Hey guys this is my first story in a long time…so please forgive me for any mistakes.
This takes place six months after the series ended, Rachel did not get off the plane, and…well here we are.
"What a bitch" Monica exclaimed slamming her cell phone shut. She was careful to mute her voice as to not wake her 6 month old twins.
"Rachel?" Chandler guessed, walking into their cozy den where Monica was seated staring out the window.
"Gee how did you guess?" Monica snipped sarcastically. "You know, I just don't get it, one minute she's calling all the time, and the next shes just gone. Its like she's walked out of our damn likes Chandler."
Chandler took a seat next to his wife who was still staring out the window, his voice grew soft, sensing that deep down, underneath all the aggravation his wife was missing their friend, "Hey maybe she's just been busy, I mean she's out there dealing with Emma, in a strange country with a hectic job. I'm sure she'll come around in time"
Monica turned her head to face him dejected, tears welling up in her eyes "Its been four months. Are you telling me that she hasn't had just one minute to give her best friend a call? Besides, she hasn't spoken to Ross or her Mother either." Monica paused to laugh "You know, I don't even know whether I should be worried or pissed off"
Chandler smirked, he had to admit he was wondering what was going on with their friend as well. Rachel was known to be a little selfish, sure but this was pushing it even for her.
After a few minutes of sitting in silence Monica sat up from her spot and pulled Chandler up by the arm " Well, Mr. Bing lets get you packed, Georgia comes early I guess"
"Will she be coming 'round the mountain when she comes" Chandler laughed at his own pathetic joke, as Monica shot him a look.
Meanwhile in Paris, Rachel sat alone in her stylish apartment. Life had been hard for her since she left New York months ago, but everyday things seemed to get a little bit easier.
When first moving Rachel, was scared, excited, felt butterflies you name it, all of the feelings of a new relationship, if you want to think of it in that way, but now the courtship was growing sour.
Rachel had been missing home a lot lately, she missed New York, she missed her family, but most of all she missed her friends. Sure she had made friends in Paris, she had even gone on a few dates. She was actually seeing a man up until a month ago. He was nice, tall and blonde, he had all the makings of a movie star hunk…a real Brad Pitt type-Pre Mr. and Mrs. Smith Pitt.
He was even wealthy. Rachel had really enjoyed his company, and it seemed that the two were getting serious- well as serious as she could get being that her heart belonged in New York. Everything was going find until he found out, and ran.
"Who could blame him" Rachel mumbled out loud with her thoughts.
She felt alone. Sure she had Emma, but in a city on her own, the 20 month old baby proved to me little help.
Rachel put her head in her hands and began to rock back and fourth "I'm so damn stupid. So fucking stupid" she said out loud to herself. Rachel began to reflect upon the fact that she cut off all ties with her life in New York four months ago. Rachel couldn't believe it had been four whole months.
To this day she couldn't explain why she had done it. One day, after telling Monica she would be home for Thanksgiving, she just cut off all times. It was new the beginning of December, and thanksgiving had come and gone- without Rachel. Everyone had tried to contact her, calls daily, even to this day. Why, just a few minutes ago Monica had given her a call.
Monica. Her best friend. She missed her so much and now she was afraid to talk to her.
After Rachel found out she couldn't face any of her friends or family. Not her Mother, not Phoebe, or Monica her best friend. Not even Ross, the father of her child, the only man she had ever loved.
Her heart ached for him. She is still reminded daily of that last night they spent together, and how stupid she had been for leaving. She wondered if things would be different now, maybe they could have been together. If Rachel had realized just how much he meant to her, she would have stayed. None of this even touches the emotion she felt about taking Emma away from him. She was actually surprised that Ross hadn't taken some kind of legal action to see their child. She supposed it was coming though. Rachel's life had quickly become a mess, and she didn't know how to fix it.
She needed a change though, as she glanced around the bare apartment she hoped she was doing the right thing. She slowly got up, and made her way into her barely used kitchen, pulling plane tickets off of the counter.
Rachel was going home.
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