Monica came out the door. "Look- another freak!" she said to Chandler, in a lame attempt at an insult. The other three all rolled their eyes.

"Just help us get this off your brother," Rachel pleaded Monica. Together with Chandler, they pulled the suitcase off of Ross and into the dorm room.

Chandler and Monica returned to the room, Monica saying something about Chandler being a wuss and Chandler trying to ignore her.

Ross found himself alone in the hallway with Rachel. She was picking up a a few stray items that fell out of her suitcase's side pocket.

"Here, let me help." Ross grabbed a tube of lipstick and a pack of tissues.

"Oh, thanks. Listen, I'm sorry about my bag. You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, no. I think my spine went numb though, so I might be hurt in about an hour," he said jokingly. She laughed.

"Hey, speaking of that lipstick," she said, taking it from Ross, "Its new, I just got it." She pulled off the cap and rolled it up. "What do you think?"

"It'll look great on you."

"I sure hope so, it cost fifteen dollars," she said, a worried expression now spreading across her face. Ross laughed to himself, he loved how she could get so serious about the littlest things.

"Don't worry, I promise, you'll look amazing." He smiled at her, and she returned the smile.

"Thanks."

The next chapter should be up tomorrow night or Monday night, since they're all done. I've really grown to love this fic over the last few months, so I hope you guys here like it too :-) Reviews would be amazing!