Hey guys!! Sorry it has taken so long to put this up...please dont stop
reading!! Hehe! Anyway...here is the next part...and sorry Monica is all
mean and stuff in this part...but things will get better-and Yes, I AM
going to try and make this a R&R fic. Yay! Anyway...here goes...hope ya
enjoy it!
~~WHERE THE HEART IS~~
Rachel groaned silently to herself. OH great...her worst fear...being partners with Monica Geller. The way Monica kept glancing over at her scared Rachel, and she stared directly at the teacher as he explained the project. The only thing Rachel heard from it all was the second worst thing of the day...they would have to sit beside their YEAR LONG partner for the rest of the year. Rachel felt like jumping out the window. She hated this class...she hated her teacher...and most of all, as she stared at her getting up and bringing her stuff over, she hated Monica Geller.
As Monica, short skirt and all, sat down beside Rachel, Rachel flinched. They had been given the rest of the period-which was a little less than an hour-to discuss the project. They sat there in silence as other groups of two chatted and discussed the project, they sat, ignoring each other. Monica examined her nails and swirled her hair around on one of her fingers. It was getting really annoying, and Rachel felt like slapping her hand down. After a few minutes of silence, the teacher, somewhat 'bounced' over to them, and Rachel wondered what HE was in a good mood for.
Teacher: How are you girls doing? Why aren't you doing anything? Come on...I didn't give you this time just to sit around and stare!
Rachel: Yes sir...sorry.
(As the teacher bounced off, Monica turned to Rachel.)
Monica: Thanks a lot! You just got us in trouble!
Rachel: ME?!
Monica: Yeah, you. You were just sitting there.
Rachel: So were YOU!
Monica: You know what...shut up.
Rachel: WHAT?! Hey, you started it all!
Monica: Yeah...whatever. Hurry up...get some paper out and start taking note...Rachel, is it?
Rachel felt her face burning up. How DARE Monica treat her like this! She never did anything to her.
Monica: Hey...Rachel...
Rachel: What.
Monica: Since we haven't done anything...and I regret asking this...but maybe you should come over and we can work on this...after school.. It's going to take a lot of work, this project is, and we should get a head start.
(It was a miracle, Rachel thought. Monica actually cared about her grades- not only her stupid nails, hair or cheerleading squad.)
Rachel: Okay.
Monica: Good. Now hurry up!
Rachel: What??
Monica: Lets get busy girl...!
~(fades out with Rachel looking really pissed off)~
(later on that day. We see Rachel by her locker, going through it. It's after school and she's going over to Monica house-yes, wasting her afternoon, but she had nothing else to do. As she walked over there, she wondered if Monica would even be home. She had gotten out of class a few minutes late, and when she reached the hallways almost nobody was there anymore. It was miraculous how fast people left the school grounds each day. When she reached the house, she realised that she hadn't ever seen it from up close, and she stared at it in awe. It was huge. 'So this is why she's so conceited...' Rachel thought to herself, bringing her to break into a small fit of giggles. When she got to the door she rang the doorbell and waited for a few minutes. After a while, the door opened and a boy stood there staring back at her. It was the guy from the bus station.)
Rachel: You?!
Guy[Ross]: And YOU. What are you doing here?
Rachel: (glumly) I'm Monica's partner for some stupid project...may I ask you what YOU'RE doing here? You her boyfriend or something?
Ross: (scrunches up his face in a disgusted look) You dont know ANYTHING do you? Monica's my SISTER.
(without thinking, Rachel giggled)
Ross: What?
Rachel: that little look you just made there...(pasue) Is she that bad?
Ross: Wouldn't you know already?? Man, I feel sorry for you!
Rachel: What? Working with Monica?
Ross: Ya-huh. She's torture...
Rachel: She's your sister...
Ross: I know...but she's evil...
Rachel: Evil? What has she done to you?
Ross: I-uh-nothing. Just being herself.
Rachel: (laughs) You're weird.
Ross: thanks.
(they stare at each other in silence)
Rachel: Sooo..is Monica home?
Ross: yeah.
Rachel: then why have you been keeping me out here?
Ross: I dont know. I'm weird-remember?
Rachel: Phhff...(pause) Uh...can I come in?
Ross: Oh...right...yeah. She's in the kitchen. Over there. (points to a room down the front hall and Rachel begins to walk down to there, thinking about her conversation with Ross.)
(As she walked into the room she saw Monica sitting on a high stool by a table thing, talking on the phone. She then noticed Rachel)
Monica: Hey...I got to go...sorry...we can talk about this tomorrow...kay? Bye! (hangs up the phone) Hello.
Rachel: Hi.
Monica: Where were you? I heard the doorbell a couple of minutes ago...
Rachel Your brother was annoying me...
Monica: How do you know my brother?
Rachel: Met him at the bus stop a while ago..
Monica: Oh. Dumb, aint he?
Rachel: uh-
(suddenly Ross walks in)
Ross: 'Lo.
Monica: Go away creep.
Ross: Whoa...temper, temper!
Monica: I mean it!
Ross: I just need the phone!
Monica: then get it and LEAVE!
(fades out with Ross walking out and winks at Rachel and glances over at Monica)
~~
( a hour or two later, we see Rachel and Monica sitting in a bedroom, which is obviously Monica's. Everything is quiet and they're just working hard on the project. Monica then looks up at Rachel and puts down her pen.)
Monica: I heard about you always moving around and stuff...how does it feel to always move around?
Rachel: It's terrible. Billions of new school, new friends to make...
Monica: I've never gone through it before...I've always wanted to though.
Rachel: It's torture.
Monica: why?
Rachel: Because...it's hard to go to a new school and make new friends...
Monica: Oh. (pause) You came from North Carolina, right?
Rachel: Yeah. That's been the best place ever. My best friend lives there...
Monica: Oh cool. You know, I've always wanted to just skip school, get a car and drive around the whole country, just exploring everything...
Rachel: Really? That sounds pretty cool.
Monica: Yeah...but I dont think it'll ever happen.
Rachel: Why? Your parents?
Monica: Phff...my parents? My parents almost never pay attention to us. They work twenty-four seven...
Rachel: Oh. I'm sorry.
Monica: it doesn't matter-it means more freedom...
Rachel: Hmm...
Monica: It's more of my friends...
Rachel: your friends?
Monica: yeah...they expect you to be this prissy little princess that never crosses 'her line'.
Rachel: Then why are they your friends?
Monica: I dont know...I guess it's the peer pressure...
Rachel: Weelll...you shouldn't be talking to me about it! I've always been the lowest in the 'popular chart'. Well...in North Carolina I had my 'bunch of friends'...but yeah.
Monica: I used to be like that...but I promised myself I never would again. I dont want to be the old me...ever again.
(silence filled the room and they just stared at the walls around them)
Monica: Rachel? Have you ever had this life time dream...that you have been trying to achieve...but something always gets in the way?
Rachel: I-I-not really...but I can think of something's I really wanted but something got in the way...why?
Monica: because that's me. I grew up in a good family Rachel...a good one...but as we all grew older, we all just broke apart. And while that happened...my dream broke apart too. I got sick...I just stopped everything in my life.
Rachel: What do you mean you got sick?
Monica: I was fat...(she broke off and looked down at herself)
Rachel understood. Rachel understood everything Monica was saying. She should have realised it before. Her dream...had not been destroyed by her family...it had been destroyed by the sickness. Everything-gone. As she looked at Monica, she then realised that she was amazingly thin, and so that meant she was still going through it. Her friends weren't helping it- maybe they didn't even know. As she stared at Monica, she began to feel tears grow in her eyes. She didn't know why...she didn't understand...but as Monica had been talking about her personal life, Rachel felt a strong connection to her...not like the hate she had been feeling in the morning. She felt sorry for her...and she wanted to help her-she wanted to be a friend. Before she knew it, she had hugged Monica, and she had been right. Monica did need a friend...and she would be the one, to get her through life, and fulfil her dreams. Suddenly, all the hate...disappeared.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hey guys...there you have it! Chapter 3! And I actually managed to make it long! Hehe...it's about 5 pages. Anyway...I really, really hope you like it...and I'll be sure to continue it very soon...even if tomorrow is the first day of the Christmas break...I'll try!! Okay...so, please review, and be nice!! I'll continue soon! BYE 4 NOW!!
~~WHERE THE HEART IS~~
Rachel groaned silently to herself. OH great...her worst fear...being partners with Monica Geller. The way Monica kept glancing over at her scared Rachel, and she stared directly at the teacher as he explained the project. The only thing Rachel heard from it all was the second worst thing of the day...they would have to sit beside their YEAR LONG partner for the rest of the year. Rachel felt like jumping out the window. She hated this class...she hated her teacher...and most of all, as she stared at her getting up and bringing her stuff over, she hated Monica Geller.
As Monica, short skirt and all, sat down beside Rachel, Rachel flinched. They had been given the rest of the period-which was a little less than an hour-to discuss the project. They sat there in silence as other groups of two chatted and discussed the project, they sat, ignoring each other. Monica examined her nails and swirled her hair around on one of her fingers. It was getting really annoying, and Rachel felt like slapping her hand down. After a few minutes of silence, the teacher, somewhat 'bounced' over to them, and Rachel wondered what HE was in a good mood for.
Teacher: How are you girls doing? Why aren't you doing anything? Come on...I didn't give you this time just to sit around and stare!
Rachel: Yes sir...sorry.
(As the teacher bounced off, Monica turned to Rachel.)
Monica: Thanks a lot! You just got us in trouble!
Rachel: ME?!
Monica: Yeah, you. You were just sitting there.
Rachel: So were YOU!
Monica: You know what...shut up.
Rachel: WHAT?! Hey, you started it all!
Monica: Yeah...whatever. Hurry up...get some paper out and start taking note...Rachel, is it?
Rachel felt her face burning up. How DARE Monica treat her like this! She never did anything to her.
Monica: Hey...Rachel...
Rachel: What.
Monica: Since we haven't done anything...and I regret asking this...but maybe you should come over and we can work on this...after school.. It's going to take a lot of work, this project is, and we should get a head start.
(It was a miracle, Rachel thought. Monica actually cared about her grades- not only her stupid nails, hair or cheerleading squad.)
Rachel: Okay.
Monica: Good. Now hurry up!
Rachel: What??
Monica: Lets get busy girl...!
~(fades out with Rachel looking really pissed off)~
(later on that day. We see Rachel by her locker, going through it. It's after school and she's going over to Monica house-yes, wasting her afternoon, but she had nothing else to do. As she walked over there, she wondered if Monica would even be home. She had gotten out of class a few minutes late, and when she reached the hallways almost nobody was there anymore. It was miraculous how fast people left the school grounds each day. When she reached the house, she realised that she hadn't ever seen it from up close, and she stared at it in awe. It was huge. 'So this is why she's so conceited...' Rachel thought to herself, bringing her to break into a small fit of giggles. When she got to the door she rang the doorbell and waited for a few minutes. After a while, the door opened and a boy stood there staring back at her. It was the guy from the bus station.)
Rachel: You?!
Guy[Ross]: And YOU. What are you doing here?
Rachel: (glumly) I'm Monica's partner for some stupid project...may I ask you what YOU'RE doing here? You her boyfriend or something?
Ross: (scrunches up his face in a disgusted look) You dont know ANYTHING do you? Monica's my SISTER.
(without thinking, Rachel giggled)
Ross: What?
Rachel: that little look you just made there...(pasue) Is she that bad?
Ross: Wouldn't you know already?? Man, I feel sorry for you!
Rachel: What? Working with Monica?
Ross: Ya-huh. She's torture...
Rachel: She's your sister...
Ross: I know...but she's evil...
Rachel: Evil? What has she done to you?
Ross: I-uh-nothing. Just being herself.
Rachel: (laughs) You're weird.
Ross: thanks.
(they stare at each other in silence)
Rachel: Sooo..is Monica home?
Ross: yeah.
Rachel: then why have you been keeping me out here?
Ross: I dont know. I'm weird-remember?
Rachel: Phhff...(pause) Uh...can I come in?
Ross: Oh...right...yeah. She's in the kitchen. Over there. (points to a room down the front hall and Rachel begins to walk down to there, thinking about her conversation with Ross.)
(As she walked into the room she saw Monica sitting on a high stool by a table thing, talking on the phone. She then noticed Rachel)
Monica: Hey...I got to go...sorry...we can talk about this tomorrow...kay? Bye! (hangs up the phone) Hello.
Rachel: Hi.
Monica: Where were you? I heard the doorbell a couple of minutes ago...
Rachel Your brother was annoying me...
Monica: How do you know my brother?
Rachel: Met him at the bus stop a while ago..
Monica: Oh. Dumb, aint he?
Rachel: uh-
(suddenly Ross walks in)
Ross: 'Lo.
Monica: Go away creep.
Ross: Whoa...temper, temper!
Monica: I mean it!
Ross: I just need the phone!
Monica: then get it and LEAVE!
(fades out with Ross walking out and winks at Rachel and glances over at Monica)
~~
( a hour or two later, we see Rachel and Monica sitting in a bedroom, which is obviously Monica's. Everything is quiet and they're just working hard on the project. Monica then looks up at Rachel and puts down her pen.)
Monica: I heard about you always moving around and stuff...how does it feel to always move around?
Rachel: It's terrible. Billions of new school, new friends to make...
Monica: I've never gone through it before...I've always wanted to though.
Rachel: It's torture.
Monica: why?
Rachel: Because...it's hard to go to a new school and make new friends...
Monica: Oh. (pause) You came from North Carolina, right?
Rachel: Yeah. That's been the best place ever. My best friend lives there...
Monica: Oh cool. You know, I've always wanted to just skip school, get a car and drive around the whole country, just exploring everything...
Rachel: Really? That sounds pretty cool.
Monica: Yeah...but I dont think it'll ever happen.
Rachel: Why? Your parents?
Monica: Phff...my parents? My parents almost never pay attention to us. They work twenty-four seven...
Rachel: Oh. I'm sorry.
Monica: it doesn't matter-it means more freedom...
Rachel: Hmm...
Monica: It's more of my friends...
Rachel: your friends?
Monica: yeah...they expect you to be this prissy little princess that never crosses 'her line'.
Rachel: Then why are they your friends?
Monica: I dont know...I guess it's the peer pressure...
Rachel: Weelll...you shouldn't be talking to me about it! I've always been the lowest in the 'popular chart'. Well...in North Carolina I had my 'bunch of friends'...but yeah.
Monica: I used to be like that...but I promised myself I never would again. I dont want to be the old me...ever again.
(silence filled the room and they just stared at the walls around them)
Monica: Rachel? Have you ever had this life time dream...that you have been trying to achieve...but something always gets in the way?
Rachel: I-I-not really...but I can think of something's I really wanted but something got in the way...why?
Monica: because that's me. I grew up in a good family Rachel...a good one...but as we all grew older, we all just broke apart. And while that happened...my dream broke apart too. I got sick...I just stopped everything in my life.
Rachel: What do you mean you got sick?
Monica: I was fat...(she broke off and looked down at herself)
Rachel understood. Rachel understood everything Monica was saying. She should have realised it before. Her dream...had not been destroyed by her family...it had been destroyed by the sickness. Everything-gone. As she looked at Monica, she then realised that she was amazingly thin, and so that meant she was still going through it. Her friends weren't helping it- maybe they didn't even know. As she stared at Monica, she began to feel tears grow in her eyes. She didn't know why...she didn't understand...but as Monica had been talking about her personal life, Rachel felt a strong connection to her...not like the hate she had been feeling in the morning. She felt sorry for her...and she wanted to help her-she wanted to be a friend. Before she knew it, she had hugged Monica, and she had been right. Monica did need a friend...and she would be the one, to get her through life, and fulfil her dreams. Suddenly, all the hate...disappeared.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hey guys...there you have it! Chapter 3! And I actually managed to make it long! Hehe...it's about 5 pages. Anyway...I really, really hope you like it...and I'll be sure to continue it very soon...even if tomorrow is the first day of the Christmas break...I'll try!! Okay...so, please review, and be nice!! I'll continue soon! BYE 4 NOW!!