A/N: I have read many Lobster fics and they were all good in their own right, but I still decided to try and write one of my own. You can never have enough Ross and Rachel. Anyway, this starts out when Ross and Emily arrive in Greece, for their honeymoon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Friends.
Ross looked all around the hotel room in amazement. He was still surprised, about the fact that he was actually married again now. That he was on his honeymoon, with a woman he hadn't even known a few months prior. But he didn't regret one minute of it, as he fondly gazed at Emily, then back at the fantastic view, the large window provided him with. There were palm trees and a pool, everything a guy could dream of on his honeymoon. Athens was the best!
" Ross, sweetheart, is everything okay?" Emily suddenly asked, abruptly halting his thought process.
" Uhm… yes of course, sweetie. I was just thinking about how great all of this really is," Ross stated enthusiastically, as he sent her a wide smile.
" What?" Emily asked, in that British accent Ross thought was so cute.
" Well, this… us. I mean: we're married, on our honeymoon. What else could a guy wish for?" Ross clarified, as he went to sit next to her on the queen-sized white bed.
" You're right. This is pretty sodding fantastic!" Emily suddenly yelled, putting her hands up in the air, hereby nearly sending Ross flying off of the mattress.
" Wow honey, you scared me there." Ross uttered, after he'd somewhat regained his composure.
" Sorry darling, it's just… I'm so excited and so happy to be here with you," Emily declared, right before locking her new husband in a tight embrace.
" I'm happy to be here with you too," Ross stated sweetly, before slowly releasing his wife and gazing up into her lovely eyes.
They were just about to kiss, when all of a sudden Ross' phone rang.
He quickly looked at it and saw it was Rachel.
" Sorry honey, I've gotta take this," he apologized, before pressing the little button.
" Hey Rach, what's up?" he inquired, sporting a broad smile, as he got up from the bed and walked over to the balcony.
" Oh, you know, just wanted to see how you were doing on your honeymoon," Rachel replied.
" It's great, so far. Thanks! How's everything back there? Is Mon okay?" Ross asked, on a concerned tone.
" She's fine, why wouldn't she be okay?" Rachel asked, confusion clearly apparent in her voice.
Ross sighed, before replying: " Well, she told me about this guy who thought she was my mom, at the wedding reception. I think that dude really offended her."
Rachel chuckled, then said: " Oh that! She told me that story as well, but I think she's over that now. Just between you and me: I think she's met a cute guy in London."
" Really. Why would you say that?" Ross asked, surprised. He had no idea his sister was seeing anyone.
" Well, she's been very happy lately. She's always singing while cooking and cleaning. Plus, she asked me if I believed in true love, just the other day," his ex-girlfriend explained.
" Well, if she is dating someone, that's awesome. Maybe she can marry him and then we'll become marriage-buddies!" Ross yelled, in a high-pitched voice.
" Okay honey, just calm down for a minute, okay? Not everyone gets married after two weeks of dating," Rachel joked.
" Hey! That's not fair, okay?! Me and Emily had been dating for at least a month, when I got down on one knee!" Ross defended himself.
" Whatever you say, Ross. I don't mind, as long as you're happy."
" Thanks, Rach. Your support really means a lot to me," Ross stated sincerely.
" No problem," Rachel retorted softly.
There was a long awkward pause, before she slowly cleared her throat and asked: " So how's Emily?"
" Oh, Emily's doing fine, she got a bit travelsick on the plane, but right now everything's okay with her."
" Well, that's good," Rachel declared, faking enthusiasm.
" Yeah," Ross agreed softly. Then another uncomfortable silence reared its ugly head.
" So Rach… how you doin'?" he asked suddenly, imitating Joey.
" Oh, Ross… honey. You do realize you can't pull that off, don't you?" Rachel mocked him.
" Shut up," Ross hissed.
" Oh, I'm sorry sweetie, but it's the truth. You're no Joey Tribbiani."
" And so what if I'm not? You still used to date me," Ross retorted defiantly.
" Yeah… well that was a long time ago," Rachel semi-whispered, as she recalled the glorious period during which they were together.
" Rachel, are you sure you're feeling alright?", Ross asked, picking up on a certain sadness in his ex-girlfriend's tone.
" Yes, of course, why wouldn't I be?"
" Oh no reason, just with the whole me getting married-thing and things not really working out between you and Josh," Ross explained.
" Okay, first of all: his name is Joshua and second: I'm totally on board with the whole marriage-thing. Of course it was weird at first, but now… you know, not so much anymore. I'm even dating someone new."
" Really, you're seeing someone, since when?" Ross asked, his tone just slightly laced with jealousy.
" Well… actually, since yesterday. I met this guy at Central Perk and we really hit it off and then: bam! What'd you know? We're a couple," Rachel clarified, trying very hard to keep up a cheery façade.
" Oh Rach, that's amazing!" her ex-boyfriend hollered, he himself having trouble staying amused.
" I know!"
" Yeah, so if it's okay with you, I'm gonna hang up now. Emily and I are going to take a tour around town and we agreed to meet the guide in twenty minutes."
" Oh… well, of course it's okay. Have fun and enjoy your day!" Rachel yelled, feigning happiness. Secretly, she actually was kinda bummed that Ross wanted to hang up on her this fast.
" Thanks, I will. Bye bye, Rach," Ross stated sweetly.
" Yeah, bye."
After she'd properly ended the call and put her new cell phone away, Rachel couldn't hold back the tears, that sprang from her eyes. It had been a blatant lie that she'd met someone, of course. She couldn't possibly date anyone right now, as she was still very much in love with her old boyfriend. Every time she so much as thought of Ross and Emily being together, she would start to feel sick.
She still couldn't believe, that they'd actually gotten married. Their marriage only made things more complicated. If Ross hadn't said yes to Emily, then maybe she still would've had a chance with him. Now all of her hopes had gone down the drain. In order for them to get back together, Ross already needed to get a divorce and she couldn't see him doing that for the second time. She sighed in frustration, as more tears started leaking from the corners of her eyes. Just then, Monica came bursting from her bedroom door, like a cannonball.
" Fellas, move aside cause it's cleaning-ti… what's wrong?" she asked, her facial expression changing, as she spotted a depressed Rachel, sitting at the kitchen table.
Rachel slowly lifted her head and was about to start talking, when the door to their apartment flew open.
" Who's up for a Knicks' ga… oh, Chandler isn't here," Joey established needlessly.
Monica then let out a weird kind of nervous chortle, before shouting: " No, Chandler isn't here, you big goof! What the hell would Chandler be doing in here?!"
" Okay relax, Mon. I just figured Chandler would be here, since he's not at home and this is his day off from work."
" Well, he isn't, okay. And if he were here, just so you know, I wouldn't like it," Monica brought out, rather fast.
" Right whatever. Hey Rach, what's wrong?" Joey asked, fixing his gaze on the other woman in the apartment.
" Oh nothing, sweetie. I was just crying cause… Monica's new sunflowers are just so darn pretty," Rachel cried, in a high-pitched voice, as she gestured to the vase, standing in the center of the table
Monica sighed, then asked: " Oh Rachel, honey. Is this about Ross again? I told you time and time again not to call him, right now."
" Ugh, it's not about Ross, Mon. Why do you always immediately assume, that everything's about Ross? The earth doesn't revolve around him, you know," Rachel retorted in frustration, as she quickly wiped away the last remnants of salty liquid.
Monica shook her head, before slowly walking over to her friend and putting a hand on her shoulder. " There's really no point in denying it, sweetie. I can always tell when you're crying over my brother."
It seemed like that was Rachel's queue to burst out into tears once again, as she whined: " Why the hell do you know me so well?"
" Because you're my best friend," Monica explained, suddenly crying herself. She could never really stand to see Rachel in too much pain.
Meanwhile, Joey felt himself becoming overwhelmed by all the female emotion. " I'll go and get Chandler. He'll know what to do, cause he's practically a woman himself." He announced, in an attempt to be smart.
He was already turning to leave, when all of a sudden Monica started yelling: " Oh, no you won't! You leave Chandler out of this!"
" Jeez, are you two having a fight, or something?" Joey inquired, confused by Monica's odd behavior.
" Yes, yes that's exactly what I'm having with Chandler, a fight! I have absolutely nothing else to do with him." Monica confirmed, moving away from Rachel.
" Oh really, what's the fight about then?" Rachel asked, squinting her eyes. She didn't believe her friend for a minute.
Monica was silent for a moment, scratched her head and licked her lips. " Well, Chandler came in here, he…uh came in here and er… moved my phone pen. Right that's it, he moved my pen and everybody knows there's no moving around the phone pen in this house!"
" Yeah, tell me about it," Rachel muttered, as she threw a meaningful glance in Joey's direction.
Unbeknownst to anyone but Monica, Chandler was in fact hiding inside her bedroom, after he'd spent the night with her. He was currently holding his ear up against the door, listening to his friends' conversation in amusement.
" This is actually quite exhilarating, I should do this more often," he whispered to himself, as he tried pushing himself even closer, to the wooden surface.
A/N: So, this was it: chapter 1! I hope you all enjoyed it, and that I portrayed everyone true to their character. If you have any thoughts or ideas, please let me know.
