Rachel

Saturday afternoons were always shopping time for the girls. Rachel, Monica and Phoebe always splurged on clothes. More so Rachel, since she was majoring in fashion and design. Conversely, Monica, being the only one in their group that didn't study in NYU, hung with them as often as she could. Monica and Rachel have been friends since high school, while Phoebe, the environmentalist major, became close to them during their freshman year. She was originally Rachel's friend who got along with Monica so well that they had to expand their posse. With Joey, Chandler and Ross' womanizer friend, they became six.

Rachel Green is known as the 'it' girl. Women copied her because to what they see, she has everything… her hair was perfectly styled, having a golden-brown shade; her eyes are the color of the sea, one can go astray looking at them; her body is beautifully tanned and toned, obviously exercised hard for; her lips are red, looking like a cherry when she pouts; and her nose, unknown to some that she had it fixed, is just perfectly sculptured. No wonder Ross had a huge crush on her since the ninth grade.

Monica, being fat in her puberty years, envied her best friend. Before she gained her own confidence and identity, Rachel was her idol. She wanted to be like her, always admired by the boys she met in parties. But as years went by, her baby fat went away… until she turned out to be one of the most beautiful girls in Lincoln High. Rachel knew that all along, it was just she matured earlier than her best friend. And now that they've grown beautiful, inside and out, envy was no longer a topic to even think about. Their friendship had been tried and tested a million times, especially when Ross and Rachel got together then broke up… but so far, they were still going strong.


"Mon, please tell me you're telling your brother soon?"

Rachel pleaded, taking a gulp from her mocha frappuccino. Starbucks was quiet enough for them to have a decent conversation.

"I will."

"No you won't," Phoebe said, "You're just saying that cause you know how much Rachel cares for Ross!"

Rachel rolled her eyes, 'here we go again,' she thought, whining to her "Phoebes, don't start."

"I will tell him okay, I'm just… scared!" Monica said, changing the topic.

"I firmly believe that you should tell Ross when he's at his happy place. I can bring him there!"

"Phoebe!" Monica and Rachel chimed.

"What? You don't even know where his 'happy place' is!" Phoebe retorted, defending her seasonal and comical eccentricity.

"Okay bring him there and I'll tell him," Monica rode along.

"Fine, meet me tomorrow on Rachel's bed with Ross and Chandler."

"HEY!" Rachel barked.

Monica and Phoebe laughed.

"That's not fair, stop teasing me to him."

"I'm not teasing you Rach, I'm being serious here. How many times did Ross find happiness in our room when you were togeth-"

Before she could finish, Monica butted in, "Sister here! Sister here! Stop the details!"

Rachel groaned, "Well things are different now, Phoebes."

"That's what you think," Phoebe replied.

"Let's not debate who's right or wrong AGAIN," Monica said, attempting to discontinue the conversation the will eventually lead to an argument that Rachel is or is not 'moving on.'

Phoebe spoke, "The situation's clear to me. You have to tell Ross as soon as possible, Mon… Joey saw him last night by the tree," glaring at Rachel, "because there was a 'sock' at his door."

"Chandler said he wouldn't be home 'til after midnight! I left their dorm at twelve!"

"Maybe he didn't hook up with someone last night."

Uncomfortable with the situation, Rachel broke her silence, "Just tell him Mon, please?" and stood up, going to the table of condiments.

Phoebe and Monica watched Rachel as she was adding cinnamon to her drink. "It's actually funny… her saying that they've 'moved on' but shy away when we talk about him and his life."

"I know," Monica agreed, hoping that her brother and her best friend would just stop being stupid and get back together.


Despite the many cafes New York had, no other beats Central Perk. The place seemed for old people, but they still hung out altogether. "So what's the plan tonight?" Chandler asked the rest of the group.

"I have a date," Joey answered.

"I have an aura cleaning appointment," Phoebe said.

Looking uncomfortably at Rachel, Ross spoke, "I have a date too."

Rachel tried to hide her pained expression, "Hey, I have one too!" 'Damn, I need a date tonight,' she thought.

"Well it looks like it's just the two of us, Mon!" Chandler pretended to be sad.

"That's fine with me," Monica winked.

"So Ross, who are you taking out tonight?" Joey asked.

"Um… this girl I met the other day."

"Well does she have a name?"

"Sarah…"

"Sarah? Sarah Clark? You're going out with Sarah Clark?"

'Sure Joey, repeat it again,' Rachel thought. Sarah Clark used to be Rachel's co-captain. Pretty, blond, nice… in many ways her competitive colleague. Ross used to mention to her that he found her pretty… nothing serious. Everyone did so it didn't matter. But now, it did.

"Sarah's hot," Joey began while the rest, except for Rachel who was concentrated on her coffee mug, just eyed him to shut up.

"Change topic?" Phoebe said, making things even more uncomfortable.

"Please," Monica added. Ross looked at Rachel, hoping to ease the tension. Rachel smiled at him,

"Hey, it's fine! Joey's right, she is hot." Deep inside, she wanted to die… she invented a date just to get back at him, but it looked like she was in deeper shit.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

'Think and answer fast,' she thought to herself. "Yes Ross, of course it's fine. In fact, we can go on a double date…" She just dug a never ending black hole of shit… 'Stupid.'

"Oh," not knowing why he felt a bit upset, "What about next week?" he asked, presuming she was dating someone.

"Sure!" she faked her enthusiasm.


"Sorry Mon, no action for you and Chan tonight. You have to help me find a date for next week."

"I thought you had a date tonight?" Monica asked, putting Rachel on speakerphone while painting her toenails.

"Well I don't so I'm stuck with the two of you. But if tomorrow, Ross asks-"

"You were on a date," she continued.

"Hey you know what," Monica added, "that just sounded like 'you were on a break.'"

"Monica I'm in a ditch right now, please don't remind me of anything."

"Honey, you're making your own problem. Why don't you just talk to Ross and tell him that you forgive him and that you wanna get back together?"

"Hold it! I'd appreciate it if you stopped putting words into my mouth."

"Rachel, tell me one wrong word I 'put into your mouth'?"

"I haven't totally forgiven him yet… and who said I wanted to get back together?"

"Your heart!"

"Ugh, Mon let's just concentrate on my problem here- I need a date!"

"Why did you suggest a double date anyway? Have you forgotten? We're talking about Sarah here…"

"I don't know… it just came over me. Sarah used to be my co-captain anyway. If it wasn't for that pyramid accident, she'd still be the one I'd confide in."

"Confide?"

"…with strategies and other dance moves. Anyway, can you please find me a date?"

"I don't understand why you're having problems looking for a date"

"Half of the men who want to go out with me just want sex… the rest are either too old or too gross, like my P.E. teacher who I'm sure would make a good impression," she replied with much sarcasm, "I need a decent guy."

"What about James Harris? He's breathtakingly cute, drives a nice car, a good kisser-"

"A good kisser?"

"Yes…" Monica confessed, "And he likes you."

The other line was quiet, Rachel was probably thinking about Monica's suggestion. "Rach, you there?"

"Okay despite whatever happened between the two of you, I'll consider him."

James Harris was it. She knew him since high school. He was Chip Matthews', her ex-boyfriend, friend. Monica and James went out a couple of times right after graduation. But it wasn't serious… both were just enamored with infatuation. Rachel didn't know about it, perhaps because she and Chip had a bad break-up then... she didn't want to have anything to do with him or his friends. Nonetheless, it didn't matter anymore. It was a silly part of the past.


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