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"Monica." Ross stood there somewhat shocked, his mouth locked open. He couldn't believe after eight years he'd actually remember what she'd looked like. Sure she'd gotten thin and her hair had grown out, but the face was the same sweet face he would never forget.
Monica on the other hand couldn't figure out who the man was. He had thick somewhat long hair (not to long though, lol), sideburns, and was well built. She thought she knew the voice but she couldn't put a name to it.
"Um, do I know you?" She replied after struggling with his identity.
Ross sighed realizing she didn't even know who he was. He felt a little betrayed that she couldn't recognize him, but quickly reasoned that it had been eight years since they had seen each other. Eight years. His heart dropped.
"Mon, it's me, your brother." That was all he needed to say. She stood there and uttered a single word, "Ross."
"Yeah." They both looked at each other but for some reason felt powerless. Both were frozen in time.
Just than Chandler rolled in calling out his name. "Ro, Monica?" Chandler was stunned.
All three stood in silence, looking intently at each other. It felt so surreal.
Finally Chandler retrieved his voice, "Maybe we should all talk." Chandler looked at Ross and Monica and motioned to the back door.
"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." Monica agreed with Chandler and the three along with Joey tagging walked out the back door to figure this whole mess out.
"Ross what are doing here?" Monica wasn't in the mood for small talk. They needed to get to the bottom of this. Her face was stern, however pleading.
"It's kind of a long story."
"Everything always is." Monica turned so her back was toward the guys.
"Can I ask what's going on here?" Joey chimed in, shaking his head and slightly throwing up his hands.
"Joe, lets let Ross and Monica have some privacy. Well be in the front. Take your time." Chandler looked at the siblings sympathetically and wondered if they would figure this thing out.
With her back still turned Monica spoke once more. "Ross. I just don't know what to say." She turned around and walked toward him. "I've missed you so much. I can't believe you're here right now." Then she started to cry. Tears started to fall freely from her eyes. She could no longer stand it. She looked into his eyes and hugged him tightly.
They stood in that hug for what felt like an eternity. Neither one wanting to let go. Both longing for this since the day they parted. It was as if this was all they needed. Nothing could make this moment any better. They could die happy.
Unfortunately the embrace had to end sometime. Ross unwillingly broke the hug.
"It's great to see you again. I was hoping you wouldn't be mad at me."
"Ross, I couldn't be mad at you. You're my brother. And I can tell you did your best. I love you so much." Ross softened his face and looked at Monica lightheartedly.
"I love you too. I will always love you?" Ross slung his arm over his sister's shoulder and they walked toward Chandler and Joey.
Considering Monica owned the restaurant she took the rest of the night off. Her and Ross talked the whole night long. Monica had went to college in Harvard and gotten her masters in Culinary Arts. She had been married, but the marriage had not worked because she was too young. She was living in Greenwich Village with two roommates. She was having a wonderful life.
"But one thing was missing. You." She looked at Ross. They had entered her apartment, which was in Ross' building, and had talked all night on the couch. Her roommates hadn't come home yet.
"Monica, I have thought about you everyday of my life. I just never got the courage to see you because I thought you wouldn't want to see me ever again after what I did."
"Ross I will always forgive you. I am so happy you're here. You're staying, right?" Monica was hopeful.
"Yes, indefinitely." The word meant nothing right now, but it was a hopeful word.
"That's good. We're going to have so much fun together..." Just then there was a faint sound of a key in the lock.
"Oh that's one of my roommates."
To Be Continued...
I know the chapter's short and there's not a lot of Monica and Ross interaction, but that's not what this story is about. So I hope you're enjoying the story.
