Live Life Like There's No Tomorrow
Rachel woke up the very next morning. She heard voices from her kitchen. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She swore Emma awoke earlier and earlier each day. She sighed and sat up, looking out the window. Rachel had to start her Saturday.
She got up and stepped onto the hard wood floor. She let out a yelp of pain when she stepping into her box, her foot landing onto an object from inside. She tended to her aching foot, and then stood. She heard Emma laughing. Chandler and Monica must have come over. She pulled her robe around herself and entered the living room. The TV was on, and she heard something sizzling on the pan. She remembered her wish. What if...
"Hey Rach. Good morning." Rachel looked at the man who had just greeted her, and her heart sank.
"Hi Chandler." She looked around. She didn't see Emma, but Chandler was on the couch holding a little girl. Rachel stared at the familiar little girl, but before she could ask, she saw Monica was cleaning her kitchen, and didn't care too much.
"Really, Rach, you should use 'Comet'. It kills germs a whole lot faster." Monica said helpfully. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Mon, really, you guys don't have to do this. I can handle my home. It's been three years." She said bringing a bowl into the kitchen. Monica looked at her strangely.
"Three years since what?" Monica asked cluelessly. Rachel looked at her with a 'HELLO!' look on her face. Monica just stared contently into Monica's eyes.
"Since Ross, you know." Rachel said giving up.
"Rach, Hon, are you feeling okay? Ross is at the store." Rachel shook her head at Monica.
"Why are you doing this? That is so heartless. Ross is dead."
"Okay, go lay down, you don't look well."
"I'm fine. What's wrong with you?" Rachel said walking back to the dining room. She looked at the calendar, and then did a double take. 2002. It wasn't 2002! It was 2005! If it were 2002, Emma would only be one! She looked over at Emma, who was no longer four years old. "What happened to Emma?" Chandler looked at Rachel like she was crazy.
"She's an alcoholic." Chandler said sarcastically. "She's the same as the last time I checked."
"Well, yesterday she was four, now she's one again."
"Okay Rip Van Winkle. Go pass out for another 20 years, okay?" Chandler joked. Monica hit him in the stomach.
"Chandler, you know she's just tired. She's an engaged woman now!" Monica said pointing to an engagement ring that rested happily on her finger. She looked at it. She must have gotten out of her Ross box and forgot to take it off. She pulled the ring off quickly.
"Can someone tell me what's going on, and were my daughter is?"
"Emma is right here." Chandler said handing Emma to Rachel. Rachel smiled. It was Emma. It seemed like forever since she was that small to hold in her arms. She looked up at Monica.
"Am I going crazy?"
"That's part of being a woman. Look, do you want me to take Emma today? You obviously need some rest. Just tell Ross I said hi." Before Rachel could think, Monica took her niece and walked out of Rachel's apartment. Rachel sighed an annoyed sigh. She had never in her life been so confused! She walked around the apartment trying to figure out what was going on. She looked at the pictures. They had gone from her and Emma, to Emma, Rachel and Ross. She saw no recent photos of Emma, either. In fact, she was starting to miss Emma. Where was she? Why had it seemed she had gone back in time?
There were no pictures Emma had finger painted at Monica's. There were no drawings on the walls due to Emma's crayolas. Every thing was so different, but so familiar. She hadn't seen the apartment like this since four years ago. She collapsed onto her couch. She had to have been dreaming. That was the last time she ate cake frosting at 2:00 am. She opened her eyes quickly and ran to her room. She ripped open her closet.
Every bit of Ross' clothing hung up. His shoes were organized at the bottom. His ties were on the tie rack. Every thing was back. She had sold all of Ross' stuff after he died. She looked by the bed. Two wine glasses sat on his nightstand by a bottle of wine, half empty. The Calendar said March 8th2002. Ross had died March 7TH2002. She sat on her bed, trying to put everything together. She looked at her hand that made a fist. She opened it revealing her engagement ring. She had gone back three years.
Rachel jumped at the sound of someone entering the apartment. She took an intake of breath and walked slowly to the hallway. A man with dark hair stood in her kitchen, his back turned to her. She swallowed. He turned around and looked up.
"Hey Rach. Good morning. Did you still need aspirin?" Rachel's mouth sat agape. She walked closer to the man, placing her hands on each of his cheeks, tears filled her glimmering eyes.
"Ross?" She asked. Ross looked at her with a weird look on his face. He put his hands on hers.
"Who else would I be?" He asked. Rachel collapsed into his arms, crying hysterically. "Okay, no more wine at early hours for you." He said laughing. Rachel pulled away.
"But the doctor, and the hold up, you died." She said plainly.
"Did I? Okay. Well, last I remember going out, buying wine and coming home to, ahem, celebrate with my fiancée." He said smiling. He kissed her simply on the mouth. Rachel was thrown off by it; she missed his lips. She forgot how he kissed. She forgot how he felt. She looked at him, her eyes straining as if trying to see through him. She kissed him more intensely than he had. She wrapped her arms round his neck. He was leaning on the counter for support, because Rachel as dead weight on him. He laughed the whole time.
"I missed you so much." She said hugging him. He patted her back.
"Okay. You need some rest I see." He pulled away. "Where's Emma? You didn't accidentally put her in the oven; I wouldn't be surprised if you did with how you are acting this morning. Why are you acting so strange?"
"I just realized what life would be like without you." She said. Her voice cracked.
"Well, hopefully you wont have to live life without me. We'll be married soon enough." He said. "Are you sure you're okay?" He looked at her.
"I just need a shower. A long shower." She said walking to the bathroom.
She stepped inside of the green bathroom. She looked at her reflection. She looked a bit younger, but on the mot part, she looked the same. She had shorter hair, and it was darker. She looked at the dark rings around her eyes. Although she couldn't remember the 'night of the engagement,' (Which she had referred to before as 'The night of Ross' passing') she did know however she and Ross celebrated was an all night thing. She got into the shower. She was half way done when she heard the bathroom door open.
"Hey! We have my parent's dinner party thingy tonight. Do you want to announce the engagement?" She heard him yell. Frankly, she wanted to shout out to everyone that Ross was still alive.
"Sure." She smiled. God had given her a second chance.
And for the first time in three years, Rachel prayed to god, thanking him for his mirical.
More to Come!
XOXOElizabethXOXO
Hey! I hope you like it! And Mel, I know I didn't use ALL of your ideas, but thank you so much! I LOVE YOU ALL! (You too, Taylor! :) )
Rachel woke up the very next morning. She heard voices from her kitchen. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She swore Emma awoke earlier and earlier each day. She sighed and sat up, looking out the window. Rachel had to start her Saturday.
She got up and stepped onto the hard wood floor. She let out a yelp of pain when she stepping into her box, her foot landing onto an object from inside. She tended to her aching foot, and then stood. She heard Emma laughing. Chandler and Monica must have come over. She pulled her robe around herself and entered the living room. The TV was on, and she heard something sizzling on the pan. She remembered her wish. What if...
"Hey Rach. Good morning." Rachel looked at the man who had just greeted her, and her heart sank.
"Hi Chandler." She looked around. She didn't see Emma, but Chandler was on the couch holding a little girl. Rachel stared at the familiar little girl, but before she could ask, she saw Monica was cleaning her kitchen, and didn't care too much.
"Really, Rach, you should use 'Comet'. It kills germs a whole lot faster." Monica said helpfully. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Mon, really, you guys don't have to do this. I can handle my home. It's been three years." She said bringing a bowl into the kitchen. Monica looked at her strangely.
"Three years since what?" Monica asked cluelessly. Rachel looked at her with a 'HELLO!' look on her face. Monica just stared contently into Monica's eyes.
"Since Ross, you know." Rachel said giving up.
"Rach, Hon, are you feeling okay? Ross is at the store." Rachel shook her head at Monica.
"Why are you doing this? That is so heartless. Ross is dead."
"Okay, go lay down, you don't look well."
"I'm fine. What's wrong with you?" Rachel said walking back to the dining room. She looked at the calendar, and then did a double take. 2002. It wasn't 2002! It was 2005! If it were 2002, Emma would only be one! She looked over at Emma, who was no longer four years old. "What happened to Emma?" Chandler looked at Rachel like she was crazy.
"She's an alcoholic." Chandler said sarcastically. "She's the same as the last time I checked."
"Well, yesterday she was four, now she's one again."
"Okay Rip Van Winkle. Go pass out for another 20 years, okay?" Chandler joked. Monica hit him in the stomach.
"Chandler, you know she's just tired. She's an engaged woman now!" Monica said pointing to an engagement ring that rested happily on her finger. She looked at it. She must have gotten out of her Ross box and forgot to take it off. She pulled the ring off quickly.
"Can someone tell me what's going on, and were my daughter is?"
"Emma is right here." Chandler said handing Emma to Rachel. Rachel smiled. It was Emma. It seemed like forever since she was that small to hold in her arms. She looked up at Monica.
"Am I going crazy?"
"That's part of being a woman. Look, do you want me to take Emma today? You obviously need some rest. Just tell Ross I said hi." Before Rachel could think, Monica took her niece and walked out of Rachel's apartment. Rachel sighed an annoyed sigh. She had never in her life been so confused! She walked around the apartment trying to figure out what was going on. She looked at the pictures. They had gone from her and Emma, to Emma, Rachel and Ross. She saw no recent photos of Emma, either. In fact, she was starting to miss Emma. Where was she? Why had it seemed she had gone back in time?
There were no pictures Emma had finger painted at Monica's. There were no drawings on the walls due to Emma's crayolas. Every thing was so different, but so familiar. She hadn't seen the apartment like this since four years ago. She collapsed onto her couch. She had to have been dreaming. That was the last time she ate cake frosting at 2:00 am. She opened her eyes quickly and ran to her room. She ripped open her closet.
Every bit of Ross' clothing hung up. His shoes were organized at the bottom. His ties were on the tie rack. Every thing was back. She had sold all of Ross' stuff after he died. She looked by the bed. Two wine glasses sat on his nightstand by a bottle of wine, half empty. The Calendar said March 8th2002. Ross had died March 7TH2002. She sat on her bed, trying to put everything together. She looked at her hand that made a fist. She opened it revealing her engagement ring. She had gone back three years.
Rachel jumped at the sound of someone entering the apartment. She took an intake of breath and walked slowly to the hallway. A man with dark hair stood in her kitchen, his back turned to her. She swallowed. He turned around and looked up.
"Hey Rach. Good morning. Did you still need aspirin?" Rachel's mouth sat agape. She walked closer to the man, placing her hands on each of his cheeks, tears filled her glimmering eyes.
"Ross?" She asked. Ross looked at her with a weird look on his face. He put his hands on hers.
"Who else would I be?" He asked. Rachel collapsed into his arms, crying hysterically. "Okay, no more wine at early hours for you." He said laughing. Rachel pulled away.
"But the doctor, and the hold up, you died." She said plainly.
"Did I? Okay. Well, last I remember going out, buying wine and coming home to, ahem, celebrate with my fiancée." He said smiling. He kissed her simply on the mouth. Rachel was thrown off by it; she missed his lips. She forgot how he kissed. She forgot how he felt. She looked at him, her eyes straining as if trying to see through him. She kissed him more intensely than he had. She wrapped her arms round his neck. He was leaning on the counter for support, because Rachel as dead weight on him. He laughed the whole time.
"I missed you so much." She said hugging him. He patted her back.
"Okay. You need some rest I see." He pulled away. "Where's Emma? You didn't accidentally put her in the oven; I wouldn't be surprised if you did with how you are acting this morning. Why are you acting so strange?"
"I just realized what life would be like without you." She said. Her voice cracked.
"Well, hopefully you wont have to live life without me. We'll be married soon enough." He said. "Are you sure you're okay?" He looked at her.
"I just need a shower. A long shower." She said walking to the bathroom.
She stepped inside of the green bathroom. She looked at her reflection. She looked a bit younger, but on the mot part, she looked the same. She had shorter hair, and it was darker. She looked at the dark rings around her eyes. Although she couldn't remember the 'night of the engagement,' (Which she had referred to before as 'The night of Ross' passing') she did know however she and Ross celebrated was an all night thing. She got into the shower. She was half way done when she heard the bathroom door open.
"Hey! We have my parent's dinner party thingy tonight. Do you want to announce the engagement?" She heard him yell. Frankly, she wanted to shout out to everyone that Ross was still alive.
"Sure." She smiled. God had given her a second chance.
And for the first time in three years, Rachel prayed to god, thanking him for his mirical.
More to Come!
XOXOElizabethXOXO
Hey! I hope you like it! And Mel, I know I didn't use ALL of your ideas, but thank you so much! I LOVE YOU ALL! (You too, Taylor! :) )