Disclaimer: I do not own Friends.

Sorry for the long delay. I have just been very busy lately. Anyway, here you go. The next chapter is up. Hope you enjoy. Oh, by the way, I don't know if I said this but it's around late October. Thoughts will be described with italics.

"Come on in."

"Hey Ross. It's me, Rachel." She peered through the door, scanning the room. She noticed all the science toys and projects scattered around the room. If you walked into the room you would see the bed on the right corner facing the desktop, which was to the right of the door. On the desk was a computer, books, and other miscellaneous things. On the left side of the room was a closet that was opened by two doors and a few other science objects. And directly across from the door was a medium sized window with a balcony outside of it. The room was rather spacious, other than the plethora of science objects cluttered throughout the shelves, that were lining the walls.

"Oh, hey Rach. Come on in. I was just looking through my...um, science notes." Ross stumbled with his words. Science notes, you idiot. Why couldn't he of said he was working on lyrics for his music or something cool like that.

Rachel smiled whole heartedly at Ross' obvious embarrassment. She thought it was kind of cute. For a minute she starred at him, trying desperately to figure out his thoughts. It was harder than she expected.

She felt a strong breeze graze the side of her cheek and quickly snapped out of this trance she had surprisingly been put into.

"So, Rachel, was there something you needed?" Ross knew Rachel only came to him when she NEEDED something.

"No, not really. I wanted to see what you were up too." Rachel studied his room, taking in the many small objects surrounding the room.

"Oh, okay. Well nothing's going on right now. I'm just chillin'." He was trying to be as casual as possible. It was actually working out, somewhat.

"Nice. So, not working on anything important," she chuckled a bit.

"No, nothing important. It's Saturday. I have all day tomorrow to get anything else done." He stood up and walked over to his bed, throwing unimportant objects off so Rachel could sit comfortably. Rachel expressed her gratitude by stepping over to the bed and lying gently on the back of the wall.

"Here. This might be a little more comfortable." Ross offered her a fluffy pillow to soften the wall.

"Thanks," Rachel exclaimed, rubbing her hands together nervously. She didn't know why but she was more nervous around Ross lately.

"So, did you have a conversation in mind," Ross inquired, trying to "break the ice."

"Um, not really. How's school going?"

"Good actually. Keeping up with classes and trying to study hard. You?" Ross walked over to the bed and nervously sat down on the opposite side of Rachel.

"Not bad. Kinda goin' slow. But whatever, my grades are good and cheerleading is great. That's pretty much all I need." Rachel put on her trademark smile and cocked her head back on the cold wall. In her heart she knew there was much more to high school then that, but she was way to exhausted to extend the topic.

"Cool. How's the whole thing with your parents going." Ross figured the conversation wasn't going anywhere so he tried to change the subject.

"Sorry but I'd rather not talk about that."

Wrong subject.

"Sorry, I was only trying to get a comfortable conversation going." Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why don't you just stab her right in the heart. Ross looked out the window. This conversation wasn't going anywhere.

Finally Rachel just couldn't take the tension. You could cut it with a knife.

"Look Ross, I know were not close or anything, but I think would should start to get to know each other. Whadaya think?"

Ross was hoping somehow Rachel would ignite a conversation. He never could think of anything clever to say to her.

He turned ever so slowly over to her general area and lifted his face to hers. She could feel his warm energy entering her body. Why do I feel this way. What's going on?

"Rach, I think it's a great idea. How 'bout n..."

ring, ring, ring. It was Rachel's cell phone. Why does it have to go off now! Rachel thought.

Digging through her pockets for the phone she wondered who it could possibly be at. What time is it?

10:30 pm.

Once she had discovered the cell phone, she excused herself and shuffled out of Ross' room.

"Hello," she said flatly.

"Hey Rach." She heard Jill bellow over the wires. "Um, mom wants you to come home." Rachel could hear the snicker in Jill's voice. What did I do now?

"What did I do know?" Rachel's tone was casual, yet anxious.

"Mom found out about the baby."

Oh God. Rachel felt her stomach churn. She couldn't breath. It was like every breath she tried to take was stolen from some unknown enemy. Her body felt limp and for a moment she was speechless. It seemed like everything was going black.

After what felt like an eternity, she could finally hear Jill's condescending voice scratch over the phone. "Rachel, you know what Mom's going to do to you. You're in soooo much trouble. How could you get pregnant? Oh well, at least it's not me."

At least it's not me? Rachel was livid with her unmerciful, selfish sister.

We she finally mustered up something to say, she spoke with fiery. "You know what Jill. You're a selfish bitch. Tell Mom I don't want to come home tonight. I'm staying at the Gellar's."

She knew nothing good would come of going over to her house right now. Everyone's emotions were way to fragile. Also, she would be able to think about what she would say.

"Mom wants you home now. This is a serious matter to her. She's not even sure if she should believe it. Plus she's getting on my nerves. If not for me, for mom. She's in tears."

Rachel thought about this for a second. It would be nice to just get passed the awkward tension and emotions. She could figure the whole situation out as soon as possible.

"Okay Jill, I'll come home. But before I go, how did more figure out I was pregnant?"

"I saw the pregnancy test in your trash, figured it was yours and told her. Bye" And she hung up.

Rachel stood there for a moment thinking about the repercussions of the situation. This would not be good. Suddenly she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

"Everything okay," Ross asked sympathetically.

From that one simple hand gesture Rachel felt safe. She felt like Ross was there to protect her. With that gesture she felt her eyes start to water. She turned around and saw Ross' curious, sympathetic look.

She couldn't take it any longer. She had been strong for too long. When the tears began to fall she felt Ross circle his arms around her back. With a gentle gesture of closeness and comfort they pulled tighter and tighter onto each other.

This was a connection neither knew would ever happen. As they continued to hug, Rachel felt her feet start to weaken. When she no longer could withstand the pressure under her legs she collapsed. And Ross fell with her. Together they laid there, holding each other.

Ross never said a thing. He just held her.

Rachel was thinking a thousand different things. Her mind was racing. But one big question stuck in her mind.

What was to become of her baby?

To Be Continued...