First of all, I want to ask everyone whomever may read this story, do you happen to know how to write a successful fanfict? If so, don't hesitate to message me with tips. I know I have yet to finish a story that wasn't a oneshot, but I always end up losing interest in whatever I'm writing. So please help.
Disclaimer: I do not own friends, I wish though. Nor do I own these awesome characters!
Plot: Rachel just broke up with Ross for the millionth time because of having the same argument over and over again, while Monica and Chandler broke up (though I'm not sure why), a trip to the bar has some unexpected twists (though the readers probably will be expecting this.) All friends are included. Please read and review!
Rachel pulled at her hair in frustration. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you again!" She paced around, then started biting her finger nail. "Nothing ever happened between me and Mark! You should know that!"
Ross glared at her. "Oh, really?! I know how he was staring at you! He's in love with you and probably has been since he first saw you!"
"I.. I can't do this again.." she said after a moment of silence. She grabbed her jacket from the coat rack, quickly slipping it on. "I.. we can talk more when I have calmed down a bit.." she stormed out of the apartment.
After walking around for a bit, she found herself walking into the bar. She ordered a vodka, then once the bartender handed her the drink, she started drinking, trying to ease her pain. She glanced around the room, until her eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting in the corner by himself. She grabbed her drink, then walked over to join him. "Hey, this seat taken?" She asked sitting down.
Chandler glanced at her. "Now it is," he grinned, then went back to drinking.
An awkward silence passed between them, until she decided to break it. "So why are you here?" She asked curiously. "And how long have you been here?" She took another drink.
He shrug. "Had a fight with Monica," he answered. "So I've been here for the past hour. What about you?"
She sighed. "I just had the same argument with Ross that we've had for what seems like forever."
He sighed. "He still thinks Mark wants to sleep with you?" He rolled his eyes, then went back to drinking.
They talked for the next hour in a half. "Let's head back to the apartment now," Chandler suggested, staggering to his feet. He helped her up.
She stood up, nearly falling. She grabbed his hand for support, but slipped down anyways jerking him down on top of her. "I'm so sorry," Rachel laughed.
Chandler chuckled. "Its alright."
They stayed like that for another few minutes, until Rachel reached up and pressed her lips to his. "Rach-" he protested, kissing her back.
Rachel woke up the next morning, her head throbbing in pain. "Ow!" She cried out. She slowly sat up. She glanced around realizing that she wasn't in her own room. She wanted to scream. Why was she here? She slowly stood up and put her clothes on in a hurry. She walked out of the room.
Chandler was in the living room pacing around.
She walked towards him. "Chandler?" She called out softly. "What just happened?" She asked, grabbing his arm to stop him from pacing. "Did we..?"
Chandler couldn't even meet her gaze, so he just glanced down at the floor. "Um.. I think so.. I am so sorry.."
She took a deep breath. "Sorry for what? It was both of our mistake." She said, then sat down in the barcalounger, biting her nail nervously. "Let's just pretend this never happened," she suggested.
He nodded. "That's a good idea. But what are we going to tell the others when they ask why we are acting weird when we're together?"
Rachel thought a moment. "We act normal around each other, I think we can do that!" She suggested.
Then the door opened and Ross walked in, followed by the others.
"Rach, you're up early," Monica spoke up. Then she walked over to Chandler. "About yesterday, I am so sorry about our argument." She said, wrapping an arm around him.
Chandler shrug. "Its alright." He said, hugging her back. "I am totally over it." When Monica wasn't looking, he exchanged a glance with Rachel. "Come on, Mon. Let's head home now."
Phoebe and Joey had been silently listening to them, when Phoebe spoke up. "So Rach, what's going on between you and Chandler? There's kind of a tension ora in here before we all came in."
Rachel just laughed nervously. "What? Nothing is going on between me and Chandler! He's just my confidante." She said, hoping they bought her story. She glanced over at Chandler.
Monica was smiling. "Well, he is a great listener!" She confirmed. "Come on, Chandler. Bye, guys!" She took him by the hand, then led him out of the apartment.
Rachel just bit her lower lip. No one could find out what they had done. Ever. "So, Ross, did you come to apologize to me?" She asked, crossing her arms.
Ross glanced at her. "Apologize to you? I know I get jealous over you and Mark, and then slept with that girl, but I have nothing to apologize for. We were on a break!" He turned away, and stormed off.
"You alright, Rach?" Joey asked, sitting down in the barcalounger.
Rachel nodded. "I'm okay," she answered.
Phoebe was staring at her. "What happened between you and Chandler? I'm not buying that story you told us."
She started to say something, but thought better of it. "Okay, fine. What I'm about to say stays in this room, got it!" She sighed when they both nodded, then took a deep breath. "Okay, then. I had a fight with Ross, right? After that I went to the bar where I ran into Chandler, apparently he had an argument with Monica." She paused. "Then I kind of may have slept with him.."
"What?!" Phoebe and Joey asked at the same time.
Rachel glanced at the floor. "Ross and Monica do not know about this, so shush and don't tell them!"
Author's Note: I kind of like the general idea for this story, but I want to know what y'all think of it. And please PM me any tips that you think I should know or need to work on. Comment, follow, favorite, or all three.
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