Disclaimer: I don't own them

Disclaimer: I don't own them. 'nuff said.

Ross and Chandler are sophomores at NYU. Monica and Rachel are freshmen at NYU. Ross and Rachel are not going out and Monica and Chandler HATE each other. Rachel and Monica live in Monica's apt. And Ross and Chandler live across the hall. Ross and Rachel are BEST friends. Rachel is closer to Ross then she is to Monica. Ross is dating this girl names Shelby. Rachel is dating this guy named Todd. Rachel and Todd are really serious. Ross and Shelby are serious, but not as close at Rachel and Todds relationship.

So enough of my babbling and on with the show

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Rachel glanced at the clock in Central Perk.

6:00.

"Quitten time" she thought.

She unwrapped herself from the apron and grabbed her backpack. As she trudged up the 6 flights of stairs, a thought came to her.

"How am I gonna finish 2 reports, 1 biography, and read 2 chapters from the book from hell, Lord of the Flies?"

As she opened the door to apartment 20, the overwhelming smell of apple pie reminded her of how long it had been since she ate, about 6 hours. Her stomach was churning with pain.

"Hey Mon, I'm home."

"Hey" Monica, her best friend and roommate, said as she came out of her room.

"Are you hungry?"

"You know it" Rachel replied.

Monica walked over to the kitchen and put a biscuit, mashed potatoes, with gravy, green beans, and ribs on a plate. Then she pulled an apple pie from the over. Rachel knew her friend all too well.

"Mon, what's wrong?" Rachel patronized.

"Nothing." Even though Monica knew Rachel knew her too well to fall for that.

Rachel knew Monica only cooked this much when something was going on.

"Monica." Rachel warned.

"Ok, promise not to tell ANYONE."

"I promise..."

"Ok, well I think…" Monica trailed off.

"Yeah..." Rachel encouraged.

"Ithinkilikechandler."

There she said, a bit fast for Rachel to comprehend, but she still said it.

"Oh, wow."

"I know."

"No, I mean I think I like Chandler too." Rachel said.

"Really?" Monica frantically asked.

"No. I just wanted to see your reaction. But, wow, are you sure? I thought you hated that guy.

"I thought I did too, but the other night, he hugged me goodbye, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Like, I just got on a rollar coaster, or something. And I think, it just kind of hit me, like a ton of bricks."

"That's great! Aww honey. You two would be so cute together." Rachel squeeled.

"Yeah, I think so too!"

"I just can't believe it."

"Believe what?" Phoebe asked as she walked in.

"Monica likes Chandler." Rachel said matter-of-factly.

"RACHEL!!" Monica yelled.

"Oh, c'mon, it Phoebe."

"Yeah, its Phoebe."

She did have a point there. Phoebe was a bit of a blabbermouth.

"Yeah, I'm Phoebe, and I'm right here." Phoebe said cutting in.

"Sorry." They apologized in unison.

Rachel looked at her backpack and sighed as she remembered all the homework she had. She picked up the bag and started rifling though it.

"Hey have either of you read Lord of the Flies?" Rachel said, still milling though her book bag.

"Nope, sorry Rach." Phoebe said.

"Sorry sweetie, but I think Ross has." Rachel heard Monica say.

"Ok, thanks."

With that Rachel jumped up and went out the door.

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Rachel walked across the hall and into apartment 19 without knocking, like normal.

"Hey Ross, did you read Lor…" Rachel started.

She stopped dead in her tracks; this was not the sight she wanted to see. Ross and Shelby, half naked on the sofa.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa…I am sooo sorry." Rachel sputtered.

She could see their cheeks getting red and she could feel hers getting hot with embarrassment. Ross and Shelby were speechless. There was a long uncomfortable pause.

"Umm, I'm just gonna go now." Rachel stammered.

She left the apartment and closed the door.

"Wow, that was not something I wanted to see." She laughed to herself.

Then she poked her head in the door once more, making sure she covered her eyes.

"Hey, next time you decide to have sex on the couch, could you have the decency to lock the door." Rachel joked.

"Ha Ha, very funny." Ross shot back sarcastically.

And with that Rachel turned on her heels and left the embaressed couple stunned on the couch.

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"This has got to be THE worst date in history." Chandler Bing thought to himself.

"For 2 hours straight this girl has talked non-stop. Dear Lord! What does a person have to do to make this girl shut up?" Chandler wondered.

He glanced at his watch. 10:00.

"You know what, Grace, I'm afraid I lost track on time and I have to go." He lied.

"Really?"

"Yeah I'm sorry. But I had a great time." He lied again.

"Yeah, me too."

"All righty then, bye bye now."

Chandler grabbed his coat, put a 50 dollar bill on the table and practically ran out.

"Don't you want my number?" He heard her call to him.

"Free at last, Free at last." He chuckled to himself.

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Ross was lost in her eyes. Her perfect blue eyes. They were like the ocean. Blue and bright. He felt her hair. Her long, dirty blond hair. So smooth and soft.

Rachel.

Ross quickly opened his eyes and sat up.

"Rachel?" he thought out loud.

No, he did not love Rachel. He couldn't. She was his friend…his BEST friend.

He didn't love Rachel. Did he?

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She had found the one. Todd was the man that Rachel knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She wanted him to be the father of her children. She knew it. He was the one. She loved him. She loved him.

"I love him." Rachel though out loud.

She closed her eyes. She was so lucky. Life was so simple.

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Monica lay in her bed, trying to sleep, but with no success. Instead she just closed her eyes and imagined.

Chandler.

Monica.

Chandler and Monica.

Monica and Chandler.

Mrs. Chandler Bing.

"I need help." Monica said as she threw her pillow over her head.

The End…for now.