Chapter 1: Ross

"Your beautiful eyes stare right into my eyes." –Taylor Swift, "Beautiful Eyes"

"Ross," she moaned my name. It was the sweetest sound I've ever heard. I kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her eyes, and finally her lips. Those lips; they were softer then I could imagine. My tongue entered her mouth and I savored the taste of her as much as possible. She tore her mouth from mine and turned us over putting her on top of me. She kissed my neck and trailed her hand up my shirt painfully slow. She pulled it over my head swiftly and brought her mouth to my ear. Softly she whispered, "I want you now." I was sold. I roughly flipped her onto her back. A giggle escaped from her mouth. The sound was so girlishly melodic. I smiled. Her arms wrapped around my neck, causing her lips to crash down onto mine. Within seconds I removed her shirt and pants. As she undid my pants I suddenly realized I had no idea where we were. I looked around at my surroundings; wherever we were, it was pitch black. All I could see was her. All I wanted to see was her. I looked back down at the girl underneath me. Her eyes were so blue and her olive skin was glowing. I buried my nose in her neck and hair taking in her scent. She sighed. I felt her breath tickle my skin. I brought my mouth back down to hers and started removing the last few articles of clothing between us. Just as I was about to look at her, she whispered "Ross, honey… it's time to wake up." I looked at her in confusion as she repeated the same sentence. An obnoxious buzzing began to fill the space we were in. I looked beneath me. She was still smiling but slowly started falling into nothing. And then….

"Honey wake up! You don't want to be late for school, and hit the snooze button on that obnoxious alarm clock."

"Sure thing, Mom," I absentmindedly slapped my hand against the alarm clock on my bedside table silencing it. I buried my face in my pillow trying to go back to sleep to finish that amazing dream of mine. When my attempt failed, I dragged myself from my bed down to the bathroom. Beat her again, I thought with a smug smile on my face. I stripped down to nothing then adjusted the water to my liking. I stepped in letting the warm water wash over me. I closed my eyes and thought of my dream girl. I tried to imagine the end of my dream. Inevitably it led to us having sex. I smiled at the thought. My thoughts continued to wander but were rudely interrupted by an incessant pounding coming from the other side of the door.

"Hurry up butt munch!" She began pounding again. I couldn't think of anything insulting enough to call her back. Now that she lost her weight, Monica barely resembled the whale she once was. In the end I settled for a "Bite me!"

I turned off the water and stepped out looking in the mirror at myself. I tried to drown out my bratty little sister's whining to my mother about me taking all her bathroom time. Just to piss her off even more I took my time shaving, brushing my teeth, and styling my hair. After taking a good twenty-five minutes of pissing off my sister, I exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and a smirk on my face. "Finally, you girl!" Monica yelled before slamming the bathroom door. I laughed to myself and continued the walk back up to my room. After dressing in a navy blue t-shirt and jeans I journeyed to kitchen for some breakfast. I entered it to find my mother cooking and my dad at the table reading the paper and a plate of untouched eggs, toast, and bacon in front of him. The aroma of the meat cooking filled my nose. My mother turned and met my eyes giving me a cheery smile.

"Good morning dear! What would you like for breakfast?" This morning she was extra cheery. Creepy.

"I'll just have some eggs. Thanks." I sat down at the table across from my dad. Silence filled the room and I allowed my thoughts to wander.

I stepped into the school alone as usual. I walked past the various numbers of cliques that filled the halls, trying to remain as invisible as possible. I opened up my locker and began stuffing my books inside of it. "Well hey there, Geller!" I ignored the voice. "Well aren't you gonna say good morning?" He pushed me forward into my open locker. As much as I wanted to run I didn't. I gritted my teeth and retrieved my books for my geology class. I shut my locker and began walking the other way only to be pushed back into the row of lockers. I looked down avoiding eye contact. "What? Are ya gonna cry?" He and his followers laughed. I looked up and met his eyes. His were confident; mine I'm sure were weak.

"No." I said barely above a whisper. He smirked and laughed again. He balled up his hand into a fist getting ready to punch me in my stomach. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the blow. Just as he almost connected I heard a yell.

"Chip! What the hell are you doing?" I opened my eyes. It was her. "What is your problem?" She asked angered. I looked up at Chip. His neck was turned to look at her, his arm frozen just inches from my abdomen. His army of jocks had moved behind him also looking at her. It took me awhile to realize most of the hall was watching the whole scene play out. I moved my eyes back to her.

"I wasn't doin' anything! I was just messin' with the guy." Chip lowered his fist back to down his side and turned to face his…girlfriend. She stood there with her hands on her hips, and an eyebrow raised. Anger flooded her eyes and her mouth became a hard line. I couldn't stop staring at her light brown hair and her adorable ski slope nose. Chip must have noticed my gaze on her because for no reason he knocked my books out of my hand causing a loud bang on the floor and papers flew out around my feet.

"Oh my gosh!" She threw her hands up in defeat. As much as I wanted to look at her again, I kept my eyes on the floor.

"Are you looking at her?" I could smell his breath. It smelled of pizza. Disgusting. His face must have been only inches from mine, but I don't know for sure. My head was still down.

"Ok, you know what? That's enough. Just leave him alone now." She came in between us putting her small hands on his chest. She pushed backwards, away from me.

"Come on, Rach," he grabbed her arm but she immediately pulled it out of his grasp.

"You go. I don't feel like being around you right now." He glared at her and began walking away, his pack followed close behind. I brought my eyes back to her. Her back was still to me; I watched her shoulders rise and fall as she sighed. She ran a hand through her shiny hair and turned around to face me. Her lips formed an apologetic smile as she moved towards me. She stopped just a few feet away. She was almost close enough that I could touch her. God, I wanted to touch her. "I'm so sorry about that." I stood there, watching her look at me. I didn't know how to respond. I searched my head for the right words, any words. Nothing. Finally something came to me.

"Don't- don't worry about it." Smooth, Ross! Way to stutter. I bent down and began picking my papers up stuffing them back into my book. I could feel her gaze on me. I quickly rose back up to my feet and nervously stood in front of her. I tried everything to avoid her eyes. I had no idea what I would do if I stared into them for too long.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was so sincere. I looked back down at my shoes. "Ross?" She placed her hand on my arm. My eyes shot to it. I could feel the heat of it against my skin even through my shirt. I moved my eyes back to hers and nodded. "Ya sure?" She asked with a small chuckle. Say something idiot! But I couldn't. My throat felt thick and my tongue felt as if it had swelled up to twice its size. I gave her a smile and nodded again. She just stared at me again cocking one eyebrow up in the most adorable of ways. "Ok," she said unsure. "I'll see you around then." She squeezed my arm before walking away. I sunk into the lockers and watched her walk to class. Her hips swayed perfectly from side to side and her hair bounced with every step. I touched my arm where she did and smiled. Rachel Green touched my arm. Rachel Green looked at me. Rachel Green touched my arm. Rachel Green stood up for me. Rachel Green touched my arm. The bell rang. As I walked to class I went over every single detail of the event that just took place.

The sixth period bell rang signaling lunch. I slowly walked to the cafeteria with my bagged lunch in hand. I looked towards the table I usually sat at in the back corner. It was empty. Usually I sat with my friend, Will, but today he was unfortunately absent. I made my way over to the table, tossed my bag down onto the round table and sat in one of the two plastic red chairs. As I began eating my sandwich, I kept my gaze by the entrance, hoping to see Will come walking in late. After about six minutes I gave up on that idea and resumed eating alone. My eyes scanned the room looking for some source of entertainment. It only took me a few seconds to find her. She was standing at the end of the table talking to someone to the left of her giving me the perfect view of her smile. It wasn't long before her eyes caught mine. At first her face was expressionless but was soon covered by a grin. I weakly smiled back at her. Before I knew it she was walking towards me. I looked down at my table and picked up the remains of my sandwich. I stuffed them into the brown bag and pushed it aside. My palms grew sweaty just at the thought of her talking to me again. My mind began racing with thoughts of what I should say; if I should say anything at all. Soon my thoughts were only racing with the image of her. I drifted back off to that dream. I found myself lost. "Hi," her voice brought me back. I cleared my throat.

"Uh hey," I smiled nervously up at her not sure of what to do next. So I settled for looking up at her.

"Can I sit down?" I nodded. She took the seat next to me, her back facing the rest of the lunch room. I searched my head for something to say but found nothing. We sat in silence for a few minutes before she broke it. "So how are you?" I could've thought of that.

"Umm I'm good. How are you doing?" I said a little louder than needed. She laughed. I made Rachel Green laugh.

"I'm pretty good myself. I just wanted to apologize again for earlier. Chip can be a real ass sometimes," I looked back down at my hands in my lap, then back at her.

"It's fine don't worry about it," I looked away shyly. The silence fell around the table again and the only thing I could hear was the blended conversations of the other teenagers. I was expecting her to get up and leave at any second but to my surprise she began speaking again.

"So, have you decided what college you're going to go to?" She asked with a small smile. She was leaning silently towards me as if she were interested in my answer.

"Why are you talking to me?" the smile was gone. She looked at me shocked. My question shocked myself too. I wasn't expecting that to come out and so defensively too. The first time the girl of my dreams (literally) acknowledges me twice in one day I act like an ass. Why couldn't have I just settled for the easy answer and said NYU.

"What?" Her tone didn't match her face; she sounded hurt, not shocked.

"Why are you talking to me?" What? I looked down and rolled my eyes in frustration.

"I… I don't know. You were looking at me and I saw you sitting here by yourself so I thought maybe I'd just come talk to you." Her voice was nervous and she began playing with her hands. "I'm sorry," her voice was small. "I'll just go then," she started to get up but I grabbed her arm in hopes of keeping her with me just a little longer.

"No! I'm sorry," She looked up at me with apologetic eyes. "I…I just …" I couldn't figure out where this sentence was going. "I'm sorry." The small smile was back.

"It's ok," she said in a whisper and chills went up my back. A whisper from her, and she sent chills up my back. Only Rachel.

"It's just you never really uh… talked to me before. I mean I'm just Monica's geeky older brother and well you're…" I trailed off, taking in her small features set on her flawless skin. I settled my eyes on hers. "You're Rachel." The smile on her face grew and she began playing with her hair.

"Yeah," she said barely in a whisper. Again, chills. Her eyes moved from mine down to the table. I didn't know what to say this time. It was pleasantly awkward but I wanted to hear her voice again.

"Umm I'm uhh," I cleared my throat again; "I'm going to NYU for college."

"Oh! Well that's- that's great!" she placed her hands on mine and goose bumps soon covered my arms. "Do you know what you want to major in yet?" Her hands were still on mine.

"Yeah, paleontology I think. It sounds lame I know, but I like it so…"

"Well as long as you enjoy it," the look she was giving me was too much. Her eyes were wide and her smile genuine. Her body was leaning into the table and her hands were still on mine. I just smiled at her. I caught her staring at me. Soon she was scooting her body closer to mine. I looked at her in slight disbelief. This is definitely just another dream, I thought.

"Ross?" her voice was soft. My throat returned to being thick like it was this morning. I looked down at her unable to find my voice. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could the bell rang. Lunch was over and so was our moment. She closed her eyes and her shoulders slumped in defeat; an action I found strange. Was she…disappointed like I was? I kept my gaze on her though waiting to see what she'd do next. She squeezed my hands before saying "I'll see you later." Like that her back was to me. Before she left, she looked at me one last time with those beautiful blue eyes. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip in an innocently sexy way and I wanted to die. Then she was gone and I was alone again. I looked at the spot where she was sitting next to me. I smiled to myself and got up to go my next class.