Authors Note: I edited this chapter slightly because I forgot to
indent because I wrote this at like 12:00 in the morning. So same chapter
just indented. Keep reviewing!
"This place is so expensive looking. I smell someone thats gonna spend alot of money on champagne tonight." Monica said to Chandler with much enthusiasm
"And I smell someone that'll spend even more money on a big, lavish party known as our wedding." Chandler said with his usual sarcastic tone.
"Honey, don't call our wedding a party anymore or you might not get invited to it."
The hotel is truly a wonderment. The beauty and history behind it is beyond words. The place was clean and brightly lit by dangling chandeliers. The floor was so spotless, you could see your reflection about two times over. Bellhops hustled their way through the lobby, dragging carts full of luggage. The receptionists checked in and out the prestigious guests that stayed in the luxurious rooms.
"Oh. Free pastries!" Joey yelled. He proceeded to the cart of free pastries by The Oak Room.
"Hey Ross, aren't you gonna go over to the free pastries?" Chandler asked.
"Nah." Ross replied. He thought about it for a moment, scoffed, and then made his way to the cart.
"You know what this place reminds me of?" Phoebe asked.
"What Pheebs?" Rachel questioned
"A place where you can watch bags of luggage fly around, and you can see yourself on the floor, and, and, a place where you can walk in at anytime."
"But, Pheebs. That's exactly what this place is."
"Oh really? Where's the flying luggage?" Phoebe said.
"So Ross, any luck lately with the whole theory and all?" Joey questioned as he took a bite out of a French pastry.
"Not so good. I tried to prove a different theory other than the one that Mary Leaky--" Ross said finishing up his pastry.
"Mary Leaky? There's a woman involved? You should introduce me."
"Um, I would, but Mary Leaky is dead."
"Oh. Well, too bad for her."
The rest of the gang met up with them and all of them made their way to The Oak Room. The room was plush with dark wood walls. The carpet was old-fashioned and seemed to have never been touched.
"Would you care in serving us some champagne?" Chandler said in a rich man manner.
"Sure. No problem." The bartender said, a little confused.
"See? You get your way when you play along." Chandler said, convinced that he did something great. Everyone just shrugged Chandler's sense of humor. The bar tender came back with six glasses of champagne.
"Thank you kind sir." Chandler repeated his previous tone.
All six of the friends took a seat in big, comfy velvet sofa chairs.
"Ok. I'd like to make a toast. To Monica, my wonderful fiancee. I truly think that we were destined for each other. You mean the world to me, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." Chandler said. All six clinked their glasses together and took a sip.
"I'd also like to make a toast." Monica said. "To Chandler. My life, my soulmate. Nothing means more to me than you. I love you so much, and I only want to spend my future with you." Monica said. All six clinked their glasses together again and took a sip.
"So? What do you all want to do now?" Monica said.
"Oh! Maybe me and Rachel can go check out the cute guests that are checking in." Phoebe said with extreme excitement.
"I don't really feel like it." Rachel said, holding her champagne glass and circling the rim of the glass.
"Oh...well I'm gonna." Phoebe said, leaving quickly.
"I think I'm gonna see if there are any cute guests myself." Ross said standing up, fixing his tie.
"Yeah good luck finding him." Joey replied. Ross gave him a glare and made his way out.
"And what are you two lovebirds gonna do?" Joey questioned.
"I don't know. Maybe we can go for a walk in the park? Huh, Mon?" Chandler said, looking at his wife with his arm around her.
"We could do that. Oh! Maybe we'll see a pretty place in the park where we can get married." Monica said.
"And it's starting." Chandler replied, none too pleased. Monica and Chandler made their way out of the bar.
"Well, I think I'm gonna go find a place to, uh, do something." Joey replied, standing up.
"Yeah..." Rachel said sitting on the chair, legs crossed and looking upset.
"Rach, is everything ok?" Joey said, all concerned.
"Yeah...no its not." Rachel said, ready to burst into tears.
"What's the matter?" Joey questioned, taking a seat next to Rachel.
"It's just that. I'm so happy for Monica, but I feel so empty. I mean, I wish it was my engagement. I wish that I was getting married. I feel like I've accomplished nothing and I'm almost 30 years old. All I really want is someone who can grow old with me, and hold me in their arms. I just want to be the one to tell my friends what a great husband I have. I didn't want to ruin Monica's night, but this night is killing me."
"Rach. Listen to me. You will meet somebody someday."
"Yeah right." Rachel said, grabbing a tissue from the endtable.
"No you will. You are smart and beautiful and someday a guy will come and be swept away by you. I look at you and think, 'wow, a guy will be lucky to have you.' I know when you moved in with me, I felt like I had someone to really share my feelings with. You never judge me and always tolerate my moments of complete stupidity. You never seize to amaze me in everything you do. The stars shine for you Rach, and someone will see them and want them. You will make some guy happy someday and a sparkle will appear in his eyes whenever someone talks about you. He'll want to keep you and never let you go. Because, Rach, you are nothing short of amazing." Joey held Rachels hand.
Rachel looked into Joey's eyes throughout his whole speech. She felt her eyes water up, but not out of sadness, but of happiness. All the words he said truly meant the world to Rachel. He touched her in a place that no man has ever touched, even Ross never came close.
"Really?" Rach said smiling, her eyes filling with tears.
"Really." Joey said sincerely.
Rachel felt her hand go numb, and she dropped her glass of champagne on the carpet.
"Oh, shit." She said as she saw the champagne spill on the carpet. "I gotta clean this up."
"I'll help." Joey said.
Joey and Rachel got on their knees and started to clean up. Rachel started to scrub and so did Joey. Their faces almost touched, as if they were about to kiss. They were startled by Phoebe's outburst
"Damn it, Ross!" Phoebe said walking into the bar again.
"What? What did I do?" Ross questioned.
"You..you sabotaged my plan."
"What plan?"
"The flying luggage plan." Ross gave Phoebe a confused look. "I was gonna take the luggage from the cart and see if they can fly, and then you had to come over and flirt with the guest, which the luggage belongs to." Ross still confused. "Oh, you scientists who don't believe that inanimate objects can fly." Phoebe scoffs off to a seat next to Rachel. Ross sits down next to Joey.
"What's the matter with having a wedding in Central Park?" Monica questioned Chandler.
"Well, there might be dogs in the park that day, the place is too crowded, and pigeons are unpredictable, if you catch my drift." Chandler said.
"I just thought that a beautiful wedding outside is so right. Imagine everyone seeing us get married. They may not know us, but they know that we are happy and love each other so much, that we are willing to share it with all of New York City. Say, you'll think about it?" Monica said, holding onto Chandler's jacket collar.
"I'll think about it. Only because you are the most beautiful woman I know and you'll probably kill me if I don't consider it." Chandler and Monica enter the Oak Room.
"So? Is everyone looking to head home now?" Monica said. Everyone replied with yes'.
Rachel decided to walk at the end of the group as they went back to their apartments. Rachel felt the wind blow in her hair. She stared up at the stars and felt amazing. "Because, Rach, you are nothing short of amazing."
"This place is so expensive looking. I smell someone thats gonna spend alot of money on champagne tonight." Monica said to Chandler with much enthusiasm
"And I smell someone that'll spend even more money on a big, lavish party known as our wedding." Chandler said with his usual sarcastic tone.
"Honey, don't call our wedding a party anymore or you might not get invited to it."
The hotel is truly a wonderment. The beauty and history behind it is beyond words. The place was clean and brightly lit by dangling chandeliers. The floor was so spotless, you could see your reflection about two times over. Bellhops hustled their way through the lobby, dragging carts full of luggage. The receptionists checked in and out the prestigious guests that stayed in the luxurious rooms.
"Oh. Free pastries!" Joey yelled. He proceeded to the cart of free pastries by The Oak Room.
"Hey Ross, aren't you gonna go over to the free pastries?" Chandler asked.
"Nah." Ross replied. He thought about it for a moment, scoffed, and then made his way to the cart.
"You know what this place reminds me of?" Phoebe asked.
"What Pheebs?" Rachel questioned
"A place where you can watch bags of luggage fly around, and you can see yourself on the floor, and, and, a place where you can walk in at anytime."
"But, Pheebs. That's exactly what this place is."
"Oh really? Where's the flying luggage?" Phoebe said.
"So Ross, any luck lately with the whole theory and all?" Joey questioned as he took a bite out of a French pastry.
"Not so good. I tried to prove a different theory other than the one that Mary Leaky--" Ross said finishing up his pastry.
"Mary Leaky? There's a woman involved? You should introduce me."
"Um, I would, but Mary Leaky is dead."
"Oh. Well, too bad for her."
The rest of the gang met up with them and all of them made their way to The Oak Room. The room was plush with dark wood walls. The carpet was old-fashioned and seemed to have never been touched.
"Would you care in serving us some champagne?" Chandler said in a rich man manner.
"Sure. No problem." The bartender said, a little confused.
"See? You get your way when you play along." Chandler said, convinced that he did something great. Everyone just shrugged Chandler's sense of humor. The bar tender came back with six glasses of champagne.
"Thank you kind sir." Chandler repeated his previous tone.
All six of the friends took a seat in big, comfy velvet sofa chairs.
"Ok. I'd like to make a toast. To Monica, my wonderful fiancee. I truly think that we were destined for each other. You mean the world to me, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." Chandler said. All six clinked their glasses together and took a sip.
"I'd also like to make a toast." Monica said. "To Chandler. My life, my soulmate. Nothing means more to me than you. I love you so much, and I only want to spend my future with you." Monica said. All six clinked their glasses together again and took a sip.
"So? What do you all want to do now?" Monica said.
"Oh! Maybe me and Rachel can go check out the cute guests that are checking in." Phoebe said with extreme excitement.
"I don't really feel like it." Rachel said, holding her champagne glass and circling the rim of the glass.
"Oh...well I'm gonna." Phoebe said, leaving quickly.
"I think I'm gonna see if there are any cute guests myself." Ross said standing up, fixing his tie.
"Yeah good luck finding him." Joey replied. Ross gave him a glare and made his way out.
"And what are you two lovebirds gonna do?" Joey questioned.
"I don't know. Maybe we can go for a walk in the park? Huh, Mon?" Chandler said, looking at his wife with his arm around her.
"We could do that. Oh! Maybe we'll see a pretty place in the park where we can get married." Monica said.
"And it's starting." Chandler replied, none too pleased. Monica and Chandler made their way out of the bar.
"Well, I think I'm gonna go find a place to, uh, do something." Joey replied, standing up.
"Yeah..." Rachel said sitting on the chair, legs crossed and looking upset.
"Rach, is everything ok?" Joey said, all concerned.
"Yeah...no its not." Rachel said, ready to burst into tears.
"What's the matter?" Joey questioned, taking a seat next to Rachel.
"It's just that. I'm so happy for Monica, but I feel so empty. I mean, I wish it was my engagement. I wish that I was getting married. I feel like I've accomplished nothing and I'm almost 30 years old. All I really want is someone who can grow old with me, and hold me in their arms. I just want to be the one to tell my friends what a great husband I have. I didn't want to ruin Monica's night, but this night is killing me."
"Rach. Listen to me. You will meet somebody someday."
"Yeah right." Rachel said, grabbing a tissue from the endtable.
"No you will. You are smart and beautiful and someday a guy will come and be swept away by you. I look at you and think, 'wow, a guy will be lucky to have you.' I know when you moved in with me, I felt like I had someone to really share my feelings with. You never judge me and always tolerate my moments of complete stupidity. You never seize to amaze me in everything you do. The stars shine for you Rach, and someone will see them and want them. You will make some guy happy someday and a sparkle will appear in his eyes whenever someone talks about you. He'll want to keep you and never let you go. Because, Rach, you are nothing short of amazing." Joey held Rachels hand.
Rachel looked into Joey's eyes throughout his whole speech. She felt her eyes water up, but not out of sadness, but of happiness. All the words he said truly meant the world to Rachel. He touched her in a place that no man has ever touched, even Ross never came close.
"Really?" Rach said smiling, her eyes filling with tears.
"Really." Joey said sincerely.
Rachel felt her hand go numb, and she dropped her glass of champagne on the carpet.
"Oh, shit." She said as she saw the champagne spill on the carpet. "I gotta clean this up."
"I'll help." Joey said.
Joey and Rachel got on their knees and started to clean up. Rachel started to scrub and so did Joey. Their faces almost touched, as if they were about to kiss. They were startled by Phoebe's outburst
"Damn it, Ross!" Phoebe said walking into the bar again.
"What? What did I do?" Ross questioned.
"You..you sabotaged my plan."
"What plan?"
"The flying luggage plan." Ross gave Phoebe a confused look. "I was gonna take the luggage from the cart and see if they can fly, and then you had to come over and flirt with the guest, which the luggage belongs to." Ross still confused. "Oh, you scientists who don't believe that inanimate objects can fly." Phoebe scoffs off to a seat next to Rachel. Ross sits down next to Joey.
"What's the matter with having a wedding in Central Park?" Monica questioned Chandler.
"Well, there might be dogs in the park that day, the place is too crowded, and pigeons are unpredictable, if you catch my drift." Chandler said.
"I just thought that a beautiful wedding outside is so right. Imagine everyone seeing us get married. They may not know us, but they know that we are happy and love each other so much, that we are willing to share it with all of New York City. Say, you'll think about it?" Monica said, holding onto Chandler's jacket collar.
"I'll think about it. Only because you are the most beautiful woman I know and you'll probably kill me if I don't consider it." Chandler and Monica enter the Oak Room.
"So? Is everyone looking to head home now?" Monica said. Everyone replied with yes'.
Rachel decided to walk at the end of the group as they went back to their apartments. Rachel felt the wind blow in her hair. She stared up at the stars and felt amazing. "Because, Rach, you are nothing short of amazing."