A/N: Another fic from meee! I'm currently finishing "The Wrong Time" now... but this fic's different. It's set in college. It literally got me into writing it for days, forgetting about everything I had to do! Don't forget about leaving me a review at the end ) Expect its update really really soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own them...


Ross

It was another weekend… fraternity parties, sorority parties… Damn, he was tired of all those.

Ross Geller, a junior at NYU, is far from everyone's first impressions. To begin with, he is good-looking, good-natured, well-built, smart and one of the football team's most valuable players. Basically, he is a heartthrob in campus… and he is majoring in paleontology. Yes, this dino-loving dude has more admirers than Indiana Jones. Along with their friends, he and his younger sister Monica hang out almost every weekend. Monica, a student at the Culinary Institute of America, is secretly dating Ross' best friend, Chandler. On the other hand, Monica's best friend Rachel is the ex-girlfriend of Ross.

Everything seemed twisted… but they were in college… the peak of their social life. The only thing that mattered was they were having fun.


The hallway was untidy… as usual, it was a Friday night. As he reached his dorm room, half-wasted, he sighed in annoyance. 'Why does Chandler have to score tonight?' He lifted the sock by the doorknob and threw it away. He was irritated, drunk and tired… the only thing he wanted to do was to SLEEP. Chandler wasn't the type who would have girls over his dorm room but recently, he's been doing that a lot. Ross wondered who that secret woman was. Chandler never told him anything about her, afraid that his best friend might just kill him.

Intoxicated, Ross left his dorm and went to a familiar garden. He sat down by a tree and leaned on its trunk. He loved and hated that tree… it had too much memories. Even though Ross could hear girls passing by giggling and staring at him, he opted to gaze at the stars instead. 'Stars,' he thought, remembering one fateful night he spent at a planetarium.

Rachel. The one soul he loved amidst all the women.

They were a perfect couple… it seemed so cliché since she was the head cheerleader and he was a jock, but they had chemistry. That was what set them apart from all the other couples. They were one of the 'golden' couples around school, watched, envied and admired by a lot. For more than a year, people wanted to have what they had… at the same time, people wanted to break them apart. It was as if they were too impossible. Two beautiful human beings united with love… it was a fairytale.

But now, it was over and it's been half a year. For the past six, agonizing and excruciating months, Ross busied himself with school, football, insignificant dates and parties. Although he and Rachel still hung out together with the rest of their friends, they hardly talked. It was more of a 'hi-bye' kinda thing. Though to their friends, it was obvious that neither of them was over one another. Ross would get jealous, knowing that Rachel was out on a date with some guy. Rachel would get mad for 'no reason,' seeing Ross around campus with a trail of women behind him. Yet when they hung out together, it was as if there was nothing going on… as if nothing ever happened between them for that matter. It was weird, but love makes people stupid.

"Hey dude," someone shouted, waking him up from his thoughts.

"Hey Joe," he greeted. His fellow football jock, also one of his best friends, had two women under his arms.

"Whatcha doin' out here?"

"Chandler's having the time of his life."

"Oooh…" he wickedly smiled. The girls were giggling, obviously infatuated with the two handsome men beside them.

"Oh yeah, these are Hannah and Tiffany," he introduced.

"Hi," Tiffany sensually spoke, "would you like to join us?"

Ross looked at Joey, who winked and smiled at him, "Not tonight Joe."

Tiffany sat next to him, "Why? Don't you wanna have the time of your life too?"

Ross simply smiled and stood, brushing off the grass on his pants, "I already did." He looked at Joey, playfully punched him at the stomach and left.

He was exhausted with everything.