Ross came up to Rachel's bedroom that night and decided to talk to her. He sat down on the bed, and she looked hopeful.
"Rachel, um, you said that *maybe* want to get back together. I--I can't put all my hopes on 'maybe'. If you aren't even sure what you want from me, then you don't need to be sabotaging me and Bonnie, okay?"
"But--"
"No! I mean, you did this same thing when I was with Julie, Rachel! And even when I broke up with Julie for you, you got mad at me about the list I made--"
"Hey!"
"I know, I know. You hate the list. You think I should have been able to make the decision based on my gut feeling. And yet, here you are now, not even able to make a gut decision about whether or not you want me back."
Rachel pouted. "Ross! But I feel..."
"What, Rachel, what? You don't ever complete the sentence, except to kiss me and get my feelings all twisted around. I mean, ugh! Look, you eventually forgot about the list with the prom video, and we finally got together. Maybe someday, somehow, you'll forgive me for sleeping with Chloe, but until then, I'm not going to play these games with you. I'm sorry, Rachel. Good night."
Rachel watched him leave, then curled up on her bed and started to cry.
***
So Ross returned to his and Bonnie's bedroom, and tried not to flinch at the sight of her shaved head.
"Hey, what took you so long?"
"I, um, I had to tell Rachel something, and now I'm done." He nodded to himself. "I'm completely done with her."
"Okay," Bonnie shrugged and pulled him onto the bed with her.
Ross stopped her and sat back nervously. "Hey, um, can we--can we not do this tonight?"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"It's just, um--I don't want to be uncool or anything, but I'm having trouble getting used to your bald head. I mean, I'll get over it, but for now..."
Bonnie frowned and folded her arms. "Huh! I never thought you'd be so superficial, Ross. It's just my head. It's natural. Everybody's born bald."
"That's not true. Some newborns have hair."
"Fine, but I'm your girlfriend and this is how I want to look. I wouldn't complain if you wanted to change your look."
"I know. It's just, um, I'm gonna miss all your pretty hair."
"If you like my hair so much, then here!" She took out a bunch of long blond hair from a drawer, held together by a rubber band. "I was gonna give it to one of those charity places that makes wigs for cancer patients, but maybe it means more to you!" she scoffed.
Ross put the hair back in the drawer. "I'm sorry."
"Good. You just have to get used to my head this way. Who knows how long I'll keep it shaved this time? Maybe until winter, at least."
"Really?" he grimaced.
"Yeah! Now come here!" She pulled him close. "You're still new to this kinky stuff, but I'll teach you to love it, just like you loved all the stuff we've been doing before."
"Okay." He reluctantly tried to kiss her and make love while ignoring her bald head, but Bonnie insisted on him celebrating her baldness and touching it and finding it erotic. Ross couldn't do it, so she kicked him out of the room for the night.
He went downstairs to sleep on the couch.
"Rachel, um, you said that *maybe* want to get back together. I--I can't put all my hopes on 'maybe'. If you aren't even sure what you want from me, then you don't need to be sabotaging me and Bonnie, okay?"
"But--"
"No! I mean, you did this same thing when I was with Julie, Rachel! And even when I broke up with Julie for you, you got mad at me about the list I made--"
"Hey!"
"I know, I know. You hate the list. You think I should have been able to make the decision based on my gut feeling. And yet, here you are now, not even able to make a gut decision about whether or not you want me back."
Rachel pouted. "Ross! But I feel..."
"What, Rachel, what? You don't ever complete the sentence, except to kiss me and get my feelings all twisted around. I mean, ugh! Look, you eventually forgot about the list with the prom video, and we finally got together. Maybe someday, somehow, you'll forgive me for sleeping with Chloe, but until then, I'm not going to play these games with you. I'm sorry, Rachel. Good night."
Rachel watched him leave, then curled up on her bed and started to cry.
***
So Ross returned to his and Bonnie's bedroom, and tried not to flinch at the sight of her shaved head.
"Hey, what took you so long?"
"I, um, I had to tell Rachel something, and now I'm done." He nodded to himself. "I'm completely done with her."
"Okay," Bonnie shrugged and pulled him onto the bed with her.
Ross stopped her and sat back nervously. "Hey, um, can we--can we not do this tonight?"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"It's just, um--I don't want to be uncool or anything, but I'm having trouble getting used to your bald head. I mean, I'll get over it, but for now..."
Bonnie frowned and folded her arms. "Huh! I never thought you'd be so superficial, Ross. It's just my head. It's natural. Everybody's born bald."
"That's not true. Some newborns have hair."
"Fine, but I'm your girlfriend and this is how I want to look. I wouldn't complain if you wanted to change your look."
"I know. It's just, um, I'm gonna miss all your pretty hair."
"If you like my hair so much, then here!" She took out a bunch of long blond hair from a drawer, held together by a rubber band. "I was gonna give it to one of those charity places that makes wigs for cancer patients, but maybe it means more to you!" she scoffed.
Ross put the hair back in the drawer. "I'm sorry."
"Good. You just have to get used to my head this way. Who knows how long I'll keep it shaved this time? Maybe until winter, at least."
"Really?" he grimaced.
"Yeah! Now come here!" She pulled him close. "You're still new to this kinky stuff, but I'll teach you to love it, just like you loved all the stuff we've been doing before."
"Okay." He reluctantly tried to kiss her and make love while ignoring her bald head, but Bonnie insisted on him celebrating her baldness and touching it and finding it erotic. Ross couldn't do it, so she kicked him out of the room for the night.
He went downstairs to sleep on the couch.