Faith's Abyss

Rachel woke up later then usual. She was still exhausted from the night before, and she had just so happened to drink her insecurities away. She never should have brought Ross up to go, She thought. But then again, she would have went on wondering what could have been if she hadn't.

Rachel sat up in her large, hotel bed and walked over to her luggage bag. She fumbled through it, pulling out a bottle of aspirin. She popped a few into her mouth and swallowed them dry. All she needed now was a long shower and a few hours of coffee. She had remembered seeing a cute little coffee house on her way to the club last night. Something...perk?

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"I'm so tired!" Andrea whined as Rachel shoved her into the coffee house.

"Come on, that's what coffee is for!" Rachel laughed. She hadn't really dwelled on the whole Ross situation. She hadn't seen him in a long time. She should have known that he would have moved on. She had, hadn't she?

Andrea walked over and collapsed herself onto a big orange couch in the middle of the "living room" of the coffee place. Rachel walked over to the guy with platinum blonde colored hair.

"Could I get two double Mocha's please with a shot of vanilla?" She asked. The man nodded and took her money. "Keep the change." She said in her best snob voice. She walked over and collapsed next to Andrea.

"What- A- Night." Andrea said slowly. Rachel smiled.

"Yea. I know. Nothing could mess my day up after that." She said. "I got to talk to Erica Cain!" She said. Suddenly, someone clearing their throat behind them interrupted both.

Two men and two women stood close looking at them. One of the men was Joey. Rachel smiled.

"Hey Joey." Andrea greeted. "Can we help you?" She asked. Joey smiled.

"Hey guys. I know this is going to sound rude, but, that's kind of our spot." He said. The woman with black hair nodded.

"Not trying to be rude." She chimed in. Rachel looked at the woman. She looked familiar.

"Oh." Rachel said. All of them busted out laughing.

"We're joking!" The blonde woman laughed. "Hi, I'm Phoebe." She greeted. Rachel and Andrea both stood. "Joey has said so much about you." She said shaking Andrea's hand. Andrea looked over with an impressed look on her face.

"Oh has he?" She asked. The black haired woman greeted Rachel.

"I'm Monica. Monica Bing." Monica said gripping Rachel's hand tightly and shaking it.

"Mon- Monica Bing as in, Ross Geller's sister?!" Rachel gasped. Monica nodded.

"How did you-?" She asked. Rachel smiled.

"I'm Rachel. Rachel Green. I am uhm, friends with your brother. We met in Jamaica." She said. Monica smiled broadly.

"I knew you looked familiar! Ross has a picture of you in his wallet!" She smiled. Funny, Rachel never remembered giving Ross a picture of herself. But the fact that he had one and kept it all this time made her forget whatever it was about the situation that made her feel weird.

"Well, since no one has introduced me, I'm Chandler Bing." Chandler greeted. Andrea shook his hand. All sat down on the sofa, Joey sat on the stool and Phoebe in the chair nearby.

"So, Joey says you're both going out with us tonight." Phoebe noted.

"Yea, I guess." Rachel said, remembering.

"So, this is the famous Rachel Green." Chandler spoke up. Rachel looked at him. "Oh yea. 5 months or more, nonstop, all Ross could talk about. It's okay though, it gave him a break from dinosaurs." He joked. Rachel laughed.

"So, where is Ross?" Andrea asked. Rachel shot her a quick look that said, 'Don't.' Andrea shrugged.

"At the museum." Joey said. (let's say he never left the museum.) "Yea, he like, puts bones together and crud."

"And yes, that is the technical term." Chandler said sarcastically. Rachel liked these people.

"I wonder why Ross just stopped talking about you though." Monica added.

"Yea, you just kind of, disappeared for his mind." Phoebe said. Rachel felt her heart flinch.

"Yea, well, stuff happened." She said. "Oh, look at the time. Andrea, we have an apartment lender to see now."

"But,-" Andrea began.

"Now." Rachel said. She just wanted out of there. She didn't need to know how Ross had liked her so much, then just forgot about her. She would see him tonight. She needed to mentally (and physically) prepare herself.

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"Andrea, how do I look?" Rachel asked outside of the place where they were supposed to meet the group of six inside. Andrea smiled.

"You know how you tell me I never remember anything?" Andrea asked. Rachel nodded. "Well, I remember that that is exactly what you wore the night you met Ross." She said before entering. Rachel looked down and smiled.

Just Rachel's luck, the whole place was a luau. She cringed. She would be seeing Ross in a Jamaican re-make. Was this fate, or what? Andrea had already gotten to the table. She studied from afar. Ross looked TOTALLY surprised to see her. Wait a tick; did he know that Rachel was there too? Rachel swallowed hard and made her way to the table. She smiled in Ross' direction. He still hadn't noticed that she were there.

"...How's Rachel??" He asked Andrea. Andrea smiled.

"Ask her yourself." She laughed. Ross turned around slowly, bumping to Rachel. Rachel laughed. Ross, however, looked like he had seen a ghost. Rachel studied his look and felt a wash of guilt over her.

"Hi, Ross." She finally said. Ross didn't smile. He didn't move. He didn't talk. "Please say something." She finally said in the middle of a pre-sob.

"Oh my god." He simply whispered. Finally a smiled broke across this face. It seemed it had taken him that long to compute the fact that Rachel was standing right in front of him. He finally embraced her. "Why didn't you ever call me?" He whispered. Rachel assumed that he had been wondering that for a long time now. She hugged him fiercely.

"I'm sorry." She said. Finally they noticed that they had been hugging for a little too long and pulled apart.

"God, I've missed you." He said. Rachel nodded.

"Me too." She said. Both took a seat at the end of the table. Everyone else was now engrossed into a conversation while Ross and Rachel got reacquainted. "Where is she?" Rachel asked. Ross furrowed his brow.

"Who?" He asked.

"You're fiancée. The woman you are engaged to?" Rachel made clear. Ross chuckled.

"Um, I'm not engaged." He said. Rachel stared over at Joey who was laughing at her. She narrowed her eyes.

"Oh, then I was misinformed." She said. She felt so relieved now.

The music began loudly.



Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go Jamaica



"OH MY GOD!" Rachel laughed. "I can't believe they are playing this song!" She said in an unbelievable tone. Ross laughed.

"Let's dance!"



Off the Florida Keys There's a place called Kokomo That's where you wanna go to get away from it all

Bodies in the sand Tropical drink melting in your hand We'll be falling in love To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go

Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We'll get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo

To Martinique, that Monserrat mystique

We'll put out to sea And we'll perfect our chemistry By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity

Afternoon delight Cocktails and moonlit nights That dreamy look in your eye Give me a tropical contact high Way down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go

Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We'll get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo

Port Au Prince I wanna catch a glimpse

Everybody knows A little place like Kokomo Now if you wanna go And get away from it all Go down to Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go

Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo We'll get there fast And then we'll take it slow That's where we wanna go Way down to Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go

Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo



XOXOElizabethXOXO

I need a twist to the story, huh? Any ideas welcomed.