Hey, thanks for the reviews. And, in response to FriendsFan2000, I know
that Richard probably wouldn't act like such a jerk, but I really hate him
and if he's in the story, which he kind of has to be, then obviously I'm
not going to be making him act like Mon's knight in shining armor. Sorry,
anyways, and I hope you keep reviewing cause I love feedback, and if you
have any suggestions I wouldn't mind hearing them.
Chapter Three: We Know that You Know Where He Is
When Rachel walked in to her apartment that night everyone was there, even Richard. They all looked up at her as she sat down on the couch next to Phoebe and Joey.
"What's up, you guys?" she asked, hoping that her tone didn't sound as worried as she thought it did. They all looked sort of confused, but a different kind of confused.
"We know that you're still seeing Chandler, and that you know where he is," Ross said bluntly, and Rachel's jaw dropped in shock. Before she could say anything he continued, "I was at Chandler's office today when Cindy told me that he wasn't there. And then you come up and ask the same question and she tells you to go right on in, that he's been waiting for you!"
Rachel's eyes were wide and she didn't know what to say. Should she tell them that, yes, she knew where he was, but maybe tell them that she didn't know why he left, just that he didn't want to see any of them.
"Is it because he's sick, Rach," Monica asked, "Is that why he left, is he so sick that he didn't want us to see him in that condition?"
"No," Rachel said honestly, but then, after thinking about it, "Yes, that's why he left." She knew, though, that there was no way that they believed her because of her saying no in the first place.
"Rachel, he's our friend too and we want to know what's going on," Phoebe told her, putting her arm around her friends' shoulders. "Just tell us."
Rachel got up quickly. "I've got to go," she said heading fast towards the door, "I'll see you guys later."
(To the music of Sk8er Boi) "He was a doctor, she was a chef, can I make it anymore obvious, he was old, she was young, what more can I say. He wanted her, she wanted him, another guy wanted her too. All of her friends liked him a lot, just one friend hated him."
"Chandler," Rachel said, putting her hand on his shoulder, "Honey, you totally just mutilated the song."
"He was an eye guy, he said I love you, she wanted to marry him. Her friend was crying, but she didn't notice him, she was too wrapped up. Five hours from then, her friend was gone, and she got all upset. Her boyfriend just laughed, said to forget, and she threw him out."
"The way you're doing this is kinda well done,"
"She called up her friends, said their friend was gone, everyone was so confused. They cried and they cried, and they called him. But it was no use. Only one friend knew why he'd left and she visited him everyday. He liked her a lot and couldn't say thanks enough."
"You're welcome,"
"He was a doctor, she was a chef, can I make it anymore obvious, he was old, she was young, what more can I say. He wanted her, she wanted him, another guy wanted her too. All of her friends liked him a lot, just one hated him."
"He was a doctor, she was a chef, can I make it anymore obvious, he was old, she was young, what more can I say. He wanted her, she wanted him, another guy wanted her too. All of her friends liked him a lot, just one hated him."
Rachel clapped and smiled. "Great rendition, Chandler, great."
Chandler smiled weakly, "You could tell that I just came up with that from the top of my head because it didn't rhyme too well."
"Really, Chandler, it's great." Rachel smiled, and then suddenly frowned, "They know that I know where you are."
"What?" Chandler said, completely taken aback. "How do they know that you know where I am?"
Rachel explained what Ross had told her and he sighed.
"Cindy should really be more careful," he groaned, "I'm sorry for bringing you into this. They might be mad at you now." He said sincerely.
"Hey, they can be mad at me all they want," Rachel told him, "You're one of my best friends and, horrible renditions of good songs aside, I want to be here for you, okay? They can't tell me that I can't stop seeing you because you don't want to see them, and if they do then screw them, okay?"
"I thought you said that my rendition was good,"
"Don't tell me that we lost Rachel too," Joey moaned, "Come on guys, at the rate we're going everyone's going to be gone by the end of the week!"
"We didn't lose Rachel," Monica told him with a sigh, "But I think that if we want to keep Rachel that we've got to stop badgering her about Chandler all together. We can still be upset that he left, but nobody mentions the fact that she still knows where he is and is seeing him."
There was a chorus of 'okays' and 'fines'. Rachel chose that moment to come in.
"Hey," she said weakly, not looking any of them in the eye. She quickly tried to walk straight to her room but Ross intercepted her at the door to her bedroom.
"Hi, why don't you stay awhile?" he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her gently towards the couch. She sat down, heaving a sigh.
"You guys," she started.
"We're not going to make you tell us where Chandler is," Phoebe told her, "And we're not going to ask you why he left." Rachel was clearly shocked at her words. "But, please, Rach, tell us this: how is he?"
Rachel looked at one friend to another, finally her eyes falling on Monica, who she locked eyes with as she said: "Not too well,"
Everyone looked away; she could tell that they felt guilty, as though they could have done something, as though they should have seen that something was wrong before he even left. She should have seen something was wrong, too.
Okay, that's all for this chapter, I hope you liked it and the next one will be up soon. Alex.
Chapter Three: We Know that You Know Where He Is
When Rachel walked in to her apartment that night everyone was there, even Richard. They all looked up at her as she sat down on the couch next to Phoebe and Joey.
"What's up, you guys?" she asked, hoping that her tone didn't sound as worried as she thought it did. They all looked sort of confused, but a different kind of confused.
"We know that you're still seeing Chandler, and that you know where he is," Ross said bluntly, and Rachel's jaw dropped in shock. Before she could say anything he continued, "I was at Chandler's office today when Cindy told me that he wasn't there. And then you come up and ask the same question and she tells you to go right on in, that he's been waiting for you!"
Rachel's eyes were wide and she didn't know what to say. Should she tell them that, yes, she knew where he was, but maybe tell them that she didn't know why he left, just that he didn't want to see any of them.
"Is it because he's sick, Rach," Monica asked, "Is that why he left, is he so sick that he didn't want us to see him in that condition?"
"No," Rachel said honestly, but then, after thinking about it, "Yes, that's why he left." She knew, though, that there was no way that they believed her because of her saying no in the first place.
"Rachel, he's our friend too and we want to know what's going on," Phoebe told her, putting her arm around her friends' shoulders. "Just tell us."
Rachel got up quickly. "I've got to go," she said heading fast towards the door, "I'll see you guys later."
(To the music of Sk8er Boi) "He was a doctor, she was a chef, can I make it anymore obvious, he was old, she was young, what more can I say. He wanted her, she wanted him, another guy wanted her too. All of her friends liked him a lot, just one friend hated him."
"Chandler," Rachel said, putting her hand on his shoulder, "Honey, you totally just mutilated the song."
"He was an eye guy, he said I love you, she wanted to marry him. Her friend was crying, but she didn't notice him, she was too wrapped up. Five hours from then, her friend was gone, and she got all upset. Her boyfriend just laughed, said to forget, and she threw him out."
"The way you're doing this is kinda well done,"
"She called up her friends, said their friend was gone, everyone was so confused. They cried and they cried, and they called him. But it was no use. Only one friend knew why he'd left and she visited him everyday. He liked her a lot and couldn't say thanks enough."
"You're welcome,"
"He was a doctor, she was a chef, can I make it anymore obvious, he was old, she was young, what more can I say. He wanted her, she wanted him, another guy wanted her too. All of her friends liked him a lot, just one hated him."
"He was a doctor, she was a chef, can I make it anymore obvious, he was old, she was young, what more can I say. He wanted her, she wanted him, another guy wanted her too. All of her friends liked him a lot, just one hated him."
Rachel clapped and smiled. "Great rendition, Chandler, great."
Chandler smiled weakly, "You could tell that I just came up with that from the top of my head because it didn't rhyme too well."
"Really, Chandler, it's great." Rachel smiled, and then suddenly frowned, "They know that I know where you are."
"What?" Chandler said, completely taken aback. "How do they know that you know where I am?"
Rachel explained what Ross had told her and he sighed.
"Cindy should really be more careful," he groaned, "I'm sorry for bringing you into this. They might be mad at you now." He said sincerely.
"Hey, they can be mad at me all they want," Rachel told him, "You're one of my best friends and, horrible renditions of good songs aside, I want to be here for you, okay? They can't tell me that I can't stop seeing you because you don't want to see them, and if they do then screw them, okay?"
"I thought you said that my rendition was good,"
"Don't tell me that we lost Rachel too," Joey moaned, "Come on guys, at the rate we're going everyone's going to be gone by the end of the week!"
"We didn't lose Rachel," Monica told him with a sigh, "But I think that if we want to keep Rachel that we've got to stop badgering her about Chandler all together. We can still be upset that he left, but nobody mentions the fact that she still knows where he is and is seeing him."
There was a chorus of 'okays' and 'fines'. Rachel chose that moment to come in.
"Hey," she said weakly, not looking any of them in the eye. She quickly tried to walk straight to her room but Ross intercepted her at the door to her bedroom.
"Hi, why don't you stay awhile?" he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her gently towards the couch. She sat down, heaving a sigh.
"You guys," she started.
"We're not going to make you tell us where Chandler is," Phoebe told her, "And we're not going to ask you why he left." Rachel was clearly shocked at her words. "But, please, Rach, tell us this: how is he?"
Rachel looked at one friend to another, finally her eyes falling on Monica, who she locked eyes with as she said: "Not too well,"
Everyone looked away; she could tell that they felt guilty, as though they could have done something, as though they should have seen that something was wrong before he even left. She should have seen something was wrong, too.
Okay, that's all for this chapter, I hope you liked it and the next one will be up soon. Alex.