Hi everyone! I've decided to write a Christmasy story involving Ross and Rachel. It won't all take place on Christmas, but it will still serve the purpose. Let me know if I should continue this. I only have the first two chapters written. This is pretty much a total romance piece, with some drama to a certain extent. (If those darn writers would give us some more R/R interaction, I wouldn't have to do this! ;)) So please let me know what you think. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never have, never will. But I do own the drunk man at the bar! ;)
In the small town of Mercyville, Pennsylvania, snow descends softly on the silent streets below. Certain flakes, illuminated by the street lights, seem to sparkle more than others. There is a magical feeling in the air, on that can only occur once a year: Christmastime. Inside the quaint country houses, families celebrate the holiday that is Christmas Eve. Not a soul is outside. Not a soul except for a young woman of about twenty-five. Her honey-blond hair is half-hidden by a silken scarf, and her softer than silk cream colored leather jacket engulfed her.
When she steps out into the street lights, the expression on her face is captured perfectly. Her crystal clear blue eyes have a lack of sparkle, but give the impression that happiness was once shining in those eyes. Just light like a light bulb that once gave light, her eyes give the impression that they are all burnt out. She continues to walk, quicker now, as the wind picks up. Her eyes flicker towards the sky for a split second. Her brow furrows, and her eyes close tightly. If anyone were outside, they would be under the impression that she was making a wish. As her eyes were shut and head towards the sky, a big gust of wind picked up. The snow swirled in circles around her now, faster than it ever had before. In the sky, a single star shined brighter than them all. As the girl opened her eyes, the star seemed to wink at her. A second later, the moment was gone.
She hurried out of the light and headed into the only store open on Main Street. It was a coffee shop/ restaurant/ bed and breakfast. The small coffee shop section had about four tables with comfortable looking, worn looking chairs. A tired looking old man sat behind the counter, looking half asleep. The only other person in there was a man also looking half asleep at the bar with five bottles of beer surrounding him.
"Nice", she thought.
The young woman entered the multi-purpose shop. She was greeted by the soft sound of a tinkling bell, reminding her of happier Christmas times back home. She approached the man behind the counter.
"Hi, I'd like a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows please."
Her request was greeted with a grunt from the man who was clearly not pleased to have been awaken by this stranger. She went to sit down at one of the tables by the window. As she rested her head in her hands, she noticed something happening outside.
A young man with soft brown hair and an equally soft brown leather jacket came walking out across the street. As his features lit up underneath that same street light, the young woman at the table couldn't help but gasp. He was gorgeous. Even from a distance, she could tell that his eyes were a soft, yet brilliant, brown. As he also looked up towards the sky, he noticed the same winking star that she had. Just like her eyes, his seemed to lack that sparkle that once shined vividly.
She was taken aback by this haunting image until she realized that she too possessed this same noticeable lack of happiness. As he entered the coffee shop, the same bell tinkled. He went to the same counter and also ordered a hot chocolate- with marshmallows.
She was quite intrigued by this other person who was also spending Christmas Eve alone, and never took her eyes off him in the minutes in which he was ordering his hot chocolate. For a moment, he glanced over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the beautiful woman staring at him.
In that second that their eyes locked, both felt a spark of electricity shoot through the air. She abruptly turned her head towards the window. She could see his reflection.
"He's coming over here," she thought with a frantic panicking at the event that she had instigated. Her breathing became faster, her thoughts jumbled.
As he walked towards her, he couldn't help but wonder what on Earth he was doing. It had been so long...and it was so unlike him to just waltz up to any old woman. But yet, he continued on. In that moment that their eyes had met, the two strangers had experienced an almost unreal sensation; an incredible phenomenon. He, and she, had both felt a connection, and yet they hadn't even spoken to each other.
Yet it just felt right.
So, as he was only a foot from her table, he asked a complete stranger something he never dared to ask before.
"Can I sit down?"
She smiled, and for the first time in a very long while, her eyes held the slightest hint of the sparkle they once held.
"Sure"
He pulled up his chair across from her's and smiled.
"I'm Ross"
She looked out the window. The snow was falling slower now and it seemed like the whole world had drifted into a tranquil slumber. She could tell her night was going to get a lot more interesting.
"I'm Rachel."
Little did they know, after this day, their lives would never be the same again...
TBC??? Let me know if you guys like this. Please review! :) Any ideas, comments, criticism, complements are welcome. Heck, just come and leave your name so I know people are reading what I write! :) Thanks! Let me know if this is worth continuing.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never have, never will. But I do own the drunk man at the bar! ;)
In the small town of Mercyville, Pennsylvania, snow descends softly on the silent streets below. Certain flakes, illuminated by the street lights, seem to sparkle more than others. There is a magical feeling in the air, on that can only occur once a year: Christmastime. Inside the quaint country houses, families celebrate the holiday that is Christmas Eve. Not a soul is outside. Not a soul except for a young woman of about twenty-five. Her honey-blond hair is half-hidden by a silken scarf, and her softer than silk cream colored leather jacket engulfed her.
When she steps out into the street lights, the expression on her face is captured perfectly. Her crystal clear blue eyes have a lack of sparkle, but give the impression that happiness was once shining in those eyes. Just light like a light bulb that once gave light, her eyes give the impression that they are all burnt out. She continues to walk, quicker now, as the wind picks up. Her eyes flicker towards the sky for a split second. Her brow furrows, and her eyes close tightly. If anyone were outside, they would be under the impression that she was making a wish. As her eyes were shut and head towards the sky, a big gust of wind picked up. The snow swirled in circles around her now, faster than it ever had before. In the sky, a single star shined brighter than them all. As the girl opened her eyes, the star seemed to wink at her. A second later, the moment was gone.
She hurried out of the light and headed into the only store open on Main Street. It was a coffee shop/ restaurant/ bed and breakfast. The small coffee shop section had about four tables with comfortable looking, worn looking chairs. A tired looking old man sat behind the counter, looking half asleep. The only other person in there was a man also looking half asleep at the bar with five bottles of beer surrounding him.
"Nice", she thought.
The young woman entered the multi-purpose shop. She was greeted by the soft sound of a tinkling bell, reminding her of happier Christmas times back home. She approached the man behind the counter.
"Hi, I'd like a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows please."
Her request was greeted with a grunt from the man who was clearly not pleased to have been awaken by this stranger. She went to sit down at one of the tables by the window. As she rested her head in her hands, she noticed something happening outside.
A young man with soft brown hair and an equally soft brown leather jacket came walking out across the street. As his features lit up underneath that same street light, the young woman at the table couldn't help but gasp. He was gorgeous. Even from a distance, she could tell that his eyes were a soft, yet brilliant, brown. As he also looked up towards the sky, he noticed the same winking star that she had. Just like her eyes, his seemed to lack that sparkle that once shined vividly.
She was taken aback by this haunting image until she realized that she too possessed this same noticeable lack of happiness. As he entered the coffee shop, the same bell tinkled. He went to the same counter and also ordered a hot chocolate- with marshmallows.
She was quite intrigued by this other person who was also spending Christmas Eve alone, and never took her eyes off him in the minutes in which he was ordering his hot chocolate. For a moment, he glanced over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the beautiful woman staring at him.
In that second that their eyes locked, both felt a spark of electricity shoot through the air. She abruptly turned her head towards the window. She could see his reflection.
"He's coming over here," she thought with a frantic panicking at the event that she had instigated. Her breathing became faster, her thoughts jumbled.
As he walked towards her, he couldn't help but wonder what on Earth he was doing. It had been so long...and it was so unlike him to just waltz up to any old woman. But yet, he continued on. In that moment that their eyes had met, the two strangers had experienced an almost unreal sensation; an incredible phenomenon. He, and she, had both felt a connection, and yet they hadn't even spoken to each other.
Yet it just felt right.
So, as he was only a foot from her table, he asked a complete stranger something he never dared to ask before.
"Can I sit down?"
She smiled, and for the first time in a very long while, her eyes held the slightest hint of the sparkle they once held.
"Sure"
He pulled up his chair across from her's and smiled.
"I'm Ross"
She looked out the window. The snow was falling slower now and it seemed like the whole world had drifted into a tranquil slumber. She could tell her night was going to get a lot more interesting.
"I'm Rachel."
Little did they know, after this day, their lives would never be the same again...
TBC??? Let me know if you guys like this. Please review! :) Any ideas, comments, criticism, complements are welcome. Heck, just come and leave your name so I know people are reading what I write! :) Thanks! Let me know if this is worth continuing.