Sooooo sorry I didn't update for so long, but I had 3 finals, a term paper, and tons of homework to do! It's probably going to be a while (like a week) before I update again, because I have MORE finals, but next weekend I might be able to update again!!! I also tried to make this chapter longer than the last one… it was really short!! :) Thank you so much for your reviews! They really made me want to write this chapter more! Thanks & keep reviewing please!! Here's Chapter 2- it's about how Ross is doing without Rachel not very well and what he will do about it! Just for this story, he lives in the same building as Chandler and Monica, and he lives with Joey. Enjoy!!

Disclaimer- I don't own much besides a Stratocaster, a whole lot of CD's, and the computer I'm typing this on. So I definitely don't own Friends- that would be Bright, Kauffman, and Crane. I don't own this song either, it's Michelle Branch's, but I can play it on the guitar!!!

Chapter 2- Missing

Maybe I'd be better on my own
No one ever seems to understand me
It's easier for me to be alone
But there's still a piece of me that feels so empty
I've been all over the world
I've seen a million different places
But through the crowds and all the faces
I'm still out there looking for you.

Where are you now?
I'm trying to get by with never knowing at all
What is the chance of finding you out there?
Or do I have to wait forever?

Michelle Branch, Where Are You Now?

Just as Rachel had been looking out the window in Paris, Ross was doing the exact same thing in his small New York apartment across the Atlantic Ocean. Another tear escaped his eye, sliding down his face as he thought about he would never see Rachel again. Rachel… his heart… his whole life. And now she was gone. Just like that. Probably over in Paris having a great time speaking French with all her French friends, at her wonderful French job, probably with a hot French boyfriend, not even caring about him. Ross had tried to be mad at Rachel, to consider how awful what she had done to him was, but he couldn't let go of the feelings he had kept inside since he was 15… now he understood why he never had asked Rachel out in high school… because she would do what she was doing to him now…destroying him. Worse than torture, worse than anything else he could imagine. Ross laid his head against the window, watching the city below. He glared down at the people in taxis, scornfully thinking of how they were probably happy, on their way home to be with their loving family…

Ross' thoughts were interrupted as Joey walked in the apartment door, carrying two pizza boxes. Quickly brushing his tears away so his friends wouldn't see him crying, Ross stood up.

It didn't work.

Joey's gleeful expression at the prospect of sitting around, drinking beer, and eating pizza, quickly faded, and he frowned when he saw Ross' red, tear stained face.

"Dude, what's up?" Joey questioned, concerned for Ross. Ross shook his head, looking at his feet and stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. "Come on; tell me, you know I can help you! I'm Joey!" Joey persisted. Ross mumbled something inaudible sounding distinctly like "no one can help", but Joey kept talking. "Oh my god, is it the pizza? Did I get the wrong kind? Sorry, but I don't really think that deserves crying, man!"

"Ugh, Joey! Gosh, of course it's not the pizza! What makes me do this every single night? Same thing again! It won't change, dude!" Ross finally exploded. Joey's face fell as he walked over to his friend, putting his hand on Ross' shoulder.

"Rachel…" Joey whispered softly, about to add more, but stopping at the look on Ross' face at the mention of Rachel's name. "Wow, Ross…you have to do something! You're destroying yourself!" Ross just shook his head, looking down at his feet again.

"Joey, there's nothing to do! She's gone. She doesn't love me. That's all there is to it. Guy meets girl. Guy loves girl. Guy tells girl. Girl runs away to another country. Girl never wants to see guy again. Guy is sad. Guy becomes old and bitter. Girl loves her new life. End of story. That's it, Joe, that's what happened. Now how would you change that?"

"Hmmm…" Joey thought. "Okay. One. That's not the story of you and Rachel. Your story had about a million more things to it. Two. That's not the story, so it doesn't end like that either. Three. Whatever happened to "love conquers everything" or whatever that crap is? Four. My pizza is getting cold!" Joey walked over to the bar, where he grabbed a slice of pizza out of the box, then walked back over towards Ross. Both men stood in silence as Joey ate, until, out of nowhere, Joey screamed out. "Ooooh! I got it! How about… we stuff you into a box, and ship you to France! Then when Rachel opens you, she'll love you all over again for shipping yourself to France!" Ross raised an eyebrow in shock of Joey's stupidity. "No? Okay! Got any more ideas?" Joey answered.

"Joe, that was crazy, but… nah, that wouldn't work, never mind," Ross replied.

"Dude, come on, what? It could work!" Joey prompted Ross.

"Aw, fine; no, it's stupid!" Ross continued. Seeing Joey's look he continued. "Fine, Joe. Okay. Your idea was a little, okay, a lot, weird. But; instead of shipping me in a bow, we could ship me in a plane like a normal civilized person!Then I could get to Paris, and find Rachel, and beg her to come back with me!"

Triumphantly, Joey exclaimed "Oh yeah! That's the perfect thing! I'll go find you a flight right now!"

Ross smiled for the first time in days. "Sorry, dude, but you better let me book the flight. Then I'll go tell Chandler and Monica! I want to leave as soon as possible! Thank you so much! I can't wait to see Rachel! Aaaaaaahhhh! I'm so excited!" With that, Ross ran to find his laptop.

A/N: Yay! Ross is happy! Not for long, though! Haha I'm so evil! :) lol just kidding! But…it's not that easy! Wouldn't it be boring if it was? What will Monica and Chandler say? And how is Rachel doing? Coming kind of soon! Yay this chappy was longer! Try to write more soon!

rock on,

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