Hey y'all! I had this idea hit me at work today. I know someone else is doing an exes story but it's of them seeing Monica and Chandler after being married for years, so mine is a bit different. I'm doing the exes perspective right after the break up, and I'm including all the Friends' dates. It's not going to be all Mondler, R&R or Phoey unfortunately, so if you're looking for that, head over to my stories TOW All the Love or TOW the Unfinished Business. I wanted to branch out a bit and do something different. I'm not going to do all of Joey's brief dates because there are enough to do a whole different story just focused on them, but I will do the more important or significant ones.

Barry

He was devastatingly crushed. There was nothing worse than standing at the end of an aisle waiting, and waiting, and...waiting. And waiting some more...only to learn that your bride to be was not coming.

"Um, did you want to check on her?" the minister asked the maid of honor, Mindy.

"Yea, I'll do that," she said, hurrying back down the aisle and disappearing around the corner. Barry felt everyone staring at him. He started to sweat. He could see the bride's parents bickering with each other and waving their arms. Didn't they know where their daughter, Rachel, was? How could they not? Rachel's sisters were sitting in front of him, one of them snapping her gum and giving him a seductive look. Barry shivered. Maybe he was dodging a bullet here by not marrying into this family. He looked up when Mindy reappeared. The look on her face said it all before she even spoke.

"She's gone."

The crowd gasped. The minister slammed his Bible shut, making Barry jump, and tutted before walking away. Barry's best man sniggered. Mindy made her way towards Barry.

"I...I'm so sorry," she said, reaching out to touch his arm to comfort him.

"It's fine," Barry replied. It wasn't fine. Nothing was fine. He had just been stood up at the damn altar! Who does that?! He had never ever dreamed that Rachel Green would bail on this marriage. She loved him, well, his money and his job status, that much he knew, but she did love him too. He knew she did. So why had she bolted? He went into the men's room, dodging all the sympathetic guests who were trying to convey their sorrow for him. He didn't want to hear it. He stood before the mirror, leaning on the counter with his hands. Was there something wrong with him? Sure, his hair was thinning. He was getting older. Was he ugly? He turned his head from side to side. No. He was relatively okay looking. He wouldn't say ugly. He just wasn't drop dead gorgeous either. He sighed. Whatever Rachel had going on in her mind before she bolted, he guessed he would never know.

...

"Hey," Mindy said, knocking. Barry was changed back into his regular clothes and getting ready to go home.

"Hey," he replied. He spied the plane tickets for the honeymoon he was supposed to be going on in Aruba.

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm surviving," he smiled weakly. Mindy saw the tickets too. She suddenly had a great idea. Maybe it was wrong, but it would certainly help to cheer him up.

"Wanna go on a trip?" she asked, gesturing. Barry laughed.

"How weird would that be?" he countered. "I don't think so."

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun! It'll take your mind off things," she urged.

"I doubt it," he snorted. "It's our honeymoon trip. It's got Rachel written all over it."

"Well, maybe I could help get her out of your head," Mindy suggested. Barry looked at her. Was she alluding to something? She blushed.

"You really think that would help?" he asked. A part of him was very curious to see where this would go. She brightened, seeing that he was caving.

"Of course! It's worth a try anyway," she smiled. Barry fingered the tickets. Well, Rachel had dumped him at the altar. Why not have some fun?

"What the hell," he said. "Let's go on a trip!"

Carol

She felt Ross's absence like a hole in her heart. She sat down on the sofa, feeling the words echoing off the walls from their last conversation. She had hurt him deeply. That she knew. A part of her felt really bad, but the other part felt so relieved that it was finally out there. She was finally being true to herself. She was in love with a woman. Susan. She smiled, thinking about Susan. They had so much fun together. Then her mind traveled over to think about Ross, and her good feeling went away and was immediately replaced with guilt. If only she had been able to find this out about herself before marrying him and hurting him. She bit her nails. Would he ever forgive her? Would he ever be okay again? Would he find someone else to love and who would love him back just as fiercely? That was the thing about Ross. He loved so fiercely and passionately. Yes, he would get jealous here and there, and Carol hoped to God that Ross would work on that before dating someone else, but otherwise, Ross was a helluva guy. Carol felt nauseous suddenly. She guessed it was her nerves. However, she got to thinking, and she realized that she had been feeling unwell for a few days now, not just today. She tapped her fingers on the arm of the sofa. When had her last period been? She thought hard. She gulped. She couldn't remember. Quivering, she stood and grabbed her purse. She needed to know right now.

...

After purchasing the pregnancy test and staring at it for an hour, Carol finally parked her keister on the toilet and awkwardly urinated on the stick. She set it on the counter and waited. Her mind wandered as she waited. How would she tell Ross that she was having their baby? He was going to be freaked right out she just knew it. What bad timing this was. Then again, if they had already had a baby together, would she have been brave enough to pursue what she knew was meant for her? Would she have been honest with herself and given herself what she wanted and needed? Maybe, maybe not. She'd never know. The timer went off, indicating it was showtime. With trembling hands, she picked up the pregnancy test and looked at it.

Positive.

"Oh boy," she whispered.

Paul the Wine Guy

He was humming to himself as he prepared dinner, smiling over at the woman who was lying on his couch. He felt smug. Two women in two nights. That was the best feeling ever. Something niggled at his brain, though. He couldn't help but think about Monica and how fun she had been. And smart. And cute. Had he made a mistake? He paused, knife and celery hanging midair.

"Everything all right?" Jess asked. Or was it Jackie? Jeanine?

"Um, yea. All good," he answered, getting back to chopping. His thoughts wandered over to Monica again. Damn. Why was she stuck in there? Was it guilt? Or was it just that he really had enjoyed her company and was now with someone less intelligent and bit silly? Her friends were an odd bunch, he had to admit. The way they were all right there when he went into her apartment. At least she had friends. What did he have? He shook his head hard. He felt a little bad, using the line of "I couldn't have sex until I met you," but she had bought it. Hook, line, and sinker. This girl was going to too. Just like all the other women before had. Paul wasn't sure how to feel about this.

"I would love to help," the girl whose name started with the letter J said. She came up behind him and pressed against him. Well, who could argue with that? All thoughts of Monica were gone. Just like that. It was time for the line.

...

He saw her walking the next day. Monica. She looked a little sad. He had heard through the grape vine that Frannie had told her about his line. He wished he could feel a little guiltier, but he couldn't. Monica's eyes suddenly met his, and he froze, but she kept on walking, not even acting as though she saw him. Perhaps she didn't even see him. Maybe it was all in his head. He knew the damage was done, that he could never try again. She would never trust him. He deserved to not have her. She deserved better. He was a lonely, bitter soul who couldn't afford to give real love a chance. He hoped she would find someone to love her the way she deserved. As he watched her go, he knew that guy would be a lucky son of a bitch. He went to look at the time and realized that his watch was gone. He thought for a moment, trying to track where it would be. Then it hit him. He had left it at Monica's. He looked up to see her disappear around the corner. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that she had smashed his watch.

Well? Is it worth continuing? I also ask that you guys don't make predictions because 1. It ruins the surprise and 2. If you suggest I do something and it's my original idea to begin with, it looks like it's not my idea anymore and I'm using someone else's. Thanks!