Still don't own any of them..
Always Here For You.
Ross and Rachel were cuddling. So cute and sweet on her couch like old times, occasionally kissing. They both had missed each other very much; you could just tell by the way they held each other. It was a picture perfect moment. Something they both wanted. Later that night.. Rachel was sitting alone in her apartment, her eyes bloodshot. She had obviously been drinking. Why she was drinking, she didn't know, it was just like 2nd nature to her, to drink when she was bored. To get over Ross, she had begun drinking, and now she was an alcoholic. What did she do to herself? She got up and picked up the phone and dialed a number.
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"Ross, hey it's me.. um can you come over?"
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"Yeah, sure I'll be there in 2 minutes"
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"Kay thanks" and with that she hung up. She took a deep breath and sighed. She knew she had to tell Ross but how? She pondered the thought for a moment but then a knocking interrupted her thoughts. Rachel walked over to the door, took another deep breath and opened it slightly.
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"Hey sweetie" Ross's voice made her smile shyly. She blushed and opened the door completely so he could come in. He kissed her briefly, but still she said nothing to him. "Sweetie," he started curiously, "are you okay?"
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"If I told you I was you wouldn't believe me."
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"Rach, what's wrong?" she went over to the couch and sat down. She looked down at her feet, and started crying. He came over, sat on the couch next to her and put his arm around her and embraced her in a deep hug. "Sweetie, you can tell me. I love you and no matter what it is, I'll always love you." He kissed her hair, then her forehead. He placed his hands gently on her cheeks and she looked up. The tears glistened in her ice, like diamonds. She placed her hands on his and looked down again.
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"No, no you won't." She cried again. Why was it so hard to tell him? They just sat there for what seemed like hours. He got up, went over to the counter to pour them some wine, help to mellow things out. He went to the cupboard where it was usually kept and found 3 empty bottles.
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"Hey Rach, you're all out of wine, there's just 3 empty bottles here."
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"Oh, um.." She began hesitantly
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"Wait, these were full when I came over earlier, what the hell happened?" She broke into tears. She had to tell him. "Rach?"
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"Okay, Ross here's the thing." He sat back down next to her, awaiting an explanation. "Well, you, uh, know when we broke up?" He nodded his head, "well I got," she cleared her throat, "well um I .. I.. " She couldn't finish her sentence. She ran into her room and locked the door. Ross quickly followed.
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"Rachel! What's wrong, I'm worried about you! It looks like you haven't eaten in days, your always crying, you have no alcohol left and I saw you buy so much the other day and last night when we you were sleeping I noticed a big scab on your arm. Tell me what happened! You're scaring me." He got all teary eyed. He knew the answer. He didn't want to accept it. His girlfriend, his love, his soul mate, his lobster was suffering from depression. He didn't know what to do, what to say. "Sweetie, I know what's wrong, and I . wanna . help .you . come .. out .. please" He was like begging her, crying in between words kneeling in front of her door, lightly leaning on it. "I know you need me, and I need you." The door opened slightly, and he fell into her room.
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"No you don't. You don't understand."
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"Help me understand then, I need you in my life. I'm nothing without you."
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"Fine, be nothing because that'll make two of us." She closed her door and he began to cry again because she wouldn't let him into her life. He closed his eyes. He opened them suddenly and sniffed the air. It was a wretched smell that he recognized.
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"Rachel, what the hell are you doing in there? Are you smoking?"
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"What if I am" she called from her room, almost giddy, obviously on the verge of being high.
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"Rachel open up, I don't want you getting stoned without me" She opened the door, with a joint between her fingers. He quickly grabbed it, and put it out. He grabbed a hold of her. "What's wrong, why are you doing this?"
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"Ross, when you left me, I was a nobody with nothing. Nothing made me happy. Everything I did reminded me of you. All the good times we had spent together, and the bad. How you made me laugh, how you cheated on me. I was empty, I needed security." Hearing her say she needed security made him pull her in tight to his chest, he knew she needed him. "I stopped going to the coffee house because you were always there. When you weren't, everyone just asked me how I was, if I still loved you, bullshit like that. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted out. I looked back to my high school life, how did I get so happy when I got used all the time? Pot." She was speaking into his shoulder because he had her in such a tight hold. They both had tears in their eyes, but neither crying. She looked up, and continued. "I called Paul Strang, the high school dealer. He hooked me up and I was golden, or at least I thought. I got so stoned one day that I just raided the kitchen for anything and everything that had a little bit of alcohol in it. I became addicted to both. So every morning, every night, every second I thought of you, I would get high, get drunk and then cut my wrist, watching the blood spurt everywhere. The blood that made me, me." It was obvious they were both crying at this point. Tears were flowing down both of their faces. Her face was all scrunched up, trying to hold them back. She went to finish but Ross shushed her.
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"No matter who you are, or what you do, I'll always love you and be here for you." He smiled at her, and a small sheepish smile spread across her face. She knew he was the one to keep her going, to keep her alive.
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The next morning.. Ross and Rachel are laying bed, enjoying each other's company. Ross's eyes blink and then open, shift over to the clock and burst open in shock.
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"Holy Shit! It's 9:30 already? My boss is gonna kill me!" He put his pants back on grabbed his shirt started to run out the door, but looked back at Rachel. She was so peaceful lying there. Just by looking at her you couldn't tell she was troubled. We hurried back over to her, kissed her gently and sped off to work.
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Brrrrrrrrringgggg Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrringgg. The phone was going off, Rachel was still sound asleep. "Hey, it's Rachel I can't come to the phone right now but leave me a message 'kay!" Silence. Rachel awoke, startled by the phone. She looked over at the clock. 12 noon. She heard a beeping behind her. A "1" was flashing on her answering machine. She clicked play, and heard nothing. "Weird" She said as she rubbed her eyes and stretched a little. She put on a pair of Ross's boxers, and a shirt he had left at her apartment. She went out into the living room.
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"Ross?" She looked around for him and found no trace, not even a note saying he was gone. Used. That was the thought that ran through her head. He just wanted sex from her. How could she be so stupid? He never wanted to be with her. All of this was untrue, but Rachel chose to make it seem true as for an excuse to light up. And that she did.
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She smoked a hell of a lot this time, a few grams. She was completely stoned; she didn't know what she was doing at that point. She had put a pot on her head and marched around the apartment in her underwear, basically mooning the neighbors like ugly naked guy had done. She ran into the wall a few times and fell over. She got back up and continued marching. She started singing. "SMELLAAY CAAAT SMEEEEEELLLLLLAYYY CAAAAAAAT WHAAT ARE THE. THE.. oh! THEEEEEEEEEY FEEEEDINGGGGGG YOUUUUU." Rachel started jumping too, shaking the small trinkets all over the room. Boom. Boom. Boom. Silence. No more singing, or marching or jumping. Just silence.
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A few hours later the door opened. "Hey Rach it's ... OMG!" Ross stood there, as white as a ghost, in shock. He didn't move or make a sound. He just stood there.
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What do u guys think? N thanks for the reviews on chap1 :)
Always Here For You.
Ross and Rachel were cuddling. So cute and sweet on her couch like old times, occasionally kissing. They both had missed each other very much; you could just tell by the way they held each other. It was a picture perfect moment. Something they both wanted. Later that night.. Rachel was sitting alone in her apartment, her eyes bloodshot. She had obviously been drinking. Why she was drinking, she didn't know, it was just like 2nd nature to her, to drink when she was bored. To get over Ross, she had begun drinking, and now she was an alcoholic. What did she do to herself? She got up and picked up the phone and dialed a number.
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"Ross, hey it's me.. um can you come over?"
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"Yeah, sure I'll be there in 2 minutes"
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"Kay thanks" and with that she hung up. She took a deep breath and sighed. She knew she had to tell Ross but how? She pondered the thought for a moment but then a knocking interrupted her thoughts. Rachel walked over to the door, took another deep breath and opened it slightly.
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"Hey sweetie" Ross's voice made her smile shyly. She blushed and opened the door completely so he could come in. He kissed her briefly, but still she said nothing to him. "Sweetie," he started curiously, "are you okay?"
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"If I told you I was you wouldn't believe me."
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"Rach, what's wrong?" she went over to the couch and sat down. She looked down at her feet, and started crying. He came over, sat on the couch next to her and put his arm around her and embraced her in a deep hug. "Sweetie, you can tell me. I love you and no matter what it is, I'll always love you." He kissed her hair, then her forehead. He placed his hands gently on her cheeks and she looked up. The tears glistened in her ice, like diamonds. She placed her hands on his and looked down again.
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"No, no you won't." She cried again. Why was it so hard to tell him? They just sat there for what seemed like hours. He got up, went over to the counter to pour them some wine, help to mellow things out. He went to the cupboard where it was usually kept and found 3 empty bottles.
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"Hey Rach, you're all out of wine, there's just 3 empty bottles here."
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"Oh, um.." She began hesitantly
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"Wait, these were full when I came over earlier, what the hell happened?" She broke into tears. She had to tell him. "Rach?"
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"Okay, Ross here's the thing." He sat back down next to her, awaiting an explanation. "Well, you, uh, know when we broke up?" He nodded his head, "well I got," she cleared her throat, "well um I .. I.. " She couldn't finish her sentence. She ran into her room and locked the door. Ross quickly followed.
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"Rachel! What's wrong, I'm worried about you! It looks like you haven't eaten in days, your always crying, you have no alcohol left and I saw you buy so much the other day and last night when we you were sleeping I noticed a big scab on your arm. Tell me what happened! You're scaring me." He got all teary eyed. He knew the answer. He didn't want to accept it. His girlfriend, his love, his soul mate, his lobster was suffering from depression. He didn't know what to do, what to say. "Sweetie, I know what's wrong, and I . wanna . help .you . come .. out .. please" He was like begging her, crying in between words kneeling in front of her door, lightly leaning on it. "I know you need me, and I need you." The door opened slightly, and he fell into her room.
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"No you don't. You don't understand."
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"Help me understand then, I need you in my life. I'm nothing without you."
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"Fine, be nothing because that'll make two of us." She closed her door and he began to cry again because she wouldn't let him into her life. He closed his eyes. He opened them suddenly and sniffed the air. It was a wretched smell that he recognized.
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"Rachel, what the hell are you doing in there? Are you smoking?"
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"What if I am" she called from her room, almost giddy, obviously on the verge of being high.
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"Rachel open up, I don't want you getting stoned without me" She opened the door, with a joint between her fingers. He quickly grabbed it, and put it out. He grabbed a hold of her. "What's wrong, why are you doing this?"
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"Ross, when you left me, I was a nobody with nothing. Nothing made me happy. Everything I did reminded me of you. All the good times we had spent together, and the bad. How you made me laugh, how you cheated on me. I was empty, I needed security." Hearing her say she needed security made him pull her in tight to his chest, he knew she needed him. "I stopped going to the coffee house because you were always there. When you weren't, everyone just asked me how I was, if I still loved you, bullshit like that. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted out. I looked back to my high school life, how did I get so happy when I got used all the time? Pot." She was speaking into his shoulder because he had her in such a tight hold. They both had tears in their eyes, but neither crying. She looked up, and continued. "I called Paul Strang, the high school dealer. He hooked me up and I was golden, or at least I thought. I got so stoned one day that I just raided the kitchen for anything and everything that had a little bit of alcohol in it. I became addicted to both. So every morning, every night, every second I thought of you, I would get high, get drunk and then cut my wrist, watching the blood spurt everywhere. The blood that made me, me." It was obvious they were both crying at this point. Tears were flowing down both of their faces. Her face was all scrunched up, trying to hold them back. She went to finish but Ross shushed her.
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"No matter who you are, or what you do, I'll always love you and be here for you." He smiled at her, and a small sheepish smile spread across her face. She knew he was the one to keep her going, to keep her alive.
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The next morning.. Ross and Rachel are laying bed, enjoying each other's company. Ross's eyes blink and then open, shift over to the clock and burst open in shock.
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"Holy Shit! It's 9:30 already? My boss is gonna kill me!" He put his pants back on grabbed his shirt started to run out the door, but looked back at Rachel. She was so peaceful lying there. Just by looking at her you couldn't tell she was troubled. We hurried back over to her, kissed her gently and sped off to work.
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Brrrrrrrrringgggg Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrringgg. The phone was going off, Rachel was still sound asleep. "Hey, it's Rachel I can't come to the phone right now but leave me a message 'kay!" Silence. Rachel awoke, startled by the phone. She looked over at the clock. 12 noon. She heard a beeping behind her. A "1" was flashing on her answering machine. She clicked play, and heard nothing. "Weird" She said as she rubbed her eyes and stretched a little. She put on a pair of Ross's boxers, and a shirt he had left at her apartment. She went out into the living room.
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"Ross?" She looked around for him and found no trace, not even a note saying he was gone. Used. That was the thought that ran through her head. He just wanted sex from her. How could she be so stupid? He never wanted to be with her. All of this was untrue, but Rachel chose to make it seem true as for an excuse to light up. And that she did.
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She smoked a hell of a lot this time, a few grams. She was completely stoned; she didn't know what she was doing at that point. She had put a pot on her head and marched around the apartment in her underwear, basically mooning the neighbors like ugly naked guy had done. She ran into the wall a few times and fell over. She got back up and continued marching. She started singing. "SMELLAAY CAAAT SMEEEEEELLLLLLAYYY CAAAAAAAT WHAAT ARE THE. THE.. oh! THEEEEEEEEEY FEEEEDINGGGGGG YOUUUUU." Rachel started jumping too, shaking the small trinkets all over the room. Boom. Boom. Boom. Silence. No more singing, or marching or jumping. Just silence.
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A few hours later the door opened. "Hey Rach it's ... OMG!" Ross stood there, as white as a ghost, in shock. He didn't move or make a sound. He just stood there.
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What do u guys think? N thanks for the reviews on chap1 :)