I just started wondering is Cathy written with a 'K' or 'C'. I suddenly became unsure of that. Well I have been written the name with 'C', but luckily that is not so relevant in this fanfic besides I never really liked her (Well it's not that I had anything against her either I just don't like any of the other GF's chandler has been with before Monica). I hope all the names of the main characters are written correctly *LOL*
Ok so somebody asked me about my first language. I'm from Helsinki (Finland's capital) so that makes my first language Finnish. I can also speak Swedish whih is the second official language in Finland, anyway I've bee learning English since I was nine and now I'm 17 year-old. You do the math :). And please do ask more questions about me if you're interested. I'm more than happy to answer. :)


Chapter 4 "Revealed identity"
Monica was staring at the phone like she had been doing for the past few days since her brother left, waiting for him to call knowing that he probably wouldn't. Monica didn't blame him though. She knew he was in love and she was happy for him she really was, but that didn't make the situation any easier for her. She yawned and removed her eyes from the phone just for a second to look at the watch on the microwave. 1.16 PM. Not likely for Ross to call this time at night all though if he was abroad or some southern state maybe the time zone was different for him and... who was she kidding she thought. "He isn't going to call not today...he is not ready to face me" she thought
She got up from the kitchen chair and walked in to her bedroom ready to get some sleep although she was pretty sure that that wasn't going to happen. She couldn't sleep she was too restless for that. Yet she still climbed in her bed not even bothering to change for pyjamas. She closed her eyes waiting for some sleep to come hopelessly.

***

Hawaii airport.
Rach looked around and tried to spot Cathy, but there were so many people around that she had no luck.
"Shit!" she cursed out loud.
"Well I guess I have to go to the hotel... What was it's name... Beach something.. Beach Palace...?"
She went to this guy and interrupted.
"I'm sorry, but do you happen to know if there's a Hotel called Beach Palace?" she asked.
"Yes, there is." the man smiled.
"Thank you."
Quickly Rachel rushed outside and took the first cap.
"To Beach Palace hotel." she yelled quickly after climbing inside the car..
"They are in for a surprise of their life!" she laughed out loud and the cap driver turned his head to look at her like she was crazy or something, but soon shook his head and started driving..

***

Monica woke up for the fifth time that night. She took a quick look at her watch. 4.05 PM it said. She signed. Finally accepting the fact that it wasn't likely for her to get any sleep tonight she climbed up from her bed and went to took a cold shower. After the shower she laid her self in the couch and started channel surfing. Nothing...nothing...and again nothing. Just some old romantic and sappy movies and she really wasn't in the mood of watching something like that. It just reminded her of the fact that she didn't have a boyfriend let along any really close friends and now she didn't even have her brother.
She felt so alone. Hating herself for feeling like this she closed her eyes and shook her head. Stop it! she told her self. There is no use for feeling sorry for your self. But it didn't help much...as a matter of fact it even made it force if that was possible. Besides she was still feeling guilty for taking that nice man's money yesterday. She didn't really deserve it.She couldn't help but think how could Cathy have two incredibly nice men madly in love with her when she had none. What did Cathy have that she didn't? "Okay maybe she was much prettier than she was" Monica thought. She really didn't give her self enough credit. She didn't see herself as an amazingly beautiful women that she really was, but who could blame her. All of her life she had been teased about her weight and all though she was thin now it hadn't change her bad luck with men.

***

Rachel walked into the room she just rented and collapsed on to the bed. She suddenly noticed that she was still wearing the bridesmaids dress.
"I should probably change." she wondered, but she decided that there was no time for that. She should find out what room they were staying first.
She knew that it had to be a Honeymoon suite, but there were probably many of those.
She had an idea however. She walked outside and went to downstairs to the reception area, but just as she was walking there she spotted Cathy and Ross laughing together in front of the elevators.
Rachel quickly hide behind one of the flowers.
"So where's the honeymoon suite?" Ross asked.
"It's on the top floor like all the best suites. Room 985." the clerk smiled a little too politely in Rachel's opinion.
"Oh look at that. That's my lucky number." Ross laughed and they kissed passionately.
"Look at that that's my lucky number." Rachel mimicked Ross and rolled her eyes. "Well that room should have been Chandler and Cathy's you wife stealer!"
Ross and Cathy walked into the elevator hand in hand.
"Well at least now I know which room they are in." Rach smiled.
She then walked into the other elevator and pushed the button of the top floor.

***

Chandler woke again from a very restless sleep. He hadn't been able to sleep almost at all. Every time he closed his eyes the picture of Cathy with another man appeared in his head. He hated this and he hated her...at least he tried to convince himself that, but who was he fooling... No one.
He was still madly in love with Cathy, but why? Okay she was kind of beautiful and well ...was that it? As hard as he tried he just couldn't think of another reason for his obsession towards Cathy. "Was it just physical attraction?" He asked himself.
"It couldn't have been" he quickly thought trying to put the awful thought away from his head. Getting up from his bed and going to take a gold shower didn't help him much. His mind started to wander helplessly trying to get Cathy off his head. Sometimes he swore he could hear Cathy evilly laughing at him for believing her undying love for him. What a fool had he been!

***

On the top floor Rachel looked at the numbers on the doors.
"982...983...984...985!" She put her ear against the door and tried to listen, but she couldn't hear anything they were talking about. She stood there with her ear clued to the door for what seemed like eternity until suddenly she heard someone trying to open the door and quickly hide behind the corner.
Ross and Cathy walked out and took an elevator down.
Rachel smiled and went to their door taking a credit card from her purse.
"These things really are handy!" she smiled.
She had seen this thing in a movie. A girl had opened a door using a credit card... or maybe it was in one of those soap operas...well never mind.
She tried to open the door and surprisingly it worked!
"Yes! I'm in." she looked around and noticed their stuff. She took a man's jacket that laid on the bed and checked the pockets.
"A passport!" she opened it and saw the name "Ross Geller". There was something so familiar in that name, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. She paced back and forth couple of times thinking it may help her to remember.
"Oh my God!..... GELLER CATERING!!!" she suddenly stopped her pacing after few seconds, but quickly lowered her voice when she heard that someone was about to open the door.

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