A story of Friends: Chapter 1
By, Stephanie
AN: I know I said I was going to stop writing, but I found out that I have some time so here I go.
All you need to know is that the group had split up before season 1 ended. They have all moved on with their lives. It's been 6 years, so the story will take place now(2000).
Chapter 1: Ross' Story
Ross walked into the amusement park with his son, Ben. His life was a wreck. Ever since 1994, his life had been so lonely. The only people he would converse with were Carol, Susan, and Ben. Occasionally, he would talk to Monica, but she lived in Chicago. That was too far from where he was. His life was in Rome now. He remembered when Carol and Susan told him they were moving away; Ross had to choose to stay with his friends or follow his son. He was planning on staying in New York until that one night. That night was the worst night he had been through, and being able to live through it, amazed him. He remembered...
"Daddy, can we do on a ride now? We haven't done anything yet, and I'm bored," Ben asked interrupting Ross' thoughts.
"Sure, Ben. Where would you like to go first?"
Ben pointed to a roller coaster, "That one."
Ross laughed, "I think you are too small for that one, how about we go to the kiddy rides."
"But, I don't wanna," Ben cried.
"Ben! Do I have to take you home?" Ross replied in a stern voice.
"No, fine lets go to the KIDDY rides."
"That's better."
Ross and Ben spent the day going on rides, playing games, and eating junk food. A typical father and son outing. Ross laughed at the thought. He remembered when he and his dad used to go out on father son days. Mom would always beg them to eat healthy, but with dad, that would never happen. He was all about having fun. Ross was glad he got to experience having fun with his dad, and that he could do the same thing for his son. Ben was a spoiled kid. He had love from three parents and he would always get what he wanted. Usually with Carol and Susan, Ross felt he could resist his sons temptations, but he was just as guilty as the rest. Ben had a face that you couldn't say no to. Ross hated that, but he also cherished it.
"Ok, Ben, time to go home."
"Daddy, I don't wanna go home yet. I wanna live here. Can we move here, daddy?"
"I don't think your mommies would like that. Ben, it's time to go. Mommy Carol has supper waiting for us."
When Ross moved to Rome, he had nowhere to stay. Carol offered that he moved in with her and Susan until he found a job and could afford to live someplace else. After a while, living with them had become habit. Ben loved it. He was able to see his dad every day, and his mommies too. He would always ask Ross why he didn't sleep with his mommies, because his friends moms and dads would sleep together. Ross would always reply saying three don't fit in a bed. He didn't know what else to tell his curious 5 year old son. The truth? Ross laughed at that. There's a story for the papers.
Ben and Ross walked in the house to see Susan working be the fire, and Carol cooking in the kitchen. How domestic, he thought. Ross walked in the dimly lit room. The couch was white as were the walls. Everything in this house matched and was in perfect order. It reminded him of Monica, and how if you moved one magnet, you were dead. The last time he talked with her was three weeks ago. Everything in her life seemed fine, or at least that was what she said. She seemed sad on the phone, but didn't want to day anything, His thoughts went back to the horrifying night. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and it had been almost 6 years. The night was vivid in his mind. He would never forget what happened.....
"Ross, can you set the table?" Carol asked. That was the second time his thoughts had been interrupted today. He thought he should right in a diary or a journal at least. Then, no one would interrupt his thoughts, and he would be able to look back. Ross thought that could be a great idea. Living in a house with two women and a kid was hectic. Ross, found himeself with less of a life everyday.
"Ross, earth to ROSS!!" Carol yelled.
"Sorry, I'll set the table now." Ross replied.
"Thank you. That's all I ask."
Ha! Ross thought. She asked a lot more than that. Ross let it go though. He didn't feel like arguing with her. He did that enough with Susan. He and Susan, after 6 years, could still not get along. It was as if they were Joey and Pacey from Dawson's Creek. With two women in the house, Ross was made to watch some girly shows. He missed just hanging with the guys. Drinking beer, going to hockey games, and going to the movies was perfect. Now, he was spending his time with two women and raising his son. His life wasn't what he wanted it to be. Except for being with Ben. Ben made him happy. He was the only person Ross lived for.
"Ross, when you are done setting the table, can you fold the laundry?" Susan asked.
"Yeah, I guess I can go that," Ross replied annoyed. What was he? Mr. Mom #3?
Ross entered the laundry room and began folding. What a life, he thought. He resumed to folding and just though about Rachel. He missed her most. What he hated most was that he never got to have a chance with her. The night he had built up courage to tell her how he felt, was the same night where all of their lives changed. Ross wondered what happened to Rachel. He wondered if she was still living on her own or if she caved and moved in with her parents. He didn't think he would ever know.
"Ross, there is a letter for you from the United States." Carol yelled from the kitchen
" Who's it from?" he asked.
"It doesn't say. You'll have to read and find out."
Ross thought it was weird that someone had written him. No one really knew where he was. Ross walked into the kitchen and opened the letter. He read it, and a smile formed.
To Be Continued....
Next to come: Chapter 2: Rachel's story. Sorry if it sucks now, it will get better.(I hope) Anyway, I'll try to have the next part up tomorrow. If not, it probably won't be up until next weekend. Please review.
