Takes place during second season, when Ross is going out with Julie and Rachel is miserable.
This came out of nowhere… I think I just needed to write some random RR story.
Ooh hey! I wrote a whole fricking SCENE for TOI Atlantic City! Awoohoo!
Disclaimer: Don't own them, not one bit. Shucks. :secretly steals Chandler and moves to a deserted island: Forget Monica, he's all mine!
This is all the way to victims of the earthquake in Pakistan, and to the families of those who died.
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"Wear and Tear"
I don't understand.
Three weeks ago, he was Ross. A great guy, one of my best friends, someone I could depend on, someone I could laugh with, someone who always had a shoulder to cry on when pain got too hard to bear inside. How did my sweet, charming, wonderful friend turn into the perfect man that was so close, and yet so far?
Now, he's Ross. I can't explain it; it's like trying to explain the difference between a brand new sweatshirt and an old, ragged one. The new one may be prettier; it might smell of cleanliness and freshness, but the old one smells of love and history and comfort. It's like having a friend wrapped around you, and when the sleeves are a little too long, that's okay; you don't roll them up, you let them fall over your hands.
My problem is, I can't decide which sweatshirt matches which Ross.
Is the new Ross, the handsome, smart, funny, sexy Ross, the new sweatshirt, with its fresh smell and new feeling? Or is the new Ross the equivalent of the beaten-up old sweatshirt that, despite its tattered appearance, is more comforting, is better, than the new sweatshirt?
I won't know until he's mine, in the same way that he's Julie's. But I can't break them up, I won't do that to him, because I love him- and he is so happy.
But wouldn't he be happier with me?
Since when did Ross equal love, anyway? I just want to go back to being his friend. To not being in love with him, to being happy, maybe being with Paolo or Barry-
No, I don't want to go back, not with them, not with any of them. I want to go forward, and with only one person, but he doesn't want to go forward with me.
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:hugs Rachel: I always mentally hug her when Julie comes up. And btw, old sweatshirts ROCK, and Ross is so totally an old sweatshirt, at least for Rachel.
Doctor Weir is stealing all the shirts::random comment: