(frowning) I guess I should be happy that I'm getting reviews and everything, but I'm a little…taken aback. I'm happy that people are taking the time to read my story and everything. But I'm not perfect…When I write this, I don't think about every single possible thing that could be happening. It's just a piece of literature. I write it to be creative, not to be completely accurate. I want to hear what you think, just don't be so harsh I guess…

Anyway, I'm thrilled with the way this is going. Trouble is definitely brewing in the Bing residence… :)


Ross sat on the couch in their living room apartment with his head in his hands as Rachel brought him a cup of coffee. Looking at her fiancée, her heart twisted in pity.

She placed the cup on the table in front of him and sat down beside him. Wrapping an arm around him she pulled him close.

"I – I just can't believe this. What's going on with her? Why would she do that?" Ross said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Rachel didn't know what to say, for she had no idea either. For the first time tonight, she saw the dark side of her best friend. Rachel figured she hadn't meant to go off at Phoebe like that, but just the tone in Monica's voice paired with what Phoebe was saying…

And what Chandler told her this morning, she couldn't shake it out of her head. She knew Monica always had a penchant for older men, but after she was married? Richard was in his fifties…but Monica was in her forties now. It didn't matter to her when she was 28, then it wouldn't matter to her now.

"I don't know, honey. She must – have a lot on her mind," Rachel muttered as she patted Ross' shoulder.

Ross picked up his head with an 'are you kidding me' look.

Rachel shrugged. "Well Ross? What do you want me to say? Your sister was a complete bitch tonight? Fine. Monica was a bitch."

Ross chuckled as he grabbed the coffee mug. "You're so cynical in situations like this."

"I have to be. If not, our whole house would be Gloom City," she replied laying her head on his shoulder, smiling. They sat like that for a few moments.

"I'm going to go to bed. Oh. Don't forget, tomorrow we're going through all our memoir stuff," Racehl reminded Ross as she stood up.

With a loud groan, Ross whined, "Aw, why do we have to do this?"

Rachel smiled. "Ross. We are getting married in four months, remember? Now, we already have Emma. But if you want to have more room, for say, a new baby," Rachel said as she wrapped her arms around him, "we have to clean some stuff out."

Ross eyes widened at the 'B-word'. "So is this an invitation Ms. Green?"

Rachel laughed. "Depends on what your answer is, Mr. Gellar." A smile grew on his face. Before Rachel knew it, she was being pulled to the bedroom.

The next morning Rachel dropped Emma off reluctantly at Monica's. Chandler answered the door.

"Hey Rach. Come on in." He ushered her in with a wave of his hand and a small smile.

She came in, Emma still glued to her side. As soon as she walked into the kitchen a mug of hot coffee was pushed into her hand. Chandler gave her a small nod.

She laughed to herself as she winked back at him and sipped it. "You are good Mr. Bing. One and half Splenda."

"You know, just another one of my many talents."

"So, how is she?" Rachel whispered to him as she leaned back against the counter.

Chandler shrugged. "You know, she seemed okay this morning. She called Phoebe and left a message."

You're positive about her and Richard though?" Rachel questioned.

Chandler placed his mug down. "I'd recognize his voice anywhere Rachel. You of all people should know that. I couldn't sleep very well last night, so I laid there and thought about it."

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Chandler? Being philosophical?"

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. Seriously. The thing that kept Richard and Monica apart mostly, was the fact that she wanted to have children and he didn't. She wanted to physically have children with him. She can't have children. I can't have children. So, harsh as it sounds, I've served my purpose for her…"

"Chandler! Don't say that!" Rachel said with such horror in her voice.

He sighed. "Doesn't it make sense though? Think about it."

And as Rachel drove home from their house, she did nothing but that.


When Rachel and Ross sat in their apartment going through things, the room was filled in laughter. Ross pulled out a large book.

"Oh my god, that's my high school year book," Rachel said as she dropped her head into her hand.

Ross chuckled as he opened it. Ignoring the comments like: "Dear Rach- You are like my BFFL! Love Monica" "Rachel- I'll always love you. Forever, Chip" "Yo Cheerleader! Is it true about your wang?" Ross turned to the last page.

Rachel squinted at it. "I don't remember that one. Let me see it."

Grabbing it, she started to read. "Rachel, you are the sweetest person I've ever met. Your gentle heart and quirky personality are one of kind. I know we never got to talk much, but I know you'll do very well in life. I hope we get the chance to meet again. Sincerely: Ross Gellar"

Rachel was speechless for a moment as she closed the book. When she finally did speak, it was only a whisper. "When did you write this? I mean, you were already in college. Why were writing in some senior girls yearbook?"

"I found the book in Monica's bedroom. When I saw it was yours, I knew I needed to write something. I was just going to write 'Good Luck', but my pen did the talking. I put it back, and Monica gave it back to you," Ross said innocently.

"You are the sweetest person I've ever met. I – I just can't seem to realize how I never noticed this before," she admitted as she placed the book in the pile to keep.

Ross grabbed a small brown leather bound book. On the cover said 2001 in gold script letters.

"Rach, what's this?" he said as he unzipped the cover and began to flip through it.

She looked over at it. "…Oh. That's nothing. Throw it out."

"No, really, what is it?" he persisted.

"It's my old date book. It's junk. Throw it out," Rachel continued, her voice started to grow anxious.

He began flipping through the page. The were random appointments and date one certain pages. Then, on one day during a week in August, something caught his eye.

He stopped flipping and read closely. Looking at the other dates surrounding it, he felt his heart stop.

He slowly turned to Rachel, although it felt as if no part of his body was working. 'Just relax Ross. It could be nothing. It's nothing…but it could be exactly what you're thinking.'

He shoved the book right under her nose. "Mind telling me what THAT means?"


OOOOO. What's happening between Ross and Rachel (grin) I love knowing what's going to happen.

Anyway, I know it's moving quickly, but I like stories that move quick. I think stories with too much character development and description and blah blah blah are boring. I like lots of dialogue and action. I have a lot to get in, and I don't want the story to be like 15-20 chapters.

oh, btw. i was youtubing (hahaha) the other day, and found some really good friends videos. check em out in my profile.


Review if you please!!!