This chapter hopefully explains the best friendship between Rachel and Chandler. Lisa, I hope you're happy with this. I did not appreciate your tone in your review, but hey ho, what you gonna do? Anyway, Bailey, thanks for reviewing. Ignore her, she's my best friend. I originally had this story set in 2001, then 2003, but I figured 1996 would be better. I like this chapter, it's better than most of the stuff I've written. Lets get on with the chapter then.
January 26th 1996
Rachel held her breath as she glanced at the stick in her hand. She didn't want it to be true. God, no. Chandler was her best friend. Well, one of them. They'd grown closer over the past few months and then it had happened. She had been drunk and so had he. She was dwelling over some guy that she had forgotten's name and somehow, just somehow, she found her lips locked with his. The kiss was tender at first, his lips just resting on hers ever-so-slightly. She had kissed back after a minute. And in a whim, she'd placed her hand on his cheek and pulled herself closer to him.
This shouldn't of been happening. No, they would regret it the next morning. Hooking up with one of the people closest to you is the stupidest idea you'd ever hear. But for now, she'd stick to kissing him, because his lips were soft and tasted like hot chocolate.
So, Rachel brought herself to look at the pregnancy test. And there it was, plain as day. Pregnant. She was pregnant with Chandler Bing's baby. Nobody outside the two of them had a clue about the hookup and in nine months she would be giving birth to his baby. This was fucked up.
And she regretted making her next action, but she seemed to be doing that a lot lately, so who cares? She reached for the mobile that was thrown on the coffee table beside her and selected his number.
Hey, can u come over?
She pressed send before she could stop herself. She knew she'd been fucking up a lot. She was 26 years old and pregnant with her best friends baby. So, great. Her life was working out fucking perfectly. Before she knew it, a stern knock on the door came and his sweet voice followed. "Hey, Rach."
"Hi." Her voice was hoarse. She hadn't noticed the tears rolling down her face as she stared at the object that was respectively going to ruin her life. Why should she have a baby when Monica wanted one so much more? More importantly, why should she have one first?
"Can I come in?" She had almost forgotten he was there, standing behind the door and waiting for her to let him in.
"Sure..."
"What's up?" Genuine concern showed in his voice as Chandler sat on the armchair across from her, his arms lazily crossed across his chest.
"We did a bad thing, Chandler. And it's not gonna have a very good ending."
"What?" He was confused. They had promised never to speak of the night again; it was like a curse. Because if they talked about it, it was confirmation that it had really happened.
"I'm..." She let a sigh escape her mouth. It was going to get a lot more real if she told him. She considered not doing that, saying it was some random guy, but he would know. It had only happened a little under a week ago, and they had ignored it. She had a funny feeling something wasn't write, and that and unprotected sex never mix well. "Pregnant."
"W-what? No, how do you- it hasn't even been a-" He paused for a moment before deciding on a simple word. "How?"
"I'm sure you took the classes." She breathed. Yes, it was mean, but at that point, she didn't give a flying fuck.
"Rach." His voice was warning but soft. As if he was scolding her for joking at such a time, but also comforting her.
"Chandler...what the fuck am I gonna do? You're not ready to be a dad."
"Thanks for the moral support!" He yelled, scowling at the blonde.
"Fuck off."
"It's a little too late for that! In nine months, you'll be pushing my fucking baby through your vagina."
"Thanks for the reminder." Her tone was cold, but she was past caring. He was being a dick and she didn't give a shit.
"You know what I mean."
"No, I'm not sure I do. Enlighten me."
"For fucks sake, Rachel! Grow up." She scoffed at him, rolling her eyes.
"Stop being such a dick."
"Fuck. Off." He growled.
"What happened to you? I don't know you anymore!"
"Well you kinda sprung the whole "you're gonna be a dad" thing on me. I'm 27, Rach."
"And I'm 26." She knew she was being a bitch. But for fucks sake, didn't she deserve it? He was being a complete and utter bastard and he wouldn't shut up.
"I gotta go. See you tomorrow." He said, getting to his feet. This time, he sounded scared. Scared, sad, sorry. He was terrified at the thought of being dependant on a human life. The thought of being a role model for someone so young. Because he wasn't a role model. Not in the slightest. He was bitching off his pregnant best friend, and soon he was going to have her kid. He could picture it. The baby had his hair and her nose. He laughed slightly at that, because she would frown and insist on her getting a nose job. It would have a cute smile and terrible luck in the romance department. It would have his best features and her worst. But most importantly, they'd be a family. And goddamnit, they'd be a happy one.
He would bring her breakfast in bed just because he wanted to. He'd burn the toast and undercook the eggs and the coffee would taste absolutely horrific but she would eat it all because he'd put the thought into it. He'd surprise her at work with flowers and chocolates and she would brag to the customers about how sweet her boyfriend Chandler was. He would play with the baby when she was out working, and then tell her about it when they were in bed that night. He'd take her to weddings and they'd send out Christmas cards together. All of that stuff scared him shitless, but he wanted to do it with her. He really did. But now, the focus was that he was a complete dick and had probably fucked up any chance of any of that stuff happening.
