Dancing with Destiny
This one is supposed to take place a week or two after RnR break up. As you
know, Ross and Rachel have broken up and are still very upset with each
other, in fact, they hate each other. It is very interesting and fun. (I'm
not saying it's funny, but fun) ~ENJOY~ PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, NO FLAMES
PLEASE!
XOXOElizabethXOXO PS: I don't know the medical terms (Not to mention if the medical stuff in this fic is literally possible) and lots of the stuff may not add up right, but work with me! LOL.
"Rachel! You have been in your room since you saw Ross on that date with that Michelle girl! That's three days! How can you eat if you are in there?" Monica paused, pondering. "More importantly, where are you going to the bathroom?" Monica bellowed through Rachel's door. She pounded three more times. "OPEN UP! YOU HAVE TO COME OUT SOMETIME!" She yelled.
At a snail's pace, Rachel immerged from her room. She was a wreck. Why had she broken up with Ross again? Why did he have to break her heart? She looked at the empty apartment. Her and Monica sat down on the couch to unwind. Only three weeks ago she was happy. What had she done? She knew that she would be fine soon.
"Sweetie, you need to move on. He has another date tonight. You should go guy searching too." Monica tried to comfort. It didn't work.
"He Has A What?!" Rachel shouted. She started to hyperventilate. This was too much. Monica tried to undo her doings, but it didn't work. "Monica! He's moved on? He's going out on a DATE? Why? Why would he do that? He's supposed to be miserable, like, like me!" Rachel sobbed. "He's over me! Next week he'll be getting married! I haven't been this depressed since my dad passed away!" Rachel started distressing about petty things.
"Rachel! It's been three weeks! Ok? He HAS been suffering! It drove him crazy that it was over between you two! He needed to move on or it would kill him! Just calm down! It's one tiny, intsy-winsy date! Anyways, you ended it! He was willing to do anything!" Monica calmed herself. She knew how Rachel felt. She had just gone through the same stuff with Richard. She was being foolish to try and make Rachel understand. It would kill her if she saw Richard on a date. "Let's liven things up a bit. Come on, we'll do makeovers."
The clock read 8:00 pm. Rachel and Monica had just gotten done doing makeovers, pedicures, and manicures. They both looked extremely beautiful, even though they had to keep fixing Rachel's eye make up due to the wetness from her tears. Rachel decided it would be fun to "dress up" too. Monica went into Rachel's room and picked out a long formal dress for Rachel to wear, and Rachel picked out a shorter red dress for Monica. They both finished fastening their buckles on their shoes when they decided the next step was to go out on he town.
"We'll paint the town red!" Monica giggled.
"And get really drunk!" Suggested Rachel, seriously.
"And, we'll dance in Central Park at Midnight!" Monica giggled some more.
"And get really drunk!" Rachel laughed. "This is going to be.." But before she could finish, Ross stood in the kitchen. Rachel looked down. "I have to go get my purse." she concocted quickly. She entered her room and slammed it behind her.
"GREAT! After I finally get her to laugh, you show up!" Monica taunted in a sisterly manner. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I canceled my date. I'm not ready to date again yet." Ross weakly smiled. He wanted to move on, but something was holding him back. He wanted to be happy again, but he knew there was only one way that he would. Monica smiled at him.
"You need finality. You need to talk to her." Monica said softly. Rachel entered the living room. Ross stared at her from the couch as she walked by to get her drink off of the counter. "Rachel, Ross needs to talk to you." Monica nudged him to agree.
"She's right. We need to talk. This is too awkward." Ross sighed.
"What? This isn't awkward. I'm fine." Rachel said uncomfortably. "You know what's awkward?" Ross shook his head as she neared him. She held he drink over his head and proceeded to dump her whole drink on his head. ".Water in your shirt." She smiled triumphantly, and went back into her room. Ross stared at Monica who was laughing.
"See! She's impossible!" He raged.
"Ross, you slept with someone else." Monica started.
"But." Ross tried to object.
"No, listen, whether you were on a break or not, you slept with someone else. She's not going to welcome you with open arms. She obviously needs more time. You just need to talk to her."
"Do you think I haven't tried? I have tried more than a million times. She's just so stubborn. God I love her. I want to be with her. I just need to accept that it's not going to work." Ross felt himself feeling less confident than he did a couple hours ago. It was all over. "Just-just, tell her I do want to talk to her. Ok? Tell her, if she comes to her senses, to come over to my house, or at least call me." Ross left with his heart deeper into his stomach.
Monica looked around, and then yelled, "THE COAST IS CLEAR!" Rachel peeked her head out of her room.
"Okay, let's go!" Rachel chirped. Monica folded her arms and looked at Rachel. "What?"
"Rachel! You can't keep on acting like everything is fine. Now I KNOW you are dying inside right now!" Monica confronted. Rachel looked down at her shoes. She nodded slowly.
"Monica, as much as I want to be with him, I don't think he has realized how I see him now. He's a totally different person. I can't imagine him as 'sweet, caring, sensitive Ross,' now he's 'Ross, the pimp.' I can't forget it." Monica looked at Rachel's tear filled eyes.
"Can't you at least forgive?" Monica asked. Rachel nodded. "OH! Not now! Let's go Par-tay!" Monica let out a whop and grabbed her purse.
"Yea, and get really.really.DRUNK!" Rachel grabbed her purse and turned off the lights as they left.
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It was either o'clock that chandler entered the apartment for coffee. Monica was always up by 7:00 am making coffee, and he noticed that Monica was nowhere to be found, along with the coffee.
"Monica? Rachel?" Chandler called. He received a groan from Monica's room. Monica lay, diagonal across her bed, still in her outfit from the night before. "Monica? Are you ok?" asked a very surprised and equally scared chandler. Monica groaned again. He picked her up and walked her to her bathroom. Two seconds later, a high-pitched, earsplitting, scream came from her bathroom. Chandler had put her in a very, very cold shower.
"What did you do that for!" Monica yelled, wrapping a robe around her. Chandler stared at her.
"You were having the worlds biggest hangover! I had to do that!" He paused. "You seem fine now." Candler smiled. Monica looked around.
"Well, thank you, I guess. Hey, you'd better give Rachel one. She drank TONS more than me!" Monica chuckled as she began her coffee. Chandler laughed and entered Rachel's room.
"Hey Mon!" He shouted from her room. "It would help if she were here!"
"What! She's here!" Monica yelled running into Rachel's room. Rachel was gone. The bed had never even been laid in. Monica freaked out. "Oh, oh my god! Did she come home with me? Of course she did! But what if she didn't!" Monica began to pace and breathe heavy. "I left my drunk best friend somewhere in New York!"
"Okay, okay. Don't worry. We'll get Phoebe, Ross and Joey over for a search. Okay? We know Rachel when she's drunk. She doesn't get too carried away!" Chandler comforted. Just then, Ross entered.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked. Monica and chandler stared at each other deciding whether or not to tell him. "What? What's wrong?"
"Rachel's gone." Chandler said simply.
"What-what do you mean?" Ross smiled.
"After you left last night, Rachel and I went out dancing. When we were there, she.we got very, very drunk. It was her idea! She wanted to get drunk so she would stop thinking about you.."
"Wait, she's trying to stop thinking about me?" Ross questioned eagerly.
"Not really the subject here Ross! Anyways, I thought we came home together, but she must have gone home with David, a guy we had met there." Monica sighed.
"YOU LET HER GO HOME WITH SOME GUY?" Ross yelled. Monica folded her arms and glared at Ross.
"Yea, Ross, I pushed her into him arms, no, his bed and said 'see ya Rachel! Enjoy having unsafe sex with a total stranger who could be a psycho!" Monica yelled back.
"Well, that's not the point you two. The point is that Rachel is gone and we have no clue if she is even alive right this second let alone sober!" Chandler yelled at them. He was right. Here they were fighting like five-year-olds when Rachel was missing.
Before anyone could suggest what to do, the apartment door flung open and in stumbled a very drunk Rachel. She was giggling when she saw Monica.
"You'll never guess what I did!" she sang. They all looked at her.
"Where have you been?" Ross asked.
"Well, father time, I set off to David's house, we made out for three hours non-stop, then all of my new friends and I went skinny dipping in the central park fountain." She giggled.
"Wow, I should have stuck with you all night!" Monica cheered, but then Ross stared at her and she backed down.
"Well, I have to go to bed. Goodnight Chandler." She slurred as she waved at him. "Hey, why are there two of you?" She asked before she collapsed onto the floor.
"I knew she wanted me." chandler exclaimed.
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO
XOXOElizabethXOXO PS: I don't know the medical terms (Not to mention if the medical stuff in this fic is literally possible) and lots of the stuff may not add up right, but work with me! LOL.
"Rachel! You have been in your room since you saw Ross on that date with that Michelle girl! That's three days! How can you eat if you are in there?" Monica paused, pondering. "More importantly, where are you going to the bathroom?" Monica bellowed through Rachel's door. She pounded three more times. "OPEN UP! YOU HAVE TO COME OUT SOMETIME!" She yelled.
At a snail's pace, Rachel immerged from her room. She was a wreck. Why had she broken up with Ross again? Why did he have to break her heart? She looked at the empty apartment. Her and Monica sat down on the couch to unwind. Only three weeks ago she was happy. What had she done? She knew that she would be fine soon.
"Sweetie, you need to move on. He has another date tonight. You should go guy searching too." Monica tried to comfort. It didn't work.
"He Has A What?!" Rachel shouted. She started to hyperventilate. This was too much. Monica tried to undo her doings, but it didn't work. "Monica! He's moved on? He's going out on a DATE? Why? Why would he do that? He's supposed to be miserable, like, like me!" Rachel sobbed. "He's over me! Next week he'll be getting married! I haven't been this depressed since my dad passed away!" Rachel started distressing about petty things.
"Rachel! It's been three weeks! Ok? He HAS been suffering! It drove him crazy that it was over between you two! He needed to move on or it would kill him! Just calm down! It's one tiny, intsy-winsy date! Anyways, you ended it! He was willing to do anything!" Monica calmed herself. She knew how Rachel felt. She had just gone through the same stuff with Richard. She was being foolish to try and make Rachel understand. It would kill her if she saw Richard on a date. "Let's liven things up a bit. Come on, we'll do makeovers."
The clock read 8:00 pm. Rachel and Monica had just gotten done doing makeovers, pedicures, and manicures. They both looked extremely beautiful, even though they had to keep fixing Rachel's eye make up due to the wetness from her tears. Rachel decided it would be fun to "dress up" too. Monica went into Rachel's room and picked out a long formal dress for Rachel to wear, and Rachel picked out a shorter red dress for Monica. They both finished fastening their buckles on their shoes when they decided the next step was to go out on he town.
"We'll paint the town red!" Monica giggled.
"And get really drunk!" Suggested Rachel, seriously.
"And, we'll dance in Central Park at Midnight!" Monica giggled some more.
"And get really drunk!" Rachel laughed. "This is going to be.." But before she could finish, Ross stood in the kitchen. Rachel looked down. "I have to go get my purse." she concocted quickly. She entered her room and slammed it behind her.
"GREAT! After I finally get her to laugh, you show up!" Monica taunted in a sisterly manner. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I canceled my date. I'm not ready to date again yet." Ross weakly smiled. He wanted to move on, but something was holding him back. He wanted to be happy again, but he knew there was only one way that he would. Monica smiled at him.
"You need finality. You need to talk to her." Monica said softly. Rachel entered the living room. Ross stared at her from the couch as she walked by to get her drink off of the counter. "Rachel, Ross needs to talk to you." Monica nudged him to agree.
"She's right. We need to talk. This is too awkward." Ross sighed.
"What? This isn't awkward. I'm fine." Rachel said uncomfortably. "You know what's awkward?" Ross shook his head as she neared him. She held he drink over his head and proceeded to dump her whole drink on his head. ".Water in your shirt." She smiled triumphantly, and went back into her room. Ross stared at Monica who was laughing.
"See! She's impossible!" He raged.
"Ross, you slept with someone else." Monica started.
"But." Ross tried to object.
"No, listen, whether you were on a break or not, you slept with someone else. She's not going to welcome you with open arms. She obviously needs more time. You just need to talk to her."
"Do you think I haven't tried? I have tried more than a million times. She's just so stubborn. God I love her. I want to be with her. I just need to accept that it's not going to work." Ross felt himself feeling less confident than he did a couple hours ago. It was all over. "Just-just, tell her I do want to talk to her. Ok? Tell her, if she comes to her senses, to come over to my house, or at least call me." Ross left with his heart deeper into his stomach.
Monica looked around, and then yelled, "THE COAST IS CLEAR!" Rachel peeked her head out of her room.
"Okay, let's go!" Rachel chirped. Monica folded her arms and looked at Rachel. "What?"
"Rachel! You can't keep on acting like everything is fine. Now I KNOW you are dying inside right now!" Monica confronted. Rachel looked down at her shoes. She nodded slowly.
"Monica, as much as I want to be with him, I don't think he has realized how I see him now. He's a totally different person. I can't imagine him as 'sweet, caring, sensitive Ross,' now he's 'Ross, the pimp.' I can't forget it." Monica looked at Rachel's tear filled eyes.
"Can't you at least forgive?" Monica asked. Rachel nodded. "OH! Not now! Let's go Par-tay!" Monica let out a whop and grabbed her purse.
"Yea, and get really.really.DRUNK!" Rachel grabbed her purse and turned off the lights as they left.
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It was either o'clock that chandler entered the apartment for coffee. Monica was always up by 7:00 am making coffee, and he noticed that Monica was nowhere to be found, along with the coffee.
"Monica? Rachel?" Chandler called. He received a groan from Monica's room. Monica lay, diagonal across her bed, still in her outfit from the night before. "Monica? Are you ok?" asked a very surprised and equally scared chandler. Monica groaned again. He picked her up and walked her to her bathroom. Two seconds later, a high-pitched, earsplitting, scream came from her bathroom. Chandler had put her in a very, very cold shower.
"What did you do that for!" Monica yelled, wrapping a robe around her. Chandler stared at her.
"You were having the worlds biggest hangover! I had to do that!" He paused. "You seem fine now." Candler smiled. Monica looked around.
"Well, thank you, I guess. Hey, you'd better give Rachel one. She drank TONS more than me!" Monica chuckled as she began her coffee. Chandler laughed and entered Rachel's room.
"Hey Mon!" He shouted from her room. "It would help if she were here!"
"What! She's here!" Monica yelled running into Rachel's room. Rachel was gone. The bed had never even been laid in. Monica freaked out. "Oh, oh my god! Did she come home with me? Of course she did! But what if she didn't!" Monica began to pace and breathe heavy. "I left my drunk best friend somewhere in New York!"
"Okay, okay. Don't worry. We'll get Phoebe, Ross and Joey over for a search. Okay? We know Rachel when she's drunk. She doesn't get too carried away!" Chandler comforted. Just then, Ross entered.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked. Monica and chandler stared at each other deciding whether or not to tell him. "What? What's wrong?"
"Rachel's gone." Chandler said simply.
"What-what do you mean?" Ross smiled.
"After you left last night, Rachel and I went out dancing. When we were there, she.we got very, very drunk. It was her idea! She wanted to get drunk so she would stop thinking about you.."
"Wait, she's trying to stop thinking about me?" Ross questioned eagerly.
"Not really the subject here Ross! Anyways, I thought we came home together, but she must have gone home with David, a guy we had met there." Monica sighed.
"YOU LET HER GO HOME WITH SOME GUY?" Ross yelled. Monica folded her arms and glared at Ross.
"Yea, Ross, I pushed her into him arms, no, his bed and said 'see ya Rachel! Enjoy having unsafe sex with a total stranger who could be a psycho!" Monica yelled back.
"Well, that's not the point you two. The point is that Rachel is gone and we have no clue if she is even alive right this second let alone sober!" Chandler yelled at them. He was right. Here they were fighting like five-year-olds when Rachel was missing.
Before anyone could suggest what to do, the apartment door flung open and in stumbled a very drunk Rachel. She was giggling when she saw Monica.
"You'll never guess what I did!" she sang. They all looked at her.
"Where have you been?" Ross asked.
"Well, father time, I set off to David's house, we made out for three hours non-stop, then all of my new friends and I went skinny dipping in the central park fountain." She giggled.
"Wow, I should have stuck with you all night!" Monica cheered, but then Ross stared at her and she backed down.
"Well, I have to go to bed. Goodnight Chandler." She slurred as she waved at him. "Hey, why are there two of you?" She asked before she collapsed onto the floor.
"I knew she wanted me." chandler exclaimed.
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO