Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me (if they did I wouldn't be posting stories here!!) but to Crane, Kauffman and Bright. This is just for entertainment.

The others aren't in this so much, but if u want, I'll try to include them in the chapters to come.
This is purely fictional...and doesn't pick up after any events on the show..this fic just uses characters from Friends...on with the fic.I know it's short, it's just the beginnig


        He was my best friend and all those years he had helped me getting through difficult times of my life, like my parents' death. But soon, it would all be over. He would go, get married and have children with his girlfriend. Sandra. Just thinking about her was making me shiver. I couldn't stand her.
I guess it all started when I got my job at Ralph Lauren. Sandra was my assistant, and we became friends right away. She was the kind of woman who would date men just for sex and she was getting tired of her lifestyle. Soon after her 'change', I introduced her to my best friend Ross. He was my rock, my shelter. If I had known what I know now, I would never have introduced them. Ross, Sandra and I were inseparable, until she made a move on him. I never knew how much he meant to me until he was taken away from me. She took him away. The first months when they were dating, everything was fine. I was jealous, but I never said anything. When they moved in together, I couldn't hold it any longer. I had to tell him about my feelings for him and tell him what kind of girl Sandra really was.
I'll never forget the look on his face when I told him the truth about his girlfriend. He was hurt, angry, sad. He became really angry when I told him that I was in love with him. He told me how he never dared to act on his feelings for me because he thought it would have hurt me. Tears began to fill up my eyes when I realized that he had loved me all those years. I began to see things differently and I kept playing memories in my head. It was always the same : Ross' look whenever I came back from a date. At that time, I never payed much attention to that look, but when I look back, I realize that it was sadness. He was hurt.
It was their wedding night and I was home, curled up on the couch, trying not to cry. I had received an invitation a month ago, but decided not to go because it would hurt me to see them get married. It was around midnight that I heard a light knock on the door. I was surprised when I opened the door to see Ross standing there. He was wearing his tuxedo and he was looking like a mess. I stood there, my eyes red from crying, being unable to say anything. I was hoping it was a sign of some sort.

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