Chapter 21
Someone like you
Disclaimer: I don't own anything do with friends.
A/N: Okay, finally another chapter updated! It's taken me months (which I'm ashamed about) but it' here now. I initially thought this would be the last chapter, until I started to write it, and I realised this fic still has quite a bit to go...maybe another 2 or 3 chapters after this one. So stick with me guys and I promise I wont leave you waiting as long for an update again :o) xxxx
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"Hey, look, Mon isn't that your Dad?" Joey squinted to see the mans face a little bit clearer as he ambled towards the buildings main entrance that was directly below him, with another man, who also seemed vaguely familiar, although he couldn't for the life of him fathom out why.
"Oh well, "He shrugged it off, it would no doubt come back to him in time.
"What, Where?" Monica screwed her face up in confusion and tried in vain to strategically remover herself from the book strewn bed on which she was studying, trying desperately not to mess up the neatly stacked papers that she had placed in perfect order around her.
"There, look!" He stuck his hand out the semi-opened window and pointed down the ground, while he watched her approach him.
"Joey, there's no one there!" Her confusion quickly turned to anger, and she threw him a look of contention, utterly annoyed at the unnecessary disruption that had wasted her precious study time.
"He was there! I think." He didn't look so certain, but he hoped he was right; otherwise he was in for a night of getting the cold shoulder from his girlfriend.
"I know I've only seen him once, but I never forget a face. Anyway, look, isn't that his car?"
Monica peeled her glaring eyes away slowly from Joey and rested them again on the concrete pathway, not so certain that what she was about to see would provide her with evidence to her Dads presence on campus.
In her mind this was just some childish ploy of Joeys to entice her away from the bed, and focus her attentions on something other than her studies, but she couldn't have been more wrong.
"Oh, yeah, so it is." There was no mistaking her Fathers brand new Porsche. She had fallen in love with it the minute she had first laid eyes on it, having taken its every detail to memory, from the wing mirrors to the exhaust pipe.
Suddenly her rage turned to a gut wrenching fear.
Why was he here?
What could possibly bring him all the way from Long Island into Manhattan at this time of night?
Was there something wrong with her Mom? Or even Ross?
"ROSS!" She lunged herself away from the window and hurtled towards the bedroom door, without giving it a second thought and without waiting on Joey.
"Monica! Wait up, slow down! What's the panic? Nothings wrong with Ross, if that's what you're thinking? Your Dad could be up here for any reason. Maybe, maybe he's dropping of some stuff from home? Like some old bits of rock?" Monica shook her head fervently from side to side and continued her descent down the hallway at rapid speed.
"No, I have this really bad feeling Joe. Something doesn't feel right...I have butterflies in the pit of my stomach." Her voice cracked as she tried unsuccessfully tried to suppress the tears that were welling in her crystal blue eyes.
Joey still felt she was being somewhat irrational, but let it go to curb an ensuing argument if he continued to contradict how she was feeling. And anyway, he had to admit, it was pretty rare for her to be wrong where sibling intuition was concerned. She and Ross were practically inseparable these days, as much as they pretended to hate each others guts, with their constant bickering and incessant bitching and nit-picking of one another, it was clear to their close circle of friends that the brother and sister had a bond that was eternally unbreakable.
"Ross?" As they both approached his dorm room, Monica began to call out his name. Quietly at first, but getting louder each time he didn't answer as the terror in her worsened.
"ROSS!" She pounded her fists into the heavy pine door, and while it shook slightly it didn't budge and nor was it opened, much to her frustration.
"Ross, please sweetie. Answer the door if you're in there!" Her tone became gentler as she calmed slightly...he brain registering that maybe, just maybe she had been wrong after all. Slightly embarrassed now at the idea of being such a drama queen, she sunk her head in resignation. Then she heard something that made her stomach lurch and her embarrassment disappear.
"Monica..." His voice was a faint whisper, but she heard it as clear as day. Even Joey looked shocked.
"Ross, hold on, we're coming!" Joey forced her out of the doorway and began to kick with all his might, ignoring the soaring pains, his leg struck out repeatedly, almost rhythmically, until the lock began to weaken and the door burst open with almighty force, swinging back on him quickly and almost hurtling him out of the way.
"Oh, my, God" Monica clasped her hands across her agape mouth, visibly disturbed at the sight of her brother lying on the floor by his bedside, covered only by a flimsy run of the mill college supplied bed sheet, and a bottle of empty pills in his limp, lifeless hand. This was worse than she had first anticipated.
"Monica, help me, I don't want to die" It took him all the strength left in his already weak body to talk, but he knew he had to. He had to survive. He had to fight.
"I only wanted to sleep, this was an accident!" His words were slurred and almost intelligible, but she understood every syllable.
"Don't talk sweetie, helps on its way" She tried to keep herself as calm and composed as she could handle as she lifted the phones receiver and for the first time in her life dialled a number she wished she never had to use. 911.
He needed an ambulance, and he needed it now.
Tears poured from his half closed eyes. He knew he had been stupid, and the shame was alone enough to kill him. Why did he have to go down this road! A spur of the moment bad decision had plunged him into his worst nightmare, which he was now regretting.
"Joey! Get Chandler!" He did exactly what she asked. He ran off, leaving her alone to cope solely
She watched helplessly as her brother lay in front of her, slipping in and out of consciousness as he battled the dreaded grim reaper. His life was ebbing away before her very eyes and there was nothing she could do.
She kneeled down beside him and wrapped his cold lifeless body in her arms.
"Please stay with me." She begged over and over again, praying to God he would hear her.
"Help's on the way!"
She hoped she was right, for if he was to make it, time was of the essence.
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Across campus in the Vanderbilt building, another door was being chapped.
Rachel had spent the majority of her day and night deep in thought, desperately trying to make the right decisions for everyone who had become trapped in web of deceit she was stuck in the middle of.
As she stood there, waiting patiently for the door to open she thought about running away and listening to the niggling voice in her head that was telling her she was doing the wrong thing once again. But her feet remained rooted to the ground. She was going no where, because this was where she wanted to be...wasn't it?
"Rachel?" An astounded Jason appeared in the doorway and she quickly snapped out of her reverie.
"Jason." She gave him a half-smile, afraid to give away too much of herself just yet, for fear of rejection and the mortification that would come with it.
"What are you doing here? I thought you hated my guts? If you're here to give me a lecture on fidelity then forget it, okay. I don't want to hear it. I've made my bed, and I'm lying in it...with Cynthia."
"I'm not here to argue Jas. I only wanted to talk. I've not been able to get you out of my head all day. Maybe you were right? I didn't pay you enough attention. It was no wonder you went off with...her." She couldn't bring herself to say his mistress' name; it was all still too painful and fresh.
"I'm here to tell you I forgive you. It dawned on me earlier that you didn't really mean to do what you did. I know you only did it to get me to sit up and take notice of you, and it worked. I realise a relationship take a lot of effort, and I need to give you my all, 100%."
Jason shook his head and tried his hardest not to laugh, but the smirk on his face was enough.
"Pathetic!" He laughed inwardly.
He had been right all along...she was the pushover he had always known she was. Daddies little princess was still as gullible as she was when they had first started to date.
He would be a fool not to take her back-he would get away with murder with her as his girlfriend and that was just the way he liked it.
He pushed the door wide open and let it go free.
"Come on it baby, we have a lot of catching up to do." He smirked and grabbed her seductively into his arms.
He wasn't about to change for some dumb blonde that he didn't care about, but if she wanted to believe that he would then so be it.
What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her...or would it?
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To be continued....
The next part is already written, I just need to type it up. It should be done and update by the weekend, depending on the reviews ;o) xx
Someone like you
Disclaimer: I don't own anything do with friends.
A/N: Okay, finally another chapter updated! It's taken me months (which I'm ashamed about) but it' here now. I initially thought this would be the last chapter, until I started to write it, and I realised this fic still has quite a bit to go...maybe another 2 or 3 chapters after this one. So stick with me guys and I promise I wont leave you waiting as long for an update again :o) xxxx
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"Hey, look, Mon isn't that your Dad?" Joey squinted to see the mans face a little bit clearer as he ambled towards the buildings main entrance that was directly below him, with another man, who also seemed vaguely familiar, although he couldn't for the life of him fathom out why.
"Oh well, "He shrugged it off, it would no doubt come back to him in time.
"What, Where?" Monica screwed her face up in confusion and tried in vain to strategically remover herself from the book strewn bed on which she was studying, trying desperately not to mess up the neatly stacked papers that she had placed in perfect order around her.
"There, look!" He stuck his hand out the semi-opened window and pointed down the ground, while he watched her approach him.
"Joey, there's no one there!" Her confusion quickly turned to anger, and she threw him a look of contention, utterly annoyed at the unnecessary disruption that had wasted her precious study time.
"He was there! I think." He didn't look so certain, but he hoped he was right; otherwise he was in for a night of getting the cold shoulder from his girlfriend.
"I know I've only seen him once, but I never forget a face. Anyway, look, isn't that his car?"
Monica peeled her glaring eyes away slowly from Joey and rested them again on the concrete pathway, not so certain that what she was about to see would provide her with evidence to her Dads presence on campus.
In her mind this was just some childish ploy of Joeys to entice her away from the bed, and focus her attentions on something other than her studies, but she couldn't have been more wrong.
"Oh, yeah, so it is." There was no mistaking her Fathers brand new Porsche. She had fallen in love with it the minute she had first laid eyes on it, having taken its every detail to memory, from the wing mirrors to the exhaust pipe.
Suddenly her rage turned to a gut wrenching fear.
Why was he here?
What could possibly bring him all the way from Long Island into Manhattan at this time of night?
Was there something wrong with her Mom? Or even Ross?
"ROSS!" She lunged herself away from the window and hurtled towards the bedroom door, without giving it a second thought and without waiting on Joey.
"Monica! Wait up, slow down! What's the panic? Nothings wrong with Ross, if that's what you're thinking? Your Dad could be up here for any reason. Maybe, maybe he's dropping of some stuff from home? Like some old bits of rock?" Monica shook her head fervently from side to side and continued her descent down the hallway at rapid speed.
"No, I have this really bad feeling Joe. Something doesn't feel right...I have butterflies in the pit of my stomach." Her voice cracked as she tried unsuccessfully tried to suppress the tears that were welling in her crystal blue eyes.
Joey still felt she was being somewhat irrational, but let it go to curb an ensuing argument if he continued to contradict how she was feeling. And anyway, he had to admit, it was pretty rare for her to be wrong where sibling intuition was concerned. She and Ross were practically inseparable these days, as much as they pretended to hate each others guts, with their constant bickering and incessant bitching and nit-picking of one another, it was clear to their close circle of friends that the brother and sister had a bond that was eternally unbreakable.
"Ross?" As they both approached his dorm room, Monica began to call out his name. Quietly at first, but getting louder each time he didn't answer as the terror in her worsened.
"ROSS!" She pounded her fists into the heavy pine door, and while it shook slightly it didn't budge and nor was it opened, much to her frustration.
"Ross, please sweetie. Answer the door if you're in there!" Her tone became gentler as she calmed slightly...he brain registering that maybe, just maybe she had been wrong after all. Slightly embarrassed now at the idea of being such a drama queen, she sunk her head in resignation. Then she heard something that made her stomach lurch and her embarrassment disappear.
"Monica..." His voice was a faint whisper, but she heard it as clear as day. Even Joey looked shocked.
"Ross, hold on, we're coming!" Joey forced her out of the doorway and began to kick with all his might, ignoring the soaring pains, his leg struck out repeatedly, almost rhythmically, until the lock began to weaken and the door burst open with almighty force, swinging back on him quickly and almost hurtling him out of the way.
"Oh, my, God" Monica clasped her hands across her agape mouth, visibly disturbed at the sight of her brother lying on the floor by his bedside, covered only by a flimsy run of the mill college supplied bed sheet, and a bottle of empty pills in his limp, lifeless hand. This was worse than she had first anticipated.
"Monica, help me, I don't want to die" It took him all the strength left in his already weak body to talk, but he knew he had to. He had to survive. He had to fight.
"I only wanted to sleep, this was an accident!" His words were slurred and almost intelligible, but she understood every syllable.
"Don't talk sweetie, helps on its way" She tried to keep herself as calm and composed as she could handle as she lifted the phones receiver and for the first time in her life dialled a number she wished she never had to use. 911.
He needed an ambulance, and he needed it now.
Tears poured from his half closed eyes. He knew he had been stupid, and the shame was alone enough to kill him. Why did he have to go down this road! A spur of the moment bad decision had plunged him into his worst nightmare, which he was now regretting.
"Joey! Get Chandler!" He did exactly what she asked. He ran off, leaving her alone to cope solely
She watched helplessly as her brother lay in front of her, slipping in and out of consciousness as he battled the dreaded grim reaper. His life was ebbing away before her very eyes and there was nothing she could do.
She kneeled down beside him and wrapped his cold lifeless body in her arms.
"Please stay with me." She begged over and over again, praying to God he would hear her.
"Help's on the way!"
She hoped she was right, for if he was to make it, time was of the essence.
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Across campus in the Vanderbilt building, another door was being chapped.
Rachel had spent the majority of her day and night deep in thought, desperately trying to make the right decisions for everyone who had become trapped in web of deceit she was stuck in the middle of.
As she stood there, waiting patiently for the door to open she thought about running away and listening to the niggling voice in her head that was telling her she was doing the wrong thing once again. But her feet remained rooted to the ground. She was going no where, because this was where she wanted to be...wasn't it?
"Rachel?" An astounded Jason appeared in the doorway and she quickly snapped out of her reverie.
"Jason." She gave him a half-smile, afraid to give away too much of herself just yet, for fear of rejection and the mortification that would come with it.
"What are you doing here? I thought you hated my guts? If you're here to give me a lecture on fidelity then forget it, okay. I don't want to hear it. I've made my bed, and I'm lying in it...with Cynthia."
"I'm not here to argue Jas. I only wanted to talk. I've not been able to get you out of my head all day. Maybe you were right? I didn't pay you enough attention. It was no wonder you went off with...her." She couldn't bring herself to say his mistress' name; it was all still too painful and fresh.
"I'm here to tell you I forgive you. It dawned on me earlier that you didn't really mean to do what you did. I know you only did it to get me to sit up and take notice of you, and it worked. I realise a relationship take a lot of effort, and I need to give you my all, 100%."
Jason shook his head and tried his hardest not to laugh, but the smirk on his face was enough.
"Pathetic!" He laughed inwardly.
He had been right all along...she was the pushover he had always known she was. Daddies little princess was still as gullible as she was when they had first started to date.
He would be a fool not to take her back-he would get away with murder with her as his girlfriend and that was just the way he liked it.
He pushed the door wide open and let it go free.
"Come on it baby, we have a lot of catching up to do." He smirked and grabbed her seductively into his arms.
He wasn't about to change for some dumb blonde that he didn't care about, but if she wanted to believe that he would then so be it.
What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her...or would it?
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To be continued....
The next part is already written, I just need to type it up. It should be done and update by the weekend, depending on the reviews ;o) xx