This is my first in a series of R and R what ifs…. This is based on the pilot… what if Rachel had a secret crush on Ross after she leaves Barry at the altar…. These characters are the property of Bright Kaufmann and Crane Productions……….
Rachel sat on a perfectly sculptured chair. Her white train swept the gown along with her long veil. She swatted a pearl out of her face from the tiara perched on her head. On the table beside her, were silver and white packages with tags saying they were from Tiffany's or Macy's. Here in these packages lied her future.
"Where was Mindy ?" she thought. She should have been here an hour ago. Probably was running an errand, she said she had to get some panty hose or something. Her mother was talking to the wedding planner and her terrible sisters were setting their sites on the next man they could charm .
Rachel walked to the window and looked at the rain. Such a fitting metaphor , for her wedding day. Rachel had spent her whole life dreaming of her wedding day. Her and Monica used to play bride. Monica would pull a pillowcase over her head and Rachel would hold her train. They talked about the perfect man and they envisioned the day that they would become mothers. Monica told her that she would name her baby Emma if it was a girl and Daniel if it was a boy.
Monica , that's a blast from the past. Her and Monica were inseparable in high school. They did everything together. She would come over to her house and they would study , and plan , and dream. Rachel was a permanent fixture at the Geller house. She even was a part of their holidays. There was another Geller that couldn't wait to see her and that was Monica's brother , Ross.
Monica went to CIA and Rachel went away to school. At school , she acquired the same kind of shallow friends that she had in high school. Kappa Kappa Delta gave her a bid and she pledged, that was where she met Mindy. Mindy and her had a friendship, but it wasn't like before. Mindy was the type of girl who only wanted to marry money and get a rich husband and a big house.
"Honey, here's another one." Sandra Green entered the room holding a small blue and white Tiffany package. She handed it to Rachel to put on the table. Putting her arm around her , she could sense fear.
"It's okay to be nervous. Every bride is." smiled Sandra. "You are going to make Barry the perfect doctor's wife."
"But Mom, what if there is someone out there better for me than Barry?" asked Rachel as she looked deep into her mother's eyes.
"Barry will take care of you, you can't stay with us forever , sweetie. He will give you a good life." Sandra assured her. "Now I need you to say that you will put those thoughts out of your head." she said as she ran to the hotel banquet room.
As an impulse , Rachel opened the package. It was flawless and pure white perfection. She held it up to the light and it sparkled. Inside was a tiny spoon, it was so adorable. This had to be the Limoge gravy boat she saw in Tiffany's that her and Barry registered for. It was so beautiful. Barry? Mrs. Barry Farber? Just hearing that name seemed to drive her crazy. Did she really love Barry?
"I think that is everything." Carol Willick Geller said as she lifted the last box of stuff from the floor. Her lover , Susan picked up the television and started toward the elevator. She really didn't want to linger in that apartment, and she certainly didn't want to talk to the man with a beer on the couch.
"Ross, I'm leaving now." she said with a voice filled with guilt.
"Fine Carol, you should be happy , you have succeeded in destroying a man." said Ross as he bitterly sipped a beer.
"Ross, stop being so mellow dramatic. It was nothing that you did wrong. It 's just who I am." said Carol.
"Why didn't you know before this? Did I make you like women ?" he questioned with tears in his eyes. "Because there are studies that say that homosexuality is not inborn but can be acquired by a person or a certain situation." he rambled off like one of the text books he had read.
"I don't need your stupid theories to be explained to me. It is very simple. I am gay , I like women, and I am in love with Susan. We were over a long time ago, I guess I was just holding onto something." Carol admitted. She put the box down and walked over to the couch. "I loved you and I hated to see you hurt this way. You will find another." she said as she tenderly took his hand. "You're a good man, Ross Geller , and you will find love again." Tenderly she kissed his cheek. "Let me know when you get the final papers." she said as she closed the door.
Ross sat on his couch and watched the retreating figure walk out of his life. In that one moment, he was not the strong man who his father had once wanted him to be. He was the little boy who was left alone when his mommy went away. He was the little boy who cried when his mother went to the beauty parlor and he was the man who' s heart had just gotten broke.
Rachel stared at the clock on the wall. Suddenly the second hand was ticking like a time bomb. It sounded off louder and louder , and the numbers flew at her like disoriented shapes . She couldn't make heads or tails of what she was doing , the room was spinning around. She would close her eyes and then she would still feel the room spinning. There was no doubt about it… she had to get out but how? She looked around to see if anyone could spot her. She had to find a window, of course the window in the bathroom. She quietly closed the door and with her shaky white pumps, she boosted herself up onto the window sill.
Popping the window , she lowered herself to the ground. Once on the pavement below, she started to run away. Her father would be furious, not to mention the embarrassment to Barry. She just couldn't go through with it.
Oblivious to the activity of the wedding, Barry held Mindy as they kissed passionately. In her hurry to leave, Rachel didn't even notice her best friend and groom making out. She scurried past them.
A cab pulled up, "Where to Miss, what church?" said the driver obviously noticing a bride when he saw one.
"Where to from here?" thought Rachel. An obvious question. She couldn't go back to Long Island. She had no where. Then she remembered a friend from the past , her friend, she would know what to do.
"Manhattan, Greenwich Village, Corner of Bedford and Grove." Rachel said as the cab driver pulled away in the pouring rain. She hoped and prayed Monica would know what to do.
Hey there everyone...this was another result of the dreaded writers block...i promise i am updating stories better now... this story was an idea i toyed with a while ago... it is kind what if and au... i would like to dedicate it to melanie geller.. she is a really sweet person who just let me talk to her...so this is for you melanie...hope you enjoy this story...