Hey! I know it's been a while... (LOVE that song) Anyhoo, just haven't really had time between my T.V, work, and friends. (my ACTUAL friends) Well here's the next part to Your Secret Admirer (P.3)
"She's gone." Ross whispered.
"What are you talking about, man?" Chandler asked.
Ross handed over the note silently.
"Oh my god!" Monica said as she covered her mouth with a trembling hand.
"Bitch." Chandler said crossly.
"Dude!" Ross snapped at him.
"Sorry, but I just don't see how she could do that to you." Chandler frowned
"What the hell happened? I thought you guys were good!" Monica said tearfully.
"I thought we were. I can't believe this is happening." Ross said collapsing on the bare bed.
"Hang in there. I'll go see what's happening." Monica ran out.
Ross lay down and stared blankly through Chandler. His eyes began to well up, but he shook his head, refusing to let the tears out.
Chandler sat down beside Ross and patted him on the shoulder, causing him to sit up
"Life sucks. Get used to it." Chandler said comfortingly.
"No it doesn't! You don't understand what I had with her! Whenever I was around her, I felt as if all the cares in the world were gone, that nobody existed except for us. She was so perfect for me. I fell in love with her on our first date." Ross said.
"Listen man, she'll call you soon. If not, you can always find out where she is from her parents." Chandler said.
Monica ran in at that moment. "She didn't tell the headmaster that she was leaving. Nobody knows where she is."
Ross moaned and buried his head between his arms, shutting them both out.
5 years later.
"I can't believe you two are getting married. You're only 23 for Christ sakes." Ross commented.
"Well, we love each other." Monica smiled up at her boyfriend.
"Well... I-I don't see a ring!" Ross said smartly.
"And I'm 24." Chandler interrupted.
"That's because we haven't gone ring shopping yet." Monica answered over Chandler.
"And you two plan to make a living--- how?" Ross asked
"I already have a job." Chandler said
"Doing?"
"I'm working for this big company as a data processor." Chandler answered glumly while Monica stroked his hair.
"My point exactly. So, how come you guys snuck around behind my back for a whole year?" Ross complained.
"Because you broke up with Rachel, and we didn't want you to see too much happiness in the world?" Chandler joked.
"Haha. Not funny man." Ross said painfully.
"Yeah, sorry." Chandler said.
"Listen, don't tell mom, okay? She'll flip out." Monica begged Ross.
"Yeah, we'll see." Ross joked as he started to get up. "I'm gonna get some coffee and I'll see you guys back home."
Ross watched as they snuggled in closer to each other once he had turned his back., and sighed. They had been going out for 5 years, it was about time they got married even he had to admit. Monica had just graduated a month ago, and they were celebrating their independence for the first time in their lives. Ross and Chandler had been out for more then a year, and they had both found jobs that they remotely liked. Chandler was on his third job, and he had hated all of them except he had mixed feelings about the current one. This one gave him financial freedom for himself and his future wife, so he had decided to hold on to it for a while longer. Monica still had yet to find a job, and Ross had gotten a job at the Museum of Prehistoric History. He was the only person that he knew who loved his job, and he was happy.
He ordered a coffee at the front desk and waved goodbye at Chandler and Monica, who didn't seem to notice. He made a face at their backs, and stepped out the door, spilling his coffee on a lady who was on her way in.
"Oh crap!" Ross said loudly. "I'm am so sorry."
He looked at her face and turned away quickly.
"Hey, Mister! You just ruined my shirt, my very expensive shirt!" She yelled at his back.
He turned back to her, and looked at her coldly.
"Oh... my god." She said weakly.
"Oh... my god." Ross imitated her coldly.
He turned his back to her again, and began to walk away, when she grabbed his arm.
"Listen, I'm sorry." She said.
"Oh, you know what Rachel? Sorry doesn't bring back the 4 years that I lost of my life because of you." He said calmly.
"I was lost! I didn't know what to do!" Rachel sobbed.
"Fuck you then! You didn't have to ruin my whole life!" He said, his voice rising
"Well that time apart was very hard for me too!" She yelled at him.
People around them had started to gather around, watching the fight.
"Yeah? Then why the hell did you have to go and do it?" Ross yelled back.
"Because I was pregnant!" Rachel said coldly.
Ross took a step back, and felt his eyes sting. He had goose bumps all over his body, and it was June. He noticed the crowd gathering around them.
"What are you looking at? Mind your own business!" Ross yelled. His heart was caught in his throat. He turned around and ran away.
Rachel watched sadly, and turned around to look at the crowd.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Rachel said as she entered the coffee shop.
Later that night, while Ross slept in his bed, he heard the door open silently, and 2 people creep in.
"Who's there?" He called out.
"Ross? It's me and Chandler. We need to talk to you." Monica said
Ross groaned and climbed out of bed.
"What's up?" He said as he walked groggily out of his bedroom holding his head.
"Did the beer get to ya?" Chandler laughed.
"What beer?" Ross asked innocently.
"That beer." Chandler said pointing to an empty stack of beer bottles.
"Oh. Those beers." Ross said.
"Yeah. Listen, we talked to Rachel. She came into the coffeehouse with a little boy in her arms." Monica said.
"Yeah, well that was probably my son." Ross said.
"It wasn't." Monica answered.
"It's not? Then whose is it?" He asked.
Monica took a deep breath.
"Her husbands."
"Oh." Ross said. "Where's my child then?"
"It's gone." Monica said quietly.
"What do you mean? She sold it?" Ross asked surprised.
"No, she lost it." Monica answered.
"How could she lose a baby?" Ross wondered.
"Ross! She had a miscarriage. That's why she ran away." Monica said. Her patience with him had run out.
"Oh." Ross said painfully.
Chandler put a little piece of paper on his coffee table.
"Call her tomorrow. She misses you." Monica said, leaving.
"Yeah? Well I don't miss her!" Ross yelled as he heard the door slam shut. He picked up the little piece of paper and tore it in half, then quarters, then eighths, and threw them back down on the couch.
"My child was lost? That's why she left?" Ross asked himself angrily.
He kicked the couch as hard as he could, and screamed as he bent down in pain. He looked around the room, making sure no one was there, and hobbled back to his bedroom.
The next morning he woke to a dull hazy sky. He looked around his pale green bedroom and at his dinosaur wallpaper in confusion. He had the world's biggest hangover, and he had already decided that he was going to do nothing about it. He sat still for a while as the stars began to subside and he gained focus over his eyesight, then he flopped back down on the bed, hitting his head on the wooden frame.
"Oh crap." He said as he grabbed for his throbbing head. His hair was matted and unwashed, and his face was unshaven, giving him a grungy look. He walked over to the kitchen and opened an oak cabinet above his parent's old refrigerator.
"I have no aspirin?" Ross questioned himself in disbelief. "How is that possible?"
He grouchily grabbed his coat from his bedroom and tossed it on over his wrinkled and dirty shirt. He knew he looked like a dead bum, but he didn't care. The rain started to pelt on the window, causing the window to fog up. He felt trapped inside his small apartment, so he ran out the door, slamming it clumsily.
He walked outside into the rain, and marveled how refreshing it felt against his warm skin. It was warm out, and the rain made it felt cooler. It made him feel refreshed. He decisively ran down the street, but decided he needed to lighten up and enjoy the smaller things in life. He ran up and down the street, hugging unfamiliar people, and waving at passing cars while jumping into puddles like a little boy. Little by little, his headache began to dissipate until he no longer felt anything. People watched him as if he were crazy.
"Maybe I am crazy." Ross smiled to himself.
He sat down on a wet bench and tilted his head back to the sky and let the water trickle down his throat.
"Having a good time?" Someone asked from behind him
"The best." Ross smiled as he turned around to see Rachel.
"I'm sorry." Rachel said.
"No, I am. I had absolutely no idea what you were going through and I immediately judged you. It's just that-it was my baby too. I would have helped you through that difficult time, just as I'm sure you would have helped me." Ross smiled sympathetically as tears began to well up in his eyes.
"I am so sorry!" Rachel burst out crying. "I loved you so much that I was afraid you were going to leave me because I lost your child. I was so blindly in love that I didn't realize that by depriving myself of you, I was also depriving you, and I'm sorry because I didn't mean to hurt you. You were the love of my life and always have been. I've always unconsciously loved you, and it's true that you cannot help who you fall in love with, because although it wasn't my choice I fell madly in love with you." Rachel cried.
"I know. I fell deeply in love with you before I realized it. But what matters, is you're here now." Ross said as he hugged her tightly to his wet body. They were both cold, but all they felt was warmth. They stood there hugging in the middle of the empty sidewalk for what seemed like mere minutes, but before they knew it, darkness had fallen upon them.
6 months later.
"I'm having these headaches--- really bad ones. I can't seem to get rid of them... and I'm hallucinating stuff." Ross complained to his best friend.
"Well, maybe we should go see a doctor." Rachel said to him as they sat in his office at the museum.
"I- I think I should." Ross said.
"Well maybe we can have hot, passionate sex and go at it right on the floor." Rachel said seductively.
"What?" Ross asked, stunned.
"I didn't say anything." Rachel looked confused.
"Yes you did-you just said... Oh." Ross said. "Oh crap, I'm having hallucinations again."
"Okay..." Rachel said slowly. "You call the doctor... I gotta go back to work. I'll see you at dinner."
"Okay, see ya." Ross said as he picked up the phone and dialed.
"So Ross, what seems to be the problem?" His doctor asked him.
"Well, I get really bad headaches, and it's almost constant. I also hallucinate a lot, and I seem to be developing a stutter. It's very rare, but sometimes it overpowers me, and no matter how hard I try I can't get a word out." Ross explained.
"Well, we'd like to run some tests, get a couple of x-rays, and then we'll call you tomorrow with the results. For now, just try to take it easy. Take the day off maybe. It might be stress or exhaustion. Just sleep on it, and try not to worry about it." The doctor smiled at him reassuringly. "So.. hallucinations, huh? Are they naked?"
Ross smiled up at him and nodded slightly.
"So what exactly is wrong?" Rachel asked him later that night at dinner.
"They have no idea. They just ran some tests and they're going to let me know if anything's wrong tomorrow." Ross shrugged his shoulders.
"Is everything alright?" The waitress came around to ask.
"Yes it's fine." Rachel smiled politely at her.
"Would you like to come in the back room with me?" The waitress said as she turned to Ross.
Ross stared blankly open mouthed at the waitress while she looked on, confused.
"He's fine." Rachel shooed away the waitress. "You had another one, didn't you?"
"I had another what?" Ross asked innocently.
"That was the same look you gave me when you had that hallucination earlier." Rachel said.
"Yeah, she asked me if I'd go to the backroom with her." Ross smiled sheepishly.
Rachel laughed heartily. "And?"
"And then you told her to go away." Ross joked.
"Oh." Rachel laughed.
"They're becoming more frequent." Ross moaned into his hands.
"You'll be okay." Rachel assured him
"I hope so. I just got my life back with you, even though you're still married to that lousy doctor." Ross joked as he usually did.
"Well you know I'd leave him in a second for you!" Rachel joked back. They constantly joked about their friendship. Rachel's husband had been doubtful about Rachel spending so much time with an ex-boyfriend, but after he had gotten to know Ross, and had learned all that they had been through, he had started to like him. Even Rachel's son, Colin, loved Ross. Every time Ross would come over, he'd shout "Uncle Ross" at the top of his lungs, which always made Ross smile.
After dinner that night, Ross walked Rachel home, stopping in to say hi to her husband and son, then saying he was tired, said he was heading home. He kissed Rachel goodnight and instead of going straight home, he decided to take a walk through Central Park. He pulled on his baby blue pullover, and stuck his hands in his pockets. It was a cool night, and the breeze made it cooler, but he didn't mind. It was a rare moment when he had time to himself between all of his friends. He decided that he was well off. He loved so many people, and they all loved him back. He just wished he wasn't always so lonely.
Hey, sorry about the lousy ending to this chapter, but I promise I'll continue it as soon as I can. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll be inspired and the faster my fingers will typeJ Anyhow, thanks for reading and please leave a review
-rossandrachelforever aka (robertdowneyjrlover)
"She's gone." Ross whispered.
"What are you talking about, man?" Chandler asked.
Ross handed over the note silently.
"Oh my god!" Monica said as she covered her mouth with a trembling hand.
"Bitch." Chandler said crossly.
"Dude!" Ross snapped at him.
"Sorry, but I just don't see how she could do that to you." Chandler frowned
"What the hell happened? I thought you guys were good!" Monica said tearfully.
"I thought we were. I can't believe this is happening." Ross said collapsing on the bare bed.
"Hang in there. I'll go see what's happening." Monica ran out.
Ross lay down and stared blankly through Chandler. His eyes began to well up, but he shook his head, refusing to let the tears out.
Chandler sat down beside Ross and patted him on the shoulder, causing him to sit up
"Life sucks. Get used to it." Chandler said comfortingly.
"No it doesn't! You don't understand what I had with her! Whenever I was around her, I felt as if all the cares in the world were gone, that nobody existed except for us. She was so perfect for me. I fell in love with her on our first date." Ross said.
"Listen man, she'll call you soon. If not, you can always find out where she is from her parents." Chandler said.
Monica ran in at that moment. "She didn't tell the headmaster that she was leaving. Nobody knows where she is."
Ross moaned and buried his head between his arms, shutting them both out.
5 years later.
"I can't believe you two are getting married. You're only 23 for Christ sakes." Ross commented.
"Well, we love each other." Monica smiled up at her boyfriend.
"Well... I-I don't see a ring!" Ross said smartly.
"And I'm 24." Chandler interrupted.
"That's because we haven't gone ring shopping yet." Monica answered over Chandler.
"And you two plan to make a living--- how?" Ross asked
"I already have a job." Chandler said
"Doing?"
"I'm working for this big company as a data processor." Chandler answered glumly while Monica stroked his hair.
"My point exactly. So, how come you guys snuck around behind my back for a whole year?" Ross complained.
"Because you broke up with Rachel, and we didn't want you to see too much happiness in the world?" Chandler joked.
"Haha. Not funny man." Ross said painfully.
"Yeah, sorry." Chandler said.
"Listen, don't tell mom, okay? She'll flip out." Monica begged Ross.
"Yeah, we'll see." Ross joked as he started to get up. "I'm gonna get some coffee and I'll see you guys back home."
Ross watched as they snuggled in closer to each other once he had turned his back., and sighed. They had been going out for 5 years, it was about time they got married even he had to admit. Monica had just graduated a month ago, and they were celebrating their independence for the first time in their lives. Ross and Chandler had been out for more then a year, and they had both found jobs that they remotely liked. Chandler was on his third job, and he had hated all of them except he had mixed feelings about the current one. This one gave him financial freedom for himself and his future wife, so he had decided to hold on to it for a while longer. Monica still had yet to find a job, and Ross had gotten a job at the Museum of Prehistoric History. He was the only person that he knew who loved his job, and he was happy.
He ordered a coffee at the front desk and waved goodbye at Chandler and Monica, who didn't seem to notice. He made a face at their backs, and stepped out the door, spilling his coffee on a lady who was on her way in.
"Oh crap!" Ross said loudly. "I'm am so sorry."
He looked at her face and turned away quickly.
"Hey, Mister! You just ruined my shirt, my very expensive shirt!" She yelled at his back.
He turned back to her, and looked at her coldly.
"Oh... my god." She said weakly.
"Oh... my god." Ross imitated her coldly.
He turned his back to her again, and began to walk away, when she grabbed his arm.
"Listen, I'm sorry." She said.
"Oh, you know what Rachel? Sorry doesn't bring back the 4 years that I lost of my life because of you." He said calmly.
"I was lost! I didn't know what to do!" Rachel sobbed.
"Fuck you then! You didn't have to ruin my whole life!" He said, his voice rising
"Well that time apart was very hard for me too!" She yelled at him.
People around them had started to gather around, watching the fight.
"Yeah? Then why the hell did you have to go and do it?" Ross yelled back.
"Because I was pregnant!" Rachel said coldly.
Ross took a step back, and felt his eyes sting. He had goose bumps all over his body, and it was June. He noticed the crowd gathering around them.
"What are you looking at? Mind your own business!" Ross yelled. His heart was caught in his throat. He turned around and ran away.
Rachel watched sadly, and turned around to look at the crowd.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Rachel said as she entered the coffee shop.
Later that night, while Ross slept in his bed, he heard the door open silently, and 2 people creep in.
"Who's there?" He called out.
"Ross? It's me and Chandler. We need to talk to you." Monica said
Ross groaned and climbed out of bed.
"What's up?" He said as he walked groggily out of his bedroom holding his head.
"Did the beer get to ya?" Chandler laughed.
"What beer?" Ross asked innocently.
"That beer." Chandler said pointing to an empty stack of beer bottles.
"Oh. Those beers." Ross said.
"Yeah. Listen, we talked to Rachel. She came into the coffeehouse with a little boy in her arms." Monica said.
"Yeah, well that was probably my son." Ross said.
"It wasn't." Monica answered.
"It's not? Then whose is it?" He asked.
Monica took a deep breath.
"Her husbands."
"Oh." Ross said. "Where's my child then?"
"It's gone." Monica said quietly.
"What do you mean? She sold it?" Ross asked surprised.
"No, she lost it." Monica answered.
"How could she lose a baby?" Ross wondered.
"Ross! She had a miscarriage. That's why she ran away." Monica said. Her patience with him had run out.
"Oh." Ross said painfully.
Chandler put a little piece of paper on his coffee table.
"Call her tomorrow. She misses you." Monica said, leaving.
"Yeah? Well I don't miss her!" Ross yelled as he heard the door slam shut. He picked up the little piece of paper and tore it in half, then quarters, then eighths, and threw them back down on the couch.
"My child was lost? That's why she left?" Ross asked himself angrily.
He kicked the couch as hard as he could, and screamed as he bent down in pain. He looked around the room, making sure no one was there, and hobbled back to his bedroom.
The next morning he woke to a dull hazy sky. He looked around his pale green bedroom and at his dinosaur wallpaper in confusion. He had the world's biggest hangover, and he had already decided that he was going to do nothing about it. He sat still for a while as the stars began to subside and he gained focus over his eyesight, then he flopped back down on the bed, hitting his head on the wooden frame.
"Oh crap." He said as he grabbed for his throbbing head. His hair was matted and unwashed, and his face was unshaven, giving him a grungy look. He walked over to the kitchen and opened an oak cabinet above his parent's old refrigerator.
"I have no aspirin?" Ross questioned himself in disbelief. "How is that possible?"
He grouchily grabbed his coat from his bedroom and tossed it on over his wrinkled and dirty shirt. He knew he looked like a dead bum, but he didn't care. The rain started to pelt on the window, causing the window to fog up. He felt trapped inside his small apartment, so he ran out the door, slamming it clumsily.
He walked outside into the rain, and marveled how refreshing it felt against his warm skin. It was warm out, and the rain made it felt cooler. It made him feel refreshed. He decisively ran down the street, but decided he needed to lighten up and enjoy the smaller things in life. He ran up and down the street, hugging unfamiliar people, and waving at passing cars while jumping into puddles like a little boy. Little by little, his headache began to dissipate until he no longer felt anything. People watched him as if he were crazy.
"Maybe I am crazy." Ross smiled to himself.
He sat down on a wet bench and tilted his head back to the sky and let the water trickle down his throat.
"Having a good time?" Someone asked from behind him
"The best." Ross smiled as he turned around to see Rachel.
"I'm sorry." Rachel said.
"No, I am. I had absolutely no idea what you were going through and I immediately judged you. It's just that-it was my baby too. I would have helped you through that difficult time, just as I'm sure you would have helped me." Ross smiled sympathetically as tears began to well up in his eyes.
"I am so sorry!" Rachel burst out crying. "I loved you so much that I was afraid you were going to leave me because I lost your child. I was so blindly in love that I didn't realize that by depriving myself of you, I was also depriving you, and I'm sorry because I didn't mean to hurt you. You were the love of my life and always have been. I've always unconsciously loved you, and it's true that you cannot help who you fall in love with, because although it wasn't my choice I fell madly in love with you." Rachel cried.
"I know. I fell deeply in love with you before I realized it. But what matters, is you're here now." Ross said as he hugged her tightly to his wet body. They were both cold, but all they felt was warmth. They stood there hugging in the middle of the empty sidewalk for what seemed like mere minutes, but before they knew it, darkness had fallen upon them.
6 months later.
"I'm having these headaches--- really bad ones. I can't seem to get rid of them... and I'm hallucinating stuff." Ross complained to his best friend.
"Well, maybe we should go see a doctor." Rachel said to him as they sat in his office at the museum.
"I- I think I should." Ross said.
"Well maybe we can have hot, passionate sex and go at it right on the floor." Rachel said seductively.
"What?" Ross asked, stunned.
"I didn't say anything." Rachel looked confused.
"Yes you did-you just said... Oh." Ross said. "Oh crap, I'm having hallucinations again."
"Okay..." Rachel said slowly. "You call the doctor... I gotta go back to work. I'll see you at dinner."
"Okay, see ya." Ross said as he picked up the phone and dialed.
"So Ross, what seems to be the problem?" His doctor asked him.
"Well, I get really bad headaches, and it's almost constant. I also hallucinate a lot, and I seem to be developing a stutter. It's very rare, but sometimes it overpowers me, and no matter how hard I try I can't get a word out." Ross explained.
"Well, we'd like to run some tests, get a couple of x-rays, and then we'll call you tomorrow with the results. For now, just try to take it easy. Take the day off maybe. It might be stress or exhaustion. Just sleep on it, and try not to worry about it." The doctor smiled at him reassuringly. "So.. hallucinations, huh? Are they naked?"
Ross smiled up at him and nodded slightly.
"So what exactly is wrong?" Rachel asked him later that night at dinner.
"They have no idea. They just ran some tests and they're going to let me know if anything's wrong tomorrow." Ross shrugged his shoulders.
"Is everything alright?" The waitress came around to ask.
"Yes it's fine." Rachel smiled politely at her.
"Would you like to come in the back room with me?" The waitress said as she turned to Ross.
Ross stared blankly open mouthed at the waitress while she looked on, confused.
"He's fine." Rachel shooed away the waitress. "You had another one, didn't you?"
"I had another what?" Ross asked innocently.
"That was the same look you gave me when you had that hallucination earlier." Rachel said.
"Yeah, she asked me if I'd go to the backroom with her." Ross smiled sheepishly.
Rachel laughed heartily. "And?"
"And then you told her to go away." Ross joked.
"Oh." Rachel laughed.
"They're becoming more frequent." Ross moaned into his hands.
"You'll be okay." Rachel assured him
"I hope so. I just got my life back with you, even though you're still married to that lousy doctor." Ross joked as he usually did.
"Well you know I'd leave him in a second for you!" Rachel joked back. They constantly joked about their friendship. Rachel's husband had been doubtful about Rachel spending so much time with an ex-boyfriend, but after he had gotten to know Ross, and had learned all that they had been through, he had started to like him. Even Rachel's son, Colin, loved Ross. Every time Ross would come over, he'd shout "Uncle Ross" at the top of his lungs, which always made Ross smile.
After dinner that night, Ross walked Rachel home, stopping in to say hi to her husband and son, then saying he was tired, said he was heading home. He kissed Rachel goodnight and instead of going straight home, he decided to take a walk through Central Park. He pulled on his baby blue pullover, and stuck his hands in his pockets. It was a cool night, and the breeze made it cooler, but he didn't mind. It was a rare moment when he had time to himself between all of his friends. He decided that he was well off. He loved so many people, and they all loved him back. He just wished he wasn't always so lonely.
Hey, sorry about the lousy ending to this chapter, but I promise I'll continue it as soon as I can. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll be inspired and the faster my fingers will typeJ Anyhow, thanks for reading and please leave a review
-rossandrachelforever aka (robertdowneyjrlover)