The night was about Monica. She had lots to celebrate. Her day had
finally come; she was engaged. It meant the world to Rachel that Monica
was happy. The engagement couldn't have happened to a better person and
with a better person, Chandler. They were meant for each other, but no one
would've known it 3 years ago. They were friends, practically inseperable.
They sat close to each other and even they overlooked such actions.
Friends falling in love. This appealed to Rachel.
She had fallen for a friend before. Ross had a love for her that grew year after year since the 9th grade. After Ross, she had trouble with guys and love seemed to be absent. The one thing that was missing in her life. Would she ever find someone that would change her view on guys and fill the void that has long been vacant?
Rachel was taking a nap before further celebrating Monica's engagement at The Plaza. Rachel didn't want to go. She had wished that this would be her engagement. Nothing felt more satisfying then commitment and the term "growing old together." Rachel wanted someone she could spend the rest of her life with. She wanted no more mind games and manipulation from boyfriends. She wanted to snuggle in her husbands arms and take in the smell of his clean scent. She wanted to wake up in the arms of someone who won't go darting off because they are afraid to commit.
"Rach. Wake up." Joey shook her to get her up. Rach turned to see Joey. "We're leaving."
Joey. Her roommate, her friend. He had always been there for her. He would do anything for her. She had a crush on him in the beginning of their friendship. Who wouldn't? He was an attractive Italian, who was tall, dark, and handsome. The way he smelled after he stepped out of the shower brought Rachel to her knees. He had the looks down, but he wasn't too bright. Thinking can be a hard process for him, but thats what his friends loved about him.
"I'm coming." Rachel said in a sleepy voice.
Rachel made her way out the door of her bedroom. She walked to the bathroom that she and Joey shared. The towel that Joey leaves under the sink, rolled up into a ball always annoyed her, but she got used to it after a while. The bathroom was fresh from him taking a shower. She felt her knees go weak from the intoxicating scent that she loved. She wiped the mirror that was covered in exhaust. She stared in the mirror and applied some make up. She paused in the middle of appling her mascara. She didn't feel the need to beatuify herself tonight. It wasn't her night it was Monica's night.
She had fallen for a friend before. Ross had a love for her that grew year after year since the 9th grade. After Ross, she had trouble with guys and love seemed to be absent. The one thing that was missing in her life. Would she ever find someone that would change her view on guys and fill the void that has long been vacant?
Rachel was taking a nap before further celebrating Monica's engagement at The Plaza. Rachel didn't want to go. She had wished that this would be her engagement. Nothing felt more satisfying then commitment and the term "growing old together." Rachel wanted someone she could spend the rest of her life with. She wanted no more mind games and manipulation from boyfriends. She wanted to snuggle in her husbands arms and take in the smell of his clean scent. She wanted to wake up in the arms of someone who won't go darting off because they are afraid to commit.
"Rach. Wake up." Joey shook her to get her up. Rach turned to see Joey. "We're leaving."
Joey. Her roommate, her friend. He had always been there for her. He would do anything for her. She had a crush on him in the beginning of their friendship. Who wouldn't? He was an attractive Italian, who was tall, dark, and handsome. The way he smelled after he stepped out of the shower brought Rachel to her knees. He had the looks down, but he wasn't too bright. Thinking can be a hard process for him, but thats what his friends loved about him.
"I'm coming." Rachel said in a sleepy voice.
Rachel made her way out the door of her bedroom. She walked to the bathroom that she and Joey shared. The towel that Joey leaves under the sink, rolled up into a ball always annoyed her, but she got used to it after a while. The bathroom was fresh from him taking a shower. She felt her knees go weak from the intoxicating scent that she loved. She wiped the mirror that was covered in exhaust. She stared in the mirror and applied some make up. She paused in the middle of appling her mascara. She didn't feel the need to beatuify herself tonight. It wasn't her night it was Monica's night.