Chapter Three: I Came Back
(I know the song may not suit the situation, but I feel like the whole meaning can kind of relate)
She opened her eyes to see streams of light pouring inside through the dusty window. Last night had been something like a scene from a horror movie. And if she had to relive it again, well, she just wasn't sure that she could.
However, today was a day to look forward to... she was visiting her friends. They probably think I'm dead, she thought sadly. They must hate me, especially Monica. I hope they can find it in their hearts to forgive me. Besides, it's not like I chose to forget them, he forced me to. He's always forcing me to do something.
Time lapse- Afternoon
Rachel rummaged through her closet, knocking over hangers and boxes. She was getting ready to see her best friends, for the first time in years... clothes should be the last thing on her mind. But, Ross was picking her up, and she wanted to look nice, as always.
Cash had left for work about an hour ago, which was fairly late, considering he usually left around six. He probably was waiting to see if Ross would show up, and thankfully, he had been fooled.
She heard the doorbell ring, and darted towards the door. Her palms were sweaty, and she struggled to open the door. Finally, she came face to face with Ross, who looked charming in a simple sweater and khaki pants.
Wow, she looks stunning, Ross thought when he saw Rachel. She was wearing a simple red shirt, that hung loosely around her shoulders, and fit more tightly around her middle. Her hair was curled into twists, and hung beautifully around her face. She was also wearing a pair of faded jeans, that seemed to hug her legs.
"You.. you look... amazing," he told her, his eyes slightly large.
She giggled like a little girl, "You look pretty amazing yourself."
He led her down to his car, his arm clutching her waist. They looked so perfect, as if they were sewn together. They always looked that way.
Outside Monica and Chandler's Apartment
As they walked up the familiar steps nearing Apartment 20, Rachel's nerves started to get the best of her.
"Ross, please... I can't do this," she said weakly.
"Shh.., baby, everything's gonna be alright, come here," he answered, taking her into his arms. She pressed her head against his strong chest, then looking up into his eyes. He looked down at her, watching her smile back at him... then he leaned down and kissed her.
"I've missed that," Rachel said.
"I've missed you," he replied.
He took her hand and led her towards the door. Reaching her hand out, she softly banged on the door. Almost instantly, it opened.
"Hey, man, who's your new girl...?" Chandler noticed Rachel, and almost stopped breathing.
"Well... choking umm... she certainly looks familiar," he said, cracking a joke.
"Seriously, stop the jokes, it's Rachel," Ross told him.
"Come here," Chandler cried, embracing her. "I've missed you, more than you'll ever know."
Rachel was crying too, "Thanks, Chandler. You have no idea how good that it to hear."
Suddenly, she heard footsteps from inside the apartment; "CHANDLER! Hello, could you possibly hold that door open any longer? It's called HEAT, and we are currently losing it!"
She reached the door, and gasped. Her face turned a ghostly white, and she reached out to grab Rachel's shoulder. Keeping her hand there, she looked at Ross, who nodded... then Chandler, who also nodded. Finally, she looked at Rachel.
"You came back... sobbing You came back," she wept, clutching Rachel.
"I came back Mon, I came back."
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
(I know the song may not suit the situation, but I feel like the whole meaning can kind of relate)
She opened her eyes to see streams of light pouring inside through the dusty window. Last night had been something like a scene from a horror movie. And if she had to relive it again, well, she just wasn't sure that she could.
However, today was a day to look forward to... she was visiting her friends. They probably think I'm dead, she thought sadly. They must hate me, especially Monica. I hope they can find it in their hearts to forgive me. Besides, it's not like I chose to forget them, he forced me to. He's always forcing me to do something.
Time lapse- Afternoon
Rachel rummaged through her closet, knocking over hangers and boxes. She was getting ready to see her best friends, for the first time in years... clothes should be the last thing on her mind. But, Ross was picking her up, and she wanted to look nice, as always.
Cash had left for work about an hour ago, which was fairly late, considering he usually left around six. He probably was waiting to see if Ross would show up, and thankfully, he had been fooled.
She heard the doorbell ring, and darted towards the door. Her palms were sweaty, and she struggled to open the door. Finally, she came face to face with Ross, who looked charming in a simple sweater and khaki pants.
Wow, she looks stunning, Ross thought when he saw Rachel. She was wearing a simple red shirt, that hung loosely around her shoulders, and fit more tightly around her middle. Her hair was curled into twists, and hung beautifully around her face. She was also wearing a pair of faded jeans, that seemed to hug her legs.
"You.. you look... amazing," he told her, his eyes slightly large.
She giggled like a little girl, "You look pretty amazing yourself."
He led her down to his car, his arm clutching her waist. They looked so perfect, as if they were sewn together. They always looked that way.
Outside Monica and Chandler's Apartment
As they walked up the familiar steps nearing Apartment 20, Rachel's nerves started to get the best of her.
"Ross, please... I can't do this," she said weakly.
"Shh.., baby, everything's gonna be alright, come here," he answered, taking her into his arms. She pressed her head against his strong chest, then looking up into his eyes. He looked down at her, watching her smile back at him... then he leaned down and kissed her.
"I've missed that," Rachel said.
"I've missed you," he replied.
He took her hand and led her towards the door. Reaching her hand out, she softly banged on the door. Almost instantly, it opened.
"Hey, man, who's your new girl...?" Chandler noticed Rachel, and almost stopped breathing.
"Well... choking umm... she certainly looks familiar," he said, cracking a joke.
"Seriously, stop the jokes, it's Rachel," Ross told him.
"Come here," Chandler cried, embracing her. "I've missed you, more than you'll ever know."
Rachel was crying too, "Thanks, Chandler. You have no idea how good that it to hear."
Suddenly, she heard footsteps from inside the apartment; "CHANDLER! Hello, could you possibly hold that door open any longer? It's called HEAT, and we are currently losing it!"
She reached the door, and gasped. Her face turned a ghostly white, and she reached out to grab Rachel's shoulder. Keeping her hand there, she looked at Ross, who nodded... then Chandler, who also nodded. Finally, she looked at Rachel.
"You came back... sobbing You came back," she wept, clutching Rachel.
"I came back Mon, I came back."
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.