Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to Disney.

A/N: This chapter will be written in Chelsea's point of view in order to explain pivotal parts that Raven was not around for.

-Chelsea's p.o.v.-

I walked to the library with a gloomy look on my face, feeling terrible about Friday night. I didn't really want to go to the party, and I hated Scott Green for inviting us. Even more, I hated Scott for liking Raven. Really, I couldn't blame him, though I wanted to...a lot. It was just that guys like him made life a million times harder for girls like me. They just waltzed in with their big muscles and facial hair and swept the girls off their feet. What could I do? I told myself a long time ago that I wouldn't do anything to lose Raven as a friend, including telling her about how I really felt about her...that I was in love with her. She was a nice person and everything, but I knew she would freak. She would totally hate me...

"Wow, Chels, you look like shit...no offense," someone said. I turned around to see a fairly tall girl with short chestnut brown hair and deep brown eyes staring at me. She leaned against a book case and continued to examine me. "Did you not get enough sleep?" she asked.

"Um...no, actually, I didn't," I said confused. "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?"

"Rachel...Rachel Green. I was at the cast meeting yesterday. My brother invited you to his...actually, my party tomorrow night, remember? I was sitting beside him," She said.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't even notice you."

"Aw, now you've gone and hurt my feelings," she said sarcastically. "Well, I remember you. You're the chick with the extreme crush on that other chick, Raven, am I right?"

I quickly covered her mouth to stop her from speaking. "Shh! What are you doing?" I whispered as I lead her to an empty isle. I was panicking. What if somebody heard that?

"W...who told you that?" was the first thing I thought to ask her.

"Who needed to tell me that? It couldn't be anymore obvious. The face you made when to saw Raven and my brother flirting...you so have a crush," She said. Rachel was by far the most forward girl I'd ever met in my life. I didn't like that she figured me out so easily, but at the same time, I admired her for being the way she was. Open. She was the kind of girl that left her inhibitions at the door and just jumped into life. I wished I could do that.

"Ok, you're right. I do have a crush, but you can't tell anybody. If Raven were to find out, I know she'd hate me. I don't know what I'd do if she stopped talking to me. Her friendship is the best thing I'll ever have with her and I ..."

"Whoa, relax. I'm not going to tell her. Take it from a lifetime lesbian, the closet can get pretty comfy."

"You?"

"Yes, me. I take it you don't listen to stereotypes; otherwise, you would have figured it out just by the way I look." She spun around to let me see all of her outfit. Rachel wore faded black baggy pants with boxers clearly showing, and a t-shirt with two arrows on it, one pointing up, the other, down. The arrow pointing up said, "The man," while the one pointing down said, "The legend,"

"No, I don't believe I stereotypes. I guess if I did, it would have been more obvious," I told her.

"Well, I've been a lesbian all my life, but I didn't always dress like this. I can't believe that there was a time in my life where I actually used to wear dresses." Rachel shuddered.

"What changed?" I asked curiously.

"I started crushing on just about every girl I couldn't have...the straight girls, kind of like you."

"No, I don't have a crush on every girl. Just one...Raven. She's all I need."

"And maybe you can have her."

"What are you talking about? I don't stand a chance with Raven Baxter."

"You could...if you really wanted to."

"And how's that?

"Ok, what do straight girls want?"

"Hot boys?"

"Exactly!" Rachel walked around me in a circle, studying me from head to toe. "Hmm, you've got potential, Chels."

"No," I said, knowing exactly what she was getting at.

"Ok, fine. I guess some people aren't willing to go for the gold," she said, trying to make me feel bad. I wished it didn't work, but it did. "Look, Chels. There are two kinds of people out there. Those who live life on the inside looking out through the window, and those who live life. What kind of person are you?"

Damn, she was good! Too good. But she had a point. If I had even the slightest chance at having Raven, I had to go for it.

"Will you help me?"

Rachel gave a devilish smile as she put an arm around my shoulder and walked with me.

"I know exactly what to do."

A/N: Ok, by now, you all have to know where this story is going. This chapter didn't really come out as good as I hopped it would. I think I've used up all my good writing skills on my RFR fic. I'll get better, though. I've been having a bit of writers block for this fic, but I finally figured out what direction I'm going to let the story go in. Anyways, don't forget to review.