This chapter revolves mostly around Rachel. It's a shorter chapter, but a lot happens. The others will be mentioned, but this is mainly a 'Rachel' chapter.
All the signs pointed towards Rachel not going to dinner with Oliver that night. She threw up four times, lost a shoe, got three phone calls from Phoebe telling her to be careful, and had nothing to wear. She had been in Paris for exactly six hours. The flight was long and boring and she had arrived at noon that morning. The only person that had called to see if Rachel had arrived safely was Phoebe. When she told him about her dinner plans for some 'authentic french cuisine, Phoebe seemed very disturbed about her going to dinner with a stranger in a foreign country. But he's hardly a stranger now, thought Rachel. He somehow was on the same flight, got lunch in the same airport cafe as she did, and sat next to her on the plane. It's like having my own personal stalker, laughed Rachel. At first that thought was funny, but after dwelling on it for a minute, it was only chilling. Besides, how bad could it be? It was dinner at his home. From what she found out on the plane, he still lived with his whole family. She would stay for an hour or so, eat, and come back to her hotel room. She sat on the bed. It had been such a long day and she hadn't even thought about her, Ross, and the baby.
Rachel: (talking to her stomach) Hi baby. We're in Paris now. Tonight we're going to eat dinner at a nice man's house. His name is Oliver. But I don't like him like a boyfriend. No, he's just a nice man that invited us over for dinner. We're going to eat some real french food tonight! But listen, he doesn't know that you're here too. So, I'm going to have to ask you not to make me get sick, ok? We already threw up on him earlier today. And when we get back later tonight, we'll give your daddy a call and let him know that we arrived safely. (And talk about 'Us', thought Rachel in her head.)
(Twenty minutes later. Oliver has arrived at the hotel door with a boquet of flowers for Rachel.)
Oliver: Ello, Rachel. Is the pretty lady ready for dinneer?
Rachel: Yes, and thank you for the flowers.
Oliver: Ah, you are velcome.
(They start to walk out the door, when Oliver reaches for her hand)
Rachel: (clears her throat) Um, Oliver?
Oliver: Yes, darling?
Rachel: I think that I might have mentioned this before, but I'm not looking for a relationship with you.
Oliver: (releases her hand) Ah, that ees too bad. Ees there a boyfriend back at home?
Rachel: Um, no. Not exactly. I'm involved in a complicated situation though that I'd rather not talk about.
Oliver:(seems momentarily discouraged, but perks up agian) Are you ready for dinner?
Rachel: Yes, we're starved!
Oliver: We?
Rachel: (quick to cover up her mistake) Yes, we. You and I.
Oliver: (seems happy with this answer) Ok, let's go.
(They walk out of the hotel for a few blocks. Rachel wonders why he doesn't have a car but then figures that in Paris they do things different. They walk for about four more blocks until they stopped)
Oliver: Here we are. This is it!
Rachel: (looks around, confused) Um, where is your house?
Oliver: Ah, did I forget to tell you? Mama put the little chidreen to sleep early tonight and she told me that eet was too late for me to have a lady friend over for dinner and that I should take her to the park for a picnic.
Rachel: (get's suspicious) Ok...So what park is this?
Oliver: Ah, it's a lovely leetle park. Let me think of the name. Ah, Dequaz park.
(Monica and Chandler's apartment. Monica, Chandler, and Joey are there.)
Joey: Mon, I wanna go back over to my place. Why do I have to stay here tonight?
(Joey had been throwing a party that night and things got a little out of hand. His place was a mess. The toilet overflowed, causing a flood to the apartment, the microwave exploded, and there were various women flocking all over the apartment building looking for Joey's place. Things finally got out of hand when Monica went to take the trash out and got hit with a goo-filled water balloon in the hall.)
Monica: Things got out of hand. If you go back over there, it'll get worse.
Joey: But there's naked chicks running around my apartment!
Monica: I don't care. You're going to stay here tonight before you set the whole place on fire or something!
Joey: (whining) but I didn't even bring out the firecrackers yet.
Chandler: I think that's her point, Joe.
(Phoebe's apartment. She's asleep. And dreaming. And talking in her sleep. Got it? :) )
Phoebe: ..no Rachel. Don't go with him....stay away!....get off her...run..go now..while you can...
(Back to dinner in the park. They've been eating for about an hour. She's ready to go. He's got other ideas...)
Rachel: So, it's been a wonderful evening, Oliver, but I really have to go. I have to work tomorrow.
Oliver: Just come for a walk with me. Please?
Rachel was thinking that this dinner should be over by now. Why was a complete stranger wanting to spend so much time with her? Maybe I wasn't wrong about the stalker idea, she thought.
Rachel: Really, Oliver. I have to go now. It's been fun, but please take me back.
Oliver: Alright...(helps her up.)
Rachel: (They start to walk) Thank you very much. It's been a wonderful night, and I'm glad that you have been able to show me some of France and-
(Oliver grabbed her hand and began walking in the opposite direction.)
Rachel: Oliver, what're you doing?
(no answer)
Rachel: Please let go. I need to go back now.
(no answer)
Rachel: Oliver! (He clasps his hand over her mouth.) Help! Someone help me!
But her cries were muffled and no one was around to hear her anyway. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't escape his grasp. At one point, she almost broke loose, but he punched her in the face and knocked her unconcious. He then carried her. He led her deep into the forest behind the park to a werehouse. Once inside, he locked her in the basement. All of this happened within a ten minute time frame. Once he was up the stairs, she came to.
Rachel: What the hell...(she touches her eye where she was punched.) She then looks around her. It looked like a typical basement, dark, damp, and dirty. Where am I?
She then began to remember what happened to her.
Rachel: Oh my God! I've been kidnapped!
Thousands of miles away in his NY apartment, Ross woke up from a deep sleep. He knew something wasn't right. Somewhere, someone was in trouble...
I hope that chapter made sense to everyone. I think I need to change the genre of this story. It's like a drama, it will be a romance later on, it is kind of supernatural, and mysterious and will have adventure in it. Geez, I need to make up my mind! Anyway, let me know what you think. Please review and I will update!
Mel
All the signs pointed towards Rachel not going to dinner with Oliver that night. She threw up four times, lost a shoe, got three phone calls from Phoebe telling her to be careful, and had nothing to wear. She had been in Paris for exactly six hours. The flight was long and boring and she had arrived at noon that morning. The only person that had called to see if Rachel had arrived safely was Phoebe. When she told him about her dinner plans for some 'authentic french cuisine, Phoebe seemed very disturbed about her going to dinner with a stranger in a foreign country. But he's hardly a stranger now, thought Rachel. He somehow was on the same flight, got lunch in the same airport cafe as she did, and sat next to her on the plane. It's like having my own personal stalker, laughed Rachel. At first that thought was funny, but after dwelling on it for a minute, it was only chilling. Besides, how bad could it be? It was dinner at his home. From what she found out on the plane, he still lived with his whole family. She would stay for an hour or so, eat, and come back to her hotel room. She sat on the bed. It had been such a long day and she hadn't even thought about her, Ross, and the baby.
Rachel: (talking to her stomach) Hi baby. We're in Paris now. Tonight we're going to eat dinner at a nice man's house. His name is Oliver. But I don't like him like a boyfriend. No, he's just a nice man that invited us over for dinner. We're going to eat some real french food tonight! But listen, he doesn't know that you're here too. So, I'm going to have to ask you not to make me get sick, ok? We already threw up on him earlier today. And when we get back later tonight, we'll give your daddy a call and let him know that we arrived safely. (And talk about 'Us', thought Rachel in her head.)
(Twenty minutes later. Oliver has arrived at the hotel door with a boquet of flowers for Rachel.)
Oliver: Ello, Rachel. Is the pretty lady ready for dinneer?
Rachel: Yes, and thank you for the flowers.
Oliver: Ah, you are velcome.
(They start to walk out the door, when Oliver reaches for her hand)
Rachel: (clears her throat) Um, Oliver?
Oliver: Yes, darling?
Rachel: I think that I might have mentioned this before, but I'm not looking for a relationship with you.
Oliver: (releases her hand) Ah, that ees too bad. Ees there a boyfriend back at home?
Rachel: Um, no. Not exactly. I'm involved in a complicated situation though that I'd rather not talk about.
Oliver:(seems momentarily discouraged, but perks up agian) Are you ready for dinner?
Rachel: Yes, we're starved!
Oliver: We?
Rachel: (quick to cover up her mistake) Yes, we. You and I.
Oliver: (seems happy with this answer) Ok, let's go.
(They walk out of the hotel for a few blocks. Rachel wonders why he doesn't have a car but then figures that in Paris they do things different. They walk for about four more blocks until they stopped)
Oliver: Here we are. This is it!
Rachel: (looks around, confused) Um, where is your house?
Oliver: Ah, did I forget to tell you? Mama put the little chidreen to sleep early tonight and she told me that eet was too late for me to have a lady friend over for dinner and that I should take her to the park for a picnic.
Rachel: (get's suspicious) Ok...So what park is this?
Oliver: Ah, it's a lovely leetle park. Let me think of the name. Ah, Dequaz park.
(Monica and Chandler's apartment. Monica, Chandler, and Joey are there.)
Joey: Mon, I wanna go back over to my place. Why do I have to stay here tonight?
(Joey had been throwing a party that night and things got a little out of hand. His place was a mess. The toilet overflowed, causing a flood to the apartment, the microwave exploded, and there were various women flocking all over the apartment building looking for Joey's place. Things finally got out of hand when Monica went to take the trash out and got hit with a goo-filled water balloon in the hall.)
Monica: Things got out of hand. If you go back over there, it'll get worse.
Joey: But there's naked chicks running around my apartment!
Monica: I don't care. You're going to stay here tonight before you set the whole place on fire or something!
Joey: (whining) but I didn't even bring out the firecrackers yet.
Chandler: I think that's her point, Joe.
(Phoebe's apartment. She's asleep. And dreaming. And talking in her sleep. Got it? :) )
Phoebe: ..no Rachel. Don't go with him....stay away!....get off her...run..go now..while you can...
(Back to dinner in the park. They've been eating for about an hour. She's ready to go. He's got other ideas...)
Rachel: So, it's been a wonderful evening, Oliver, but I really have to go. I have to work tomorrow.
Oliver: Just come for a walk with me. Please?
Rachel was thinking that this dinner should be over by now. Why was a complete stranger wanting to spend so much time with her? Maybe I wasn't wrong about the stalker idea, she thought.
Rachel: Really, Oliver. I have to go now. It's been fun, but please take me back.
Oliver: Alright...(helps her up.)
Rachel: (They start to walk) Thank you very much. It's been a wonderful night, and I'm glad that you have been able to show me some of France and-
(Oliver grabbed her hand and began walking in the opposite direction.)
Rachel: Oliver, what're you doing?
(no answer)
Rachel: Please let go. I need to go back now.
(no answer)
Rachel: Oliver! (He clasps his hand over her mouth.) Help! Someone help me!
But her cries were muffled and no one was around to hear her anyway. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't escape his grasp. At one point, she almost broke loose, but he punched her in the face and knocked her unconcious. He then carried her. He led her deep into the forest behind the park to a werehouse. Once inside, he locked her in the basement. All of this happened within a ten minute time frame. Once he was up the stairs, she came to.
Rachel: What the hell...(she touches her eye where she was punched.) She then looks around her. It looked like a typical basement, dark, damp, and dirty. Where am I?
She then began to remember what happened to her.
Rachel: Oh my God! I've been kidnapped!
Thousands of miles away in his NY apartment, Ross woke up from a deep sleep. He knew something wasn't right. Somewhere, someone was in trouble...
I hope that chapter made sense to everyone. I think I need to change the genre of this story. It's like a drama, it will be a romance later on, it is kind of supernatural, and mysterious and will have adventure in it. Geez, I need to make up my mind! Anyway, let me know what you think. Please review and I will update!
Mel
