I'm back! I'm sooo sorry that it's taking so long to get these chapters
out but I've been busy and I am running out of ideas! ACK! Anywho, here's
chapter 7
Just Friends?
Chapter 7: The One with Rachel's Dad: Coming Home
"CHANDLER AND RACHEL???" yelped Joey at what appeared to be a now deaf Monica. "Yes Joey, there's together now," she said. Joey again stared at her. He was sitting in his 'chair.' Joey had FedExed it the other day much to his delight and Monica's dismay. He was staying with her until he got a place since obviously Chandler's was well 'taken.' Monica let out a big deep sigh. "What's wrong Mon?" Joey asked, turning to her. "I don't know Joey. It's strange that all of a sudden Chandler and Rachel of all people get together. Next thing you know Ross and Phoebe will announce that they're together," chuckled Monica. She sat up and walked over to the kitchen with Joey in tow. He was following her so closely that Monica tripped and about fell forward. "Joey!! What are you doing??"
"I thought you were gonna cook something," Joey whimpered. Monica sighed again and turned to do her dishes which is what she had intended to do in the beginning. Joey frowned and turned on the t.v, pouting.
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"What did we just do?" whispered Phoebe. She was wrapped up in a bed sheet and her blonde hair was very tousled, after what seemed like a lot of 'exercise.' Ross, who was sitting up at the top of the bed, glanced at her. "Um . . . Phoebe must I explain? Ok, when a man and a woman love each other very much . . . the man he . . ." he started before Phoebe cut him off with a giggle. "Oh, Ross I know all about that." She sighed. "Then what is it Pheebs?" asked Ross, tilting his head slightly. "Did we just ruin our friendship forever?"
It was silent for a second before Ross answered her. "I don't think so. I mean, do you regret anything we just did?" Phoebe smiled at him. She moved up next to Ross and kissed him on the nose. "Not at all. Not at all, Ross."
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"Chandler! Are we out of coffee?" called Rachel. She was dressed in a black negligee, which was a bit unlike her. She was rummaging in the pantry and her voice was a bit muffled. "What?" he called back. "DO WE HAVE ANY COFFEE!" she tried again, again her voice was muffled. "No, I don't have any toffee."
Rachel groaned and walked into Chandler's room where he was well, changing. "AH! Does no one knock anymore!?" he yelped, grabbing his robe and wrapping it indignantly around himself. Rachel grinned. "Well, looks like I got my tat," she said, seductively. Chandler smiled at her and loosened his grip a little on the tie of the robe. Rachel walked toward him and started to kiss him and the robe fell off . . .
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Chandler groaned and turned over. He was having such a wonderful dream, why did his alarm clock have to go off. He opened his eyes and he came upon Rachel sleeping, peacefully. He smiled and reached over to stroke her hair. She was beautiful while sleeping.
A few minutes later Chandler got up to get ready for work. He tiptoed in the bathroom and turned the shower on. 'How did all of this happen so fast,' he thought as he stepped into the steamy shower. As he let the water douse him, he thought. He thought about Rachel, mostly. 'Why didn't I ever feel attracted to her? Was it because of Ross?' He sighed, loudly. For now, he wouldn't worry about it. He was with a beautiful woman, both inside and out. He was happy, happier than he could ever remember. Could Chandler Bing be falling in love?
BACK IN CHANDLER'S BEDROOM
Rachel stirred. "Chandler? " she whispered, groggily. He was nowhere to be seen but she heard the shower so she didn't worry too much. She yawned and stretched. 'Last night was so nice,' she thought, dreamily. She hugged herself. 'It's been a long time since I've felt this way. Could I be in love?' she thought. She smiled to herself. Sure, she could be in love but she only knew too well about Chandler's phobia. 'Hmmm . . . I might just have to change that a little bit,' she thought, smiling. She spotted Chandler's pillow and grabbed it. She hugged it and smiled even wider. 'Today could be one fine day,' she thought as she leapt up and ran to the bathroom.
CHANDLER'S BATHROOM
Chandler was just putting on his suit when he heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Come in," he called. Rachel bounced in. "My, my, aren't you just all hippity hoppity today," he said with a grin. Rachel smiled and hugged him. "Do you have to go to work?" she groaned into his suit. "Yes Rach, you know that. Aren't you forgetting you job?" he asked, kissing her head.
"Um . . . actually Chandler I have been meaning to tell you. I, uh, quit." Chandler pulled away surprised. "What? When? There, like haven't been enough days for this to happen." Rachel looked up at him. "I called them yesterday. They fought but I've been working too long and I want an extended vacation, I guess," she mumbled, fiddling with Chandler's tie. He smiled. "It's ok, it's not as though you have no friends to help you when you need it," he said, brushing some hair out of her face. She smiled softly. It was silent before the phone could be heard ringing. Chandler gave Rachel a quick peck on the cheek. "I really need to go, can you get that?" he asked, picking up his briefcase. She nodded and walked out after him and picked up the phone in his room. She waved goodbye to Chandler. "Hello?" she said, into the phone. "Is Rachel Green there?" said, a familiar voice. She smiled. "Hey Mom, what's up?" she asked, sitting on the bed. "Oh Rachel? Good, I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"What is it Mom?" asked Rachel. "Rachel, dear, it's your father. Honey, he's sick. I need you to come home for a while. Perhaps you could bring some of your friends. Your father would like that," he mother said, weakly. "Wait Mom, Dad and you can't stand to be in the same room together, how is he taking you being there?" asked Rachel, tears starting to stream down her face at the thought of her father being sick. "Jill called me and told me to come down and take care of him and it seems as though he's pretty grateful for it," said her mom, who also seemed like she was choking up a little bit. "Thanks Mom, I'll be home as soon as possible. Bye," said Rachel as the tears burst forth. Her dad was sick and for once Rachel Green couldn't do anything. She just sat there and cried. 'I need Chandler,' she thought, as her eyes fell on his side of the bed and his pillow. Once again, she gripped the pillow and reached for the phone. Knowing that Chandler was at work, she called one other person she knew could make her feel better.
"Hello? Joey? It's Rachel"
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Well?? And you all thought she would call Ross didn't ya?? Ha! Review! I always value your ideas and opinions and who can tell me where Rachel grew up because I'm drawing a blank . . . . more later!
~Ally~
Just Friends?
Chapter 7: The One with Rachel's Dad: Coming Home
"CHANDLER AND RACHEL???" yelped Joey at what appeared to be a now deaf Monica. "Yes Joey, there's together now," she said. Joey again stared at her. He was sitting in his 'chair.' Joey had FedExed it the other day much to his delight and Monica's dismay. He was staying with her until he got a place since obviously Chandler's was well 'taken.' Monica let out a big deep sigh. "What's wrong Mon?" Joey asked, turning to her. "I don't know Joey. It's strange that all of a sudden Chandler and Rachel of all people get together. Next thing you know Ross and Phoebe will announce that they're together," chuckled Monica. She sat up and walked over to the kitchen with Joey in tow. He was following her so closely that Monica tripped and about fell forward. "Joey!! What are you doing??"
"I thought you were gonna cook something," Joey whimpered. Monica sighed again and turned to do her dishes which is what she had intended to do in the beginning. Joey frowned and turned on the t.v, pouting.
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"What did we just do?" whispered Phoebe. She was wrapped up in a bed sheet and her blonde hair was very tousled, after what seemed like a lot of 'exercise.' Ross, who was sitting up at the top of the bed, glanced at her. "Um . . . Phoebe must I explain? Ok, when a man and a woman love each other very much . . . the man he . . ." he started before Phoebe cut him off with a giggle. "Oh, Ross I know all about that." She sighed. "Then what is it Pheebs?" asked Ross, tilting his head slightly. "Did we just ruin our friendship forever?"
It was silent for a second before Ross answered her. "I don't think so. I mean, do you regret anything we just did?" Phoebe smiled at him. She moved up next to Ross and kissed him on the nose. "Not at all. Not at all, Ross."
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"Chandler! Are we out of coffee?" called Rachel. She was dressed in a black negligee, which was a bit unlike her. She was rummaging in the pantry and her voice was a bit muffled. "What?" he called back. "DO WE HAVE ANY COFFEE!" she tried again, again her voice was muffled. "No, I don't have any toffee."
Rachel groaned and walked into Chandler's room where he was well, changing. "AH! Does no one knock anymore!?" he yelped, grabbing his robe and wrapping it indignantly around himself. Rachel grinned. "Well, looks like I got my tat," she said, seductively. Chandler smiled at her and loosened his grip a little on the tie of the robe. Rachel walked toward him and started to kiss him and the robe fell off . . .
RRRRRIIIIINNNNGGG!!!!!!!!!!
Chandler groaned and turned over. He was having such a wonderful dream, why did his alarm clock have to go off. He opened his eyes and he came upon Rachel sleeping, peacefully. He smiled and reached over to stroke her hair. She was beautiful while sleeping.
A few minutes later Chandler got up to get ready for work. He tiptoed in the bathroom and turned the shower on. 'How did all of this happen so fast,' he thought as he stepped into the steamy shower. As he let the water douse him, he thought. He thought about Rachel, mostly. 'Why didn't I ever feel attracted to her? Was it because of Ross?' He sighed, loudly. For now, he wouldn't worry about it. He was with a beautiful woman, both inside and out. He was happy, happier than he could ever remember. Could Chandler Bing be falling in love?
BACK IN CHANDLER'S BEDROOM
Rachel stirred. "Chandler? " she whispered, groggily. He was nowhere to be seen but she heard the shower so she didn't worry too much. She yawned and stretched. 'Last night was so nice,' she thought, dreamily. She hugged herself. 'It's been a long time since I've felt this way. Could I be in love?' she thought. She smiled to herself. Sure, she could be in love but she only knew too well about Chandler's phobia. 'Hmmm . . . I might just have to change that a little bit,' she thought, smiling. She spotted Chandler's pillow and grabbed it. She hugged it and smiled even wider. 'Today could be one fine day,' she thought as she leapt up and ran to the bathroom.
CHANDLER'S BATHROOM
Chandler was just putting on his suit when he heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Come in," he called. Rachel bounced in. "My, my, aren't you just all hippity hoppity today," he said with a grin. Rachel smiled and hugged him. "Do you have to go to work?" she groaned into his suit. "Yes Rach, you know that. Aren't you forgetting you job?" he asked, kissing her head.
"Um . . . actually Chandler I have been meaning to tell you. I, uh, quit." Chandler pulled away surprised. "What? When? There, like haven't been enough days for this to happen." Rachel looked up at him. "I called them yesterday. They fought but I've been working too long and I want an extended vacation, I guess," she mumbled, fiddling with Chandler's tie. He smiled. "It's ok, it's not as though you have no friends to help you when you need it," he said, brushing some hair out of her face. She smiled softly. It was silent before the phone could be heard ringing. Chandler gave Rachel a quick peck on the cheek. "I really need to go, can you get that?" he asked, picking up his briefcase. She nodded and walked out after him and picked up the phone in his room. She waved goodbye to Chandler. "Hello?" she said, into the phone. "Is Rachel Green there?" said, a familiar voice. She smiled. "Hey Mom, what's up?" she asked, sitting on the bed. "Oh Rachel? Good, I'm afraid I have some bad news."
"What is it Mom?" asked Rachel. "Rachel, dear, it's your father. Honey, he's sick. I need you to come home for a while. Perhaps you could bring some of your friends. Your father would like that," he mother said, weakly. "Wait Mom, Dad and you can't stand to be in the same room together, how is he taking you being there?" asked Rachel, tears starting to stream down her face at the thought of her father being sick. "Jill called me and told me to come down and take care of him and it seems as though he's pretty grateful for it," said her mom, who also seemed like she was choking up a little bit. "Thanks Mom, I'll be home as soon as possible. Bye," said Rachel as the tears burst forth. Her dad was sick and for once Rachel Green couldn't do anything. She just sat there and cried. 'I need Chandler,' she thought, as her eyes fell on his side of the bed and his pillow. Once again, she gripped the pillow and reached for the phone. Knowing that Chandler was at work, she called one other person she knew could make her feel better.
"Hello? Joey? It's Rachel"
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Well?? And you all thought she would call Ross didn't ya?? Ha! Review! I always value your ideas and opinions and who can tell me where Rachel grew up because I'm drawing a blank . . . . more later!
~Ally~