Mockingbird
Chapter 9: November 2005
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Rachel frowned at her cell phone in her hands, having scrolled down to Chandler's cell number. She was calling his cell because she knew he was at work and was hoping for his voicemail, because his voicemail would be a bit easier to face than he would be. Only a bit, though.
But, she needed to face him, needed to talk to him, needed...him. She needed him in her life right now, and couldn't let one stupid kiss one stupid night ruin that. It was just one stupid kiss, and they had known each other far too long to let it come between them.
Oh, but there were circumstances. He was married to her best friend, and she was engaged to his. But…
But, if you took away those circumstances, and looked at the whole big picture of the whole past eighteen months, it was just one stupid kiss one stupid night that needed to be swept under the rug and looked over. Because there were so many reasons she needed him in her life right now for it not to be. So many more reasons with so much more merit than whatever had been behind the kiss.
"Hey."
She didn't remember hitting send and holding the phone up to her ear, but she must have at some point in time, because Chandler's soft voice greeted her seconds later.
"Hey," Rachel choked out in reply. And then silence. What did she call him to say? To apologize? To talk? To-
"Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?" Chandler asked softly, and Rachel could tell from his tone that all had been dropped. He had no intention of speaking about it, and was in no way looking for an apology from her. They were both sorry, and they both knew it. Stupid and sorry. Very stupid and very sorry. Nothing else needed to be said.
Rachel took a deep, shaky breath, nodding her head though he couldn't see her through the phone, like a small child does when you ask them a question over the phone. Dinner tomorrow was the last thing she had expected, but may have been the one thing she needed the most.
"Yes," she finally replied, quietly, almost whispered, "dinner tomorrow night would be great."