Be There for Me
Hey guys, here's my next story, I hope you like it. Anyway, I love reviews, so if you could please leave a review, I would really appreciate it. As usual, none of these characters belong to me, and if I owned them I certainly wouldn't be writing about them. I make no money off this script, it is purely for entertainment. Now, on with the fic.
He got off the plane, with people trailing closely behind him. He tried to hide his face behind his hat, but all it did was attract more attention. A girl in front of him turned around and began clicking her camera frantically, blinding him. He picked his cell phone out of his khaki jacket, and dialed a number quickly
"God Mon! Where the hell are you? I'm being mobbed!" Ross raved into his cell.
A girl behind him tore his hat off and ran away at full speed, leaving Ross standing there speechless, with his cell phone.
"And there goes the hat." He mumbled angrily as he watched her fading figure. He unconsciously hung up his phone, and then grumbled angrily, but before he could dial again, he saw people approaching him.
"Can I have your autograph? I am such a big fan." A plump girl with bad acne said as she walked quickly beside him, matching his pace while holding out a pad and pen.
He sighed heavily, knowing what this meant. Once they saw her getting an autograph, he would be standing there with countless fans, most of whom had no clue who he was, just wanting to be like the rest. If he didn't sign it, he would lose yet another fan, and the media would be all over him again calling him a bitter cynical star. He looked around and scribbled his name on the paper, while the girl smiled graciously at him. Before he knew it, he was surrounded. He took out his own pen with a look of annoyance plainly written across his face and began to sign countless pieces of papers, shirts, and even shoes. All he wanted to do was to get home. He had spent the last 3 months in Barcelona filming his new movie, "Suffocation" In which he played the lead role of a captain of a navy squad, on the verge of being destroyed by opposing forces. He wiped his sweaty brow line with one hand as he saw the crowd grow bigger.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" He heard a lady yelp up ahead as she bumped into a man wearing a dark blue fashionable suit. She herself was wearing a simple light gray-blue pantsuit. "Obviously someone in the fashion business" Ross observed shrewdly.
She dropped all of her belongings, but scurried along, leaving her purse behind.
"Hey!" Ross called out, but the lady did not turn around.
"Hey!" He called again, louder this time bringing more attention to himself.
He parted his way through the swarming crowd that was engulfing him, and ran over to pick up the lady's purse. He ran after her, calling for her, before she finally turned around to see what was going on.
"You... dropped this." Ross panted.
"Oh my god! Thank you so much! If I lost this... I'd be in big trouble." She smiled gratefully.
"No problem." Ross smiled his Oscar winning smile. "I'm Ross Geller." He said as he stuck out his arm.
"Rachel Green." She shook his hand politely, as if the name he had just given her was nothing.
Ross was amazed that he had found someone that had no clue who he was, or hid very well that she knew.
"Green as in green?" Ross asked as he began walking beside her.
"Green as in green." She answered politely, checking her watch.
"Do you- do you live here in New York?" Ross asked.
"Yeah. Pretty much all my life." Rachel said.
Ross's cell phone rang, distracting him momentarily from this lady's beauty.
"Yeah?" He answered. "Chandler! Where are Monica and Joey?" They were supposed to meet me right outside my gate, but instead I got mobbed, and someone stole my hat!" Ross whined.
Rachel hid a smirk, but didn't manage to keep a smile from appearing on her face.
Ross noticed and glanced at her quizzically.
"Okay, okay your outside." Ross said as he listened while still following Rachel. "The limo? Limo? I'm trying to keep low profile here, why the hell did Tony send a damn limo?" Ross was agitated. "Alright. See you soon."
"Why would someone steal your hat?" Rachel asked him.
"I don't know- I guess it was a really nice hat." Ross said.
Rachel took a good look at him and noticed that everything he was wearing was really nice. She turned her head forward and glanced at him through the corner of her eye. He looked really familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.
"Excuse me? Can I please have your autograph?" A guy asked him as he nudged his shoulder.
Ross scrunched his face; he had just had his cover blown. He signed the paper resignedly, and turned to look at Rachel, who was looking at him shocked, but quickly hid any expression.
"Well, I have to- I have to go home, so I'll see you later." Rachel said quickly before she took off, leaving him surprised.
"Okay..." Ross said to himself. "Jeez. This world is full of strange people."
He stepped outside La Guardia, and saw all of his best friends plus little sister instantly.
"Hey guys!" Ross shouted over the noise of buses, taxis, and hundreds of people.
"Hey movie star!" Monica said as she hugged her big brother. "We missed you!"
"Aw, I missed you guys too." Ross smiled as he continued on to hug Joey, Phoebe and Chandler. "But let's get out of here." He added noticing all the people watching him.
"Let's move!" Joey called out, as he closed the door after himself, and the car roared away.
The next afternoon Ross was at home alone in his sweats, with his hair uncombed, and his shirt on backwards leafing through the phone book. "Green… Green…" He muttered as he flipped through.
"Ah-ha!" He said triumphantly. "There's only... 22." He finished disappointedly.
He rubbed his forehead in frustration, and picked up his phone and began dialing.
"Hi, can I please speak to Rachel please?" Ross asked the person on the other end of the phone.
"Sorry, no Rachel here." A Man's voice answered.
"Alright, sorry man." Ross said as he hung up and began dialing the next one.
He had gone through seventeen numbers, and he was getting extremely frustrated. He glanced at the next number and dialed it out.
"Hello?" A woman's voice answered.
"Hi, is uh- Rachel there please?" Ross asked politely.
"Speaking." Rachel answered
"This is Rachel?" Ross asked uncertainly.
"Uh, yeah." Rachel said, confused.
"Hey, it's Ross Geller. From the airport." He said.
"Oh! How did you get my number?" Rachel asked suspiciously.
"Green as in green." Ross chuckled slightly.
"Oh, right." Rachel said stupidly.
"Listen, I hope this doesn't seem to forward, but um, I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner sometime maybe?" Ross asked hopefully.
"Well..." She paused "Sure!"
"Really?" Ross asked.
"Yeah!" Rachel responded excitedly.
"Well, tonight?"
"Yeah. That'd be great." Rachel smiled to herself.
"Okay, um I have your address here, so I could pick you up, at say 8:00 and we could go out to dinner at Ernie's" Ross said
"That'd be great." Rachel said again.
"Alright. I'll see you then, Rachel."
"Bye."
Ross hung up happily. He had a date with the most beautiful woman in the world. He began to dance happily around his loft, but stopped when he heard a thumping on the ceiling from below.
"Will you shut up there Ross!?" A woman yelled up angrily.
"Sorry Mrs. Neidermayer!" Ross yelled back down.
"It's okay, and welcome back by the way." She called back up.
"Thanks!"
Ross ran to his bedroom to get ready, he only had three hours.
Three hours later, he was waiting in front of her apartment patiently, while she ran around inside, getting her stuff together. When she came out five minutes later insisting she was now ready, Ross smiled and offered her his arm, which she linked her own through.
They arrived right on time at the restaurant, and were ushered straight to their seats. They talked throughout dinner about everything they could thing of. Ross couldn't stop smiling at her, which she seemed to return with just as much affection. When the bill arrived for the dinner, Ross pocketed it straight away, ignoring Rachel's comments on paying half. Ross shook his head firmly, maintaining his smile as he walked her back to her apartment. He put his jacket over her shoulders, and wrapped his arm around her as they began to walk under the night-lights of New York City.
"That was a nice long walk." Ross said as they came upon Rachel's apartment a while later.
"Yeah, what time is it?" Rachel asked.
"About one o'clock." Ross answered.
"Whoa, I have to get up in 5 hours." Rachel said morosely.
Ross just smiled, not commenting. He caught her eye and smiled his warmest smile, and he saw her eyes melt. He pushed her long blonde hair out of her face and gazed intently into her deep green eyes. He began to lean in, inching closer and closer, when Rachel broke the stare, and backed up abruptly.
"I-I can't." Rachel almost whimpered.
"Why not?" Ross's smile faltered.
"I'm-I'm seeing someone." Rachel flinched as Ross's smile broke altogether.
I'll continue depending on feedback, and I hope you all liked it! If you have any suggestions, please feel free to leave them here.
rossandrachelforever
Hey guys, here's my next story, I hope you like it. Anyway, I love reviews, so if you could please leave a review, I would really appreciate it. As usual, none of these characters belong to me, and if I owned them I certainly wouldn't be writing about them. I make no money off this script, it is purely for entertainment. Now, on with the fic.
He got off the plane, with people trailing closely behind him. He tried to hide his face behind his hat, but all it did was attract more attention. A girl in front of him turned around and began clicking her camera frantically, blinding him. He picked his cell phone out of his khaki jacket, and dialed a number quickly
"God Mon! Where the hell are you? I'm being mobbed!" Ross raved into his cell.
A girl behind him tore his hat off and ran away at full speed, leaving Ross standing there speechless, with his cell phone.
"And there goes the hat." He mumbled angrily as he watched her fading figure. He unconsciously hung up his phone, and then grumbled angrily, but before he could dial again, he saw people approaching him.
"Can I have your autograph? I am such a big fan." A plump girl with bad acne said as she walked quickly beside him, matching his pace while holding out a pad and pen.
He sighed heavily, knowing what this meant. Once they saw her getting an autograph, he would be standing there with countless fans, most of whom had no clue who he was, just wanting to be like the rest. If he didn't sign it, he would lose yet another fan, and the media would be all over him again calling him a bitter cynical star. He looked around and scribbled his name on the paper, while the girl smiled graciously at him. Before he knew it, he was surrounded. He took out his own pen with a look of annoyance plainly written across his face and began to sign countless pieces of papers, shirts, and even shoes. All he wanted to do was to get home. He had spent the last 3 months in Barcelona filming his new movie, "Suffocation" In which he played the lead role of a captain of a navy squad, on the verge of being destroyed by opposing forces. He wiped his sweaty brow line with one hand as he saw the crowd grow bigger.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" He heard a lady yelp up ahead as she bumped into a man wearing a dark blue fashionable suit. She herself was wearing a simple light gray-blue pantsuit. "Obviously someone in the fashion business" Ross observed shrewdly.
She dropped all of her belongings, but scurried along, leaving her purse behind.
"Hey!" Ross called out, but the lady did not turn around.
"Hey!" He called again, louder this time bringing more attention to himself.
He parted his way through the swarming crowd that was engulfing him, and ran over to pick up the lady's purse. He ran after her, calling for her, before she finally turned around to see what was going on.
"You... dropped this." Ross panted.
"Oh my god! Thank you so much! If I lost this... I'd be in big trouble." She smiled gratefully.
"No problem." Ross smiled his Oscar winning smile. "I'm Ross Geller." He said as he stuck out his arm.
"Rachel Green." She shook his hand politely, as if the name he had just given her was nothing.
Ross was amazed that he had found someone that had no clue who he was, or hid very well that she knew.
"Green as in green?" Ross asked as he began walking beside her.
"Green as in green." She answered politely, checking her watch.
"Do you- do you live here in New York?" Ross asked.
"Yeah. Pretty much all my life." Rachel said.
Ross's cell phone rang, distracting him momentarily from this lady's beauty.
"Yeah?" He answered. "Chandler! Where are Monica and Joey?" They were supposed to meet me right outside my gate, but instead I got mobbed, and someone stole my hat!" Ross whined.
Rachel hid a smirk, but didn't manage to keep a smile from appearing on her face.
Ross noticed and glanced at her quizzically.
"Okay, okay your outside." Ross said as he listened while still following Rachel. "The limo? Limo? I'm trying to keep low profile here, why the hell did Tony send a damn limo?" Ross was agitated. "Alright. See you soon."
"Why would someone steal your hat?" Rachel asked him.
"I don't know- I guess it was a really nice hat." Ross said.
Rachel took a good look at him and noticed that everything he was wearing was really nice. She turned her head forward and glanced at him through the corner of her eye. He looked really familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.
"Excuse me? Can I please have your autograph?" A guy asked him as he nudged his shoulder.
Ross scrunched his face; he had just had his cover blown. He signed the paper resignedly, and turned to look at Rachel, who was looking at him shocked, but quickly hid any expression.
"Well, I have to- I have to go home, so I'll see you later." Rachel said quickly before she took off, leaving him surprised.
"Okay..." Ross said to himself. "Jeez. This world is full of strange people."
He stepped outside La Guardia, and saw all of his best friends plus little sister instantly.
"Hey guys!" Ross shouted over the noise of buses, taxis, and hundreds of people.
"Hey movie star!" Monica said as she hugged her big brother. "We missed you!"
"Aw, I missed you guys too." Ross smiled as he continued on to hug Joey, Phoebe and Chandler. "But let's get out of here." He added noticing all the people watching him.
"Let's move!" Joey called out, as he closed the door after himself, and the car roared away.
The next afternoon Ross was at home alone in his sweats, with his hair uncombed, and his shirt on backwards leafing through the phone book. "Green… Green…" He muttered as he flipped through.
"Ah-ha!" He said triumphantly. "There's only... 22." He finished disappointedly.
He rubbed his forehead in frustration, and picked up his phone and began dialing.
"Hi, can I please speak to Rachel please?" Ross asked the person on the other end of the phone.
"Sorry, no Rachel here." A Man's voice answered.
"Alright, sorry man." Ross said as he hung up and began dialing the next one.
He had gone through seventeen numbers, and he was getting extremely frustrated. He glanced at the next number and dialed it out.
"Hello?" A woman's voice answered.
"Hi, is uh- Rachel there please?" Ross asked politely.
"Speaking." Rachel answered
"This is Rachel?" Ross asked uncertainly.
"Uh, yeah." Rachel said, confused.
"Hey, it's Ross Geller. From the airport." He said.
"Oh! How did you get my number?" Rachel asked suspiciously.
"Green as in green." Ross chuckled slightly.
"Oh, right." Rachel said stupidly.
"Listen, I hope this doesn't seem to forward, but um, I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner sometime maybe?" Ross asked hopefully.
"Well..." She paused "Sure!"
"Really?" Ross asked.
"Yeah!" Rachel responded excitedly.
"Well, tonight?"
"Yeah. That'd be great." Rachel smiled to herself.
"Okay, um I have your address here, so I could pick you up, at say 8:00 and we could go out to dinner at Ernie's" Ross said
"That'd be great." Rachel said again.
"Alright. I'll see you then, Rachel."
"Bye."
Ross hung up happily. He had a date with the most beautiful woman in the world. He began to dance happily around his loft, but stopped when he heard a thumping on the ceiling from below.
"Will you shut up there Ross!?" A woman yelled up angrily.
"Sorry Mrs. Neidermayer!" Ross yelled back down.
"It's okay, and welcome back by the way." She called back up.
"Thanks!"
Ross ran to his bedroom to get ready, he only had three hours.
Three hours later, he was waiting in front of her apartment patiently, while she ran around inside, getting her stuff together. When she came out five minutes later insisting she was now ready, Ross smiled and offered her his arm, which she linked her own through.
They arrived right on time at the restaurant, and were ushered straight to their seats. They talked throughout dinner about everything they could thing of. Ross couldn't stop smiling at her, which she seemed to return with just as much affection. When the bill arrived for the dinner, Ross pocketed it straight away, ignoring Rachel's comments on paying half. Ross shook his head firmly, maintaining his smile as he walked her back to her apartment. He put his jacket over her shoulders, and wrapped his arm around her as they began to walk under the night-lights of New York City.
"That was a nice long walk." Ross said as they came upon Rachel's apartment a while later.
"Yeah, what time is it?" Rachel asked.
"About one o'clock." Ross answered.
"Whoa, I have to get up in 5 hours." Rachel said morosely.
Ross just smiled, not commenting. He caught her eye and smiled his warmest smile, and he saw her eyes melt. He pushed her long blonde hair out of her face and gazed intently into her deep green eyes. He began to lean in, inching closer and closer, when Rachel broke the stare, and backed up abruptly.
"I-I can't." Rachel almost whimpered.
"Why not?" Ross's smile faltered.
"I'm-I'm seeing someone." Rachel flinched as Ross's smile broke altogether.
I'll continue depending on feedback, and I hope you all liked it! If you have any suggestions, please feel free to leave them here.
rossandrachelforever