And I Feel Home
by Tina
Yesss, this is not a short fic :) Full fic and I think it's gonna be pretty long. Well, it needs a lop of development, so I should think it'll be long! Here's all you need to know for now (though the story itself will tell you these things. But I just wanna place you before so you won't get confused, at first): it's kind of AU, but not too much. Takes place in college, right after the second Thanksgiving Chandler joins the Geller family.
So this is what's going on: Ross and Chandler are roommates in college, Ross is dating Carol, Rachel's dating Pete Carney. Monica's thin, Rachel's nose is smaller and Ross doesn't wear that bad afro and mustage anymore. They just see each other ocasionally, since they all go to different colleges (except for Ross and Chandler, duh). Ross still kinda likes Rachel, but has sort of accepted the fact it's "never" gonna happen. Rachel never thinks about Ross.
So, yeah, basicly the AU part will just happen as the fic moves along! I'm still not sure what I'm gonna do about Phoebe and Joey. Anyway, hope you like it and... reviews are ALWAYS welcome!
P.S. Big thanks to Vero!! Wothout you, this fic wouldn't have come out any time soon, girl :)
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Rachel glanced at her Gucci wirst watch and sighed. She was late. She'd have to come up with a really good excuse, she had a feeling her boyfriend's parents just wouldn't be too amuzed with the fact she showed up 20 minutes late to their dinner party because she was watching "Dirty Darcing" for the millionth time and lost track of time.
With great difficulty, Rachel found a place to park her convertible Mercedes.
'Great, another 5 minutes lost...'
Cursing softly under her breath, she reached the porch in a quick pace and didn't waste any more time before ringing the bell. Even that sound seemed to give away the kind of people she soon would be in the presence of. Within mere seconds, a middle aged man in a black suit opened the door.
"Good evening, Ms. Green"
"Hi, James. Is everybody eating, already?"
There was a tiny trace of hope in her voice, but she well knew the Carney's dinned everynight at the same ponctual time. Why would that night be any different?
"Yes, Miss. May I please take your coat?"
Rachel gave him her coat and purse, all the while thinking how weird it was the fact she never seemed to get any intimacy with James. She'd been a frequent guest to that house for quite a while now, yet everybody still mantained this certain posture that seemed to push her away. Or basicly just make her stand still.
Not one step farther. Nor one step closer.
"Would you follow me into the dining room?"
"Sure..."
Rachel noticed as Katherine, Pete's mother, looked up from her plate right at her and then at the clock that stood on the large dining room wall. Dissatisfaction was clear. Trying hard no to care, Rachel looked for Pete's eyes and found him smiling at her.
"Goodnight, everyone. Sorry I'm late. I- I got held up in traffic"
"That's fine. Come on, sit here"
Pete took her hand and made her sit down on next to him. He leaned closer and kissed her lips softly. Through sacret silence, the sound of their simple kiss echoed and Rachel felt her cheeks burning as she blushed.
'C'mon, Rach, pull yourself together! You're twenty years old already!' she thought to herself.
"Uncle Charlie, you haven't met Rachel yet, have you?"
A tall guy with gray hair politely smiled at her.
"I'm afraid not"
"Her father's a heart surgeon at St. Paul's"
Rachel looked at Katherine and then back at Pete, expecting him to add something to that. She couldn't possibly be fully describled by that simple statement, could she?
"St. Paul, that's a good hospital. Your dad must make good money"
"Yes, they live at Royal Park" Pete's father added, picking his lobster. "Katherine, this thing's a big dry!"
"Leticia!!" she called out to the cook in a bossy tone.
Rachel felt like sticking her head inside a hole, yet the converstion went on, as if nothing was happening.
"Nice. And how did you meet?"
"Rachel takes Psychology at ULI with Pete"
"Actually, hm, I've just changed my major"
Katherine, who had just dismissed a very flustered maid, put her drink down and looked at Rachel. That stare she wore made Rachel shiver.
"Why would you do that, my dear?"
Rachel had claimed to herself the answer to that question was merely the fact there was never a parking space near the Psychology builting. That was, in fact, an important factor. However, she well knew inside that there should be more to life than induring endless classes and torturing hours around people she didn't like.
Looking hard at her boyfriend's mother, she deeply thought about that.
'There must be more to life than just this.'
"Well, it-it just wasn't working. But uh, I've chosen Business Management now and that's working out fine"
Lie.
"That sounds nice"
Nevertheless, Rachel read carelessness in their eyes.
A couple of hours later, they were having drinks at the livingroom. Katherine had offered everyone a nice cup of coffee with delicate French cookies and Swiss chocolate, but Rachel and Pete sticked to alcohol. They were standing by the bar, making their drinks while the rest of them sat around and chatted.
Rachel kept looking at them, she couldn't help it.
How could Pete have grown up in such family? Must've been lonely, he must've needed a lot a love. For a moment, she quite understood why he cried everytime they made love.
Katherine let out a laugh. It made Rachel want to kill herself. So fake, snotty, 'I'm just laughing because I need to be polite to you. That's what makes me a real lady'.
Rachel looked back at Pete and sighed. He was finishing pouring licor at short glasses.
"Here"
"Thanks"
"Dad brought this from German. It should be very good, they-"
Rachel rapidly tilted the glass entirely, dropping all its content into her mouth and in through one quick motion. Pete was eyeing her when she came back and suddenly she just really hoped Katherine had not seen her move.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry"
Pete chuckled.
"Right. Hey, maybe we could get together some time this week? My exams are ending this wendsday, maybe we could, hm, celebrate?"
So subtle...!
Rachel sighed.
"Sure. Now, hm, I really have to go"
"Okay, I'll walk you out"
Pete immitated her quick move, this time being caught by the corner of his mother's eyes.
"Pete Carney, for heaven's sake! Where are the manners I taught you?"
After a brief - rather too brief! - goodbye, Rachel and Pete were walking up to her car in the cold night.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, listen, remember my cousin Mary Ann?"
Not great memories...
"Yeah"
"She's throwing a baby shower next week and she told you to come"
"What?"
"Yeah, she's pregnant, remember? Or did you not notice the size of her belly on her wedding?"
Whatever, the whole evening was a blur in Rachel's mind. There was a lot of wine needed to go through that night with reasonable amount of sanity.
"Oh, hm, o-okay. Tell me the details later, now I really have to go."
Rachel got her car keys out of her purse and disabled the alarm.
"Well, goodnight"
Pete pulled her closer quickly and envolved her into a passionate kiss. She moved her hands to his chest and had an urge to pull him away, but resisted the temptation. After a few secons, he pulled away.
"Goodnight" she replied.
She drove away the fastest she could.
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The whole house laid in silence when Rachel arrived. It was almost scary, the high ceiling and full curtains seemed to hide demons and dark thoughts invaded her mind. A retreat was soon founded in the kitchen, where a 55 years old large woman sat watching t.v.. Rachel smiled at her.
"Hey Rosa"
"Good night, Rachel, dear. Can I get you anything?"
The woman carried a heavy latin american accent. Rosa had been working for them since Rachel could remember.
"No, no, don't worry. I just want a glass of water" she opened the cabinet and reached for a glass. "I just had dinner at Pete's"
"Trading me for that cook of theirs, aren't you?"
"Don't be silly, Rosa...!" Rachel smiled at her.
"Did you have fun?"
The sincerity and tenderness in Rosa's voice always made Rachel's day.
"It was alright...! His parents are too, hm, stuck up, you know?"
"I know, I've worked for people like that before. Give them time though, you might get used to it"
"But, see, this is the thing, I don't want to get used to this! I don't want to think this is right and all that crap they think. I just..."
"I know."
Rosa's eyes beamed with pride Rachel fully recognised.
"Well, speaking of parents, where are mine?"
"Upstairs, they just came back from that dinner. And I must warn you, things did not sound too good"
Rachel frowned.
"They were fighting again?"
"Yes..."
Rachel sighed.
"What about Jill and Amy?"
"Amy's on a date, Jill's sleeping at Gaby's"
"Well, I guess that's better, then"
But that same moment, Leonard and Sandra Green made themselves be heard. Hostile words were spoken with such power that Rachel's eyes instantly filled up with tears. Rosa looked at her and stroked her hand. Rachel hugged her tight.
After a few seconds, Rachel pulled away and brushed tears from her face.
"I gotta get out of here. I'll be at Monica's, okay? I'll sleep over"
"Okay, I'll tell them."
"Thanks"
Rachel slammed the door after herself.
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The engine was off, but for some reason Rachel couldn't bring herself to leave the car just yet. It had been a while since she last spoke to Monica, they were always so busy with their new lives. But after all... she was still her best friend. Monica was the only person Rachel had to turn to that moment. And, more than all, she wanted Monica to be the one to listen to her, to lend her a shoulder for her to cry on.
She knew Monica would never deny that to her.
After one last look at the mirror - yeah, eyes still puffy - Rachel sighed and left the car. Timidly, she approached the door and prayed Monica would be the one to open it.
Ding-Dong.
Sure enough, there was Monica, breathless, wearing sweater pants and a prompt smile. When she noticed the sad look on Rachel's face, however, it turned into a frown.
"Hey, Rach. What happened?"
Rachel hugged her.
"Can I crash in tonight?"
"Always. Come on in"
They broke the hug and went inside. While Monica closed the door, Rachel looked around. The house seemed to be empty.
"Where's everybody?"
"Mom and Dad took Ross and Carol out to dinner. They're visiting for the weekend"
"Oh... Why didn't you join them?"
Monica blushed and looked rather embarassed.
"They were showing 'Dirty Dancing' on t.v..."
Rachel smiled, giddy.
"I know!! I watched that too!"
Monica giggled, happy her best friend not only understood but also shared that with her.
"So, do you wanna tell me what happened?"
Rachel tilted her head.
"It's no big deal, actually, I just had to get out of my house, my parents were fighting...!"
Monica squinted.
"Again?"
"Yeah... So, what are you doing?"
"Just watching some t.v.. We can do something else if you-"
"No, no. T.v.'s fine"
Monica smiled at her and they entered the t.v. room.
"So... Saturday night. Did you and Pete do anything? You're still together, right?"
"Yeah, we're- we're together. Just had dinner with his parents"
"Wow, seven months it's been, huh? They must treat you like their own daughter by now, I bet"
In their case, that was not really a good thing...
"Yeah, I guess. So, what about you?"
Monica sighed, sitting in a shy kind of way. Rachel often caught Monica acting as if she still had a lot of weight to carry, the way she moved and stood still much like her old self. It was endearing, actually. Gave her a little taste of the past.
"Well, other than Patrick Swayze I can't say much about boys...!"
Rachel chuckled, brushing away her last tear.
"Guys don't know what they're missing!"
Monica smiled at Rachel.
"...but the chicken was lovely!"
"That was not a chicken, Judy!"
"Oh, Jack, would you please just-"
"Monica! We're home!"
"In the t.v. room!"
Monica's parents Jack and Judy Geller entered with their older son Ross and a blonde girl Rachel assumed to be his girlfriend, Carol.
"Oh, Rachel, dear, how are you?"
"Good, I'm good" she smiled brightly with admiration at Judy Geller.
"Have you been crying?"
"Jack!"
"What? I'm just asking!"
Rachel chuckled.
"Monica just told me a joke, I couldn't stop laughing, that's all! Plus, we've jus watched this realy sad movie!"
"Of course you have!"
Judy stroked her hair.
"Is it okay for Rachel to sleep over tonight, mom?" Monica asked.
"There's no need to ask, Monica! Of course you can, Rachel"
"Thank you"
"Carol, is that okay? You can sleep in the guestroom if you want, Rachel snores!"
"I don't snore!"
"Oh, please, you so do!"
"You're the one to talk!"
"Sorry, Monica, but you do snore a little..."
Monica looked back at Carol with disbelief.
"Now you two are gonna gang up on me?"
Rachel smiled so brightly. That was the sort of family she wanted.
Ross chuckled and wrapped an arm around Carol's waist.
"Way to go, sweetie."
Rachel watched as Judy turned her glance to her son and his girlfriend and smiled. It was no secret Ross was the dearest one in the family and it seemed like his girlfriend too was becoming a huge center of atentions in the house.
"Would you just look at those two sweet love birds...!"
"Oh, mom..."
Ross blushed.
"Carol, dear, I'm going shopping at the city tomorrow, if you feel like coming with me..."
Carol smiled.
"I would like that!"
Judy leaned closer and hugged Carol tenderly.
Rachel watched and sighed.
'That's what I want!'
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End of first chapter, yeah :) Guess you can see where this is leading up to, huh? Hmmm, we'll see! ;) Reviews, please? Make my day? ;)
by Tina
Yesss, this is not a short fic :) Full fic and I think it's gonna be pretty long. Well, it needs a lop of development, so I should think it'll be long! Here's all you need to know for now (though the story itself will tell you these things. But I just wanna place you before so you won't get confused, at first): it's kind of AU, but not too much. Takes place in college, right after the second Thanksgiving Chandler joins the Geller family.
So this is what's going on: Ross and Chandler are roommates in college, Ross is dating Carol, Rachel's dating Pete Carney. Monica's thin, Rachel's nose is smaller and Ross doesn't wear that bad afro and mustage anymore. They just see each other ocasionally, since they all go to different colleges (except for Ross and Chandler, duh). Ross still kinda likes Rachel, but has sort of accepted the fact it's "never" gonna happen. Rachel never thinks about Ross.
So, yeah, basicly the AU part will just happen as the fic moves along! I'm still not sure what I'm gonna do about Phoebe and Joey. Anyway, hope you like it and... reviews are ALWAYS welcome!
P.S. Big thanks to Vero!! Wothout you, this fic wouldn't have come out any time soon, girl :)
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Rachel glanced at her Gucci wirst watch and sighed. She was late. She'd have to come up with a really good excuse, she had a feeling her boyfriend's parents just wouldn't be too amuzed with the fact she showed up 20 minutes late to their dinner party because she was watching "Dirty Darcing" for the millionth time and lost track of time.
With great difficulty, Rachel found a place to park her convertible Mercedes.
'Great, another 5 minutes lost...'
Cursing softly under her breath, she reached the porch in a quick pace and didn't waste any more time before ringing the bell. Even that sound seemed to give away the kind of people she soon would be in the presence of. Within mere seconds, a middle aged man in a black suit opened the door.
"Good evening, Ms. Green"
"Hi, James. Is everybody eating, already?"
There was a tiny trace of hope in her voice, but she well knew the Carney's dinned everynight at the same ponctual time. Why would that night be any different?
"Yes, Miss. May I please take your coat?"
Rachel gave him her coat and purse, all the while thinking how weird it was the fact she never seemed to get any intimacy with James. She'd been a frequent guest to that house for quite a while now, yet everybody still mantained this certain posture that seemed to push her away. Or basicly just make her stand still.
Not one step farther. Nor one step closer.
"Would you follow me into the dining room?"
"Sure..."
Rachel noticed as Katherine, Pete's mother, looked up from her plate right at her and then at the clock that stood on the large dining room wall. Dissatisfaction was clear. Trying hard no to care, Rachel looked for Pete's eyes and found him smiling at her.
"Goodnight, everyone. Sorry I'm late. I- I got held up in traffic"
"That's fine. Come on, sit here"
Pete took her hand and made her sit down on next to him. He leaned closer and kissed her lips softly. Through sacret silence, the sound of their simple kiss echoed and Rachel felt her cheeks burning as she blushed.
'C'mon, Rach, pull yourself together! You're twenty years old already!' she thought to herself.
"Uncle Charlie, you haven't met Rachel yet, have you?"
A tall guy with gray hair politely smiled at her.
"I'm afraid not"
"Her father's a heart surgeon at St. Paul's"
Rachel looked at Katherine and then back at Pete, expecting him to add something to that. She couldn't possibly be fully describled by that simple statement, could she?
"St. Paul, that's a good hospital. Your dad must make good money"
"Yes, they live at Royal Park" Pete's father added, picking his lobster. "Katherine, this thing's a big dry!"
"Leticia!!" she called out to the cook in a bossy tone.
Rachel felt like sticking her head inside a hole, yet the converstion went on, as if nothing was happening.
"Nice. And how did you meet?"
"Rachel takes Psychology at ULI with Pete"
"Actually, hm, I've just changed my major"
Katherine, who had just dismissed a very flustered maid, put her drink down and looked at Rachel. That stare she wore made Rachel shiver.
"Why would you do that, my dear?"
Rachel had claimed to herself the answer to that question was merely the fact there was never a parking space near the Psychology builting. That was, in fact, an important factor. However, she well knew inside that there should be more to life than induring endless classes and torturing hours around people she didn't like.
Looking hard at her boyfriend's mother, she deeply thought about that.
'There must be more to life than just this.'
"Well, it-it just wasn't working. But uh, I've chosen Business Management now and that's working out fine"
Lie.
"That sounds nice"
Nevertheless, Rachel read carelessness in their eyes.
A couple of hours later, they were having drinks at the livingroom. Katherine had offered everyone a nice cup of coffee with delicate French cookies and Swiss chocolate, but Rachel and Pete sticked to alcohol. They were standing by the bar, making their drinks while the rest of them sat around and chatted.
Rachel kept looking at them, she couldn't help it.
How could Pete have grown up in such family? Must've been lonely, he must've needed a lot a love. For a moment, she quite understood why he cried everytime they made love.
Katherine let out a laugh. It made Rachel want to kill herself. So fake, snotty, 'I'm just laughing because I need to be polite to you. That's what makes me a real lady'.
Rachel looked back at Pete and sighed. He was finishing pouring licor at short glasses.
"Here"
"Thanks"
"Dad brought this from German. It should be very good, they-"
Rachel rapidly tilted the glass entirely, dropping all its content into her mouth and in through one quick motion. Pete was eyeing her when she came back and suddenly she just really hoped Katherine had not seen her move.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry"
Pete chuckled.
"Right. Hey, maybe we could get together some time this week? My exams are ending this wendsday, maybe we could, hm, celebrate?"
So subtle...!
Rachel sighed.
"Sure. Now, hm, I really have to go"
"Okay, I'll walk you out"
Pete immitated her quick move, this time being caught by the corner of his mother's eyes.
"Pete Carney, for heaven's sake! Where are the manners I taught you?"
After a brief - rather too brief! - goodbye, Rachel and Pete were walking up to her car in the cold night.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, listen, remember my cousin Mary Ann?"
Not great memories...
"Yeah"
"She's throwing a baby shower next week and she told you to come"
"What?"
"Yeah, she's pregnant, remember? Or did you not notice the size of her belly on her wedding?"
Whatever, the whole evening was a blur in Rachel's mind. There was a lot of wine needed to go through that night with reasonable amount of sanity.
"Oh, hm, o-okay. Tell me the details later, now I really have to go."
Rachel got her car keys out of her purse and disabled the alarm.
"Well, goodnight"
Pete pulled her closer quickly and envolved her into a passionate kiss. She moved her hands to his chest and had an urge to pull him away, but resisted the temptation. After a few secons, he pulled away.
"Goodnight" she replied.
She drove away the fastest she could.
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The whole house laid in silence when Rachel arrived. It was almost scary, the high ceiling and full curtains seemed to hide demons and dark thoughts invaded her mind. A retreat was soon founded in the kitchen, where a 55 years old large woman sat watching t.v.. Rachel smiled at her.
"Hey Rosa"
"Good night, Rachel, dear. Can I get you anything?"
The woman carried a heavy latin american accent. Rosa had been working for them since Rachel could remember.
"No, no, don't worry. I just want a glass of water" she opened the cabinet and reached for a glass. "I just had dinner at Pete's"
"Trading me for that cook of theirs, aren't you?"
"Don't be silly, Rosa...!" Rachel smiled at her.
"Did you have fun?"
The sincerity and tenderness in Rosa's voice always made Rachel's day.
"It was alright...! His parents are too, hm, stuck up, you know?"
"I know, I've worked for people like that before. Give them time though, you might get used to it"
"But, see, this is the thing, I don't want to get used to this! I don't want to think this is right and all that crap they think. I just..."
"I know."
Rosa's eyes beamed with pride Rachel fully recognised.
"Well, speaking of parents, where are mine?"
"Upstairs, they just came back from that dinner. And I must warn you, things did not sound too good"
Rachel frowned.
"They were fighting again?"
"Yes..."
Rachel sighed.
"What about Jill and Amy?"
"Amy's on a date, Jill's sleeping at Gaby's"
"Well, I guess that's better, then"
But that same moment, Leonard and Sandra Green made themselves be heard. Hostile words were spoken with such power that Rachel's eyes instantly filled up with tears. Rosa looked at her and stroked her hand. Rachel hugged her tight.
After a few seconds, Rachel pulled away and brushed tears from her face.
"I gotta get out of here. I'll be at Monica's, okay? I'll sleep over"
"Okay, I'll tell them."
"Thanks"
Rachel slammed the door after herself.
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The engine was off, but for some reason Rachel couldn't bring herself to leave the car just yet. It had been a while since she last spoke to Monica, they were always so busy with their new lives. But after all... she was still her best friend. Monica was the only person Rachel had to turn to that moment. And, more than all, she wanted Monica to be the one to listen to her, to lend her a shoulder for her to cry on.
She knew Monica would never deny that to her.
After one last look at the mirror - yeah, eyes still puffy - Rachel sighed and left the car. Timidly, she approached the door and prayed Monica would be the one to open it.
Ding-Dong.
Sure enough, there was Monica, breathless, wearing sweater pants and a prompt smile. When she noticed the sad look on Rachel's face, however, it turned into a frown.
"Hey, Rach. What happened?"
Rachel hugged her.
"Can I crash in tonight?"
"Always. Come on in"
They broke the hug and went inside. While Monica closed the door, Rachel looked around. The house seemed to be empty.
"Where's everybody?"
"Mom and Dad took Ross and Carol out to dinner. They're visiting for the weekend"
"Oh... Why didn't you join them?"
Monica blushed and looked rather embarassed.
"They were showing 'Dirty Dancing' on t.v..."
Rachel smiled, giddy.
"I know!! I watched that too!"
Monica giggled, happy her best friend not only understood but also shared that with her.
"So, do you wanna tell me what happened?"
Rachel tilted her head.
"It's no big deal, actually, I just had to get out of my house, my parents were fighting...!"
Monica squinted.
"Again?"
"Yeah... So, what are you doing?"
"Just watching some t.v.. We can do something else if you-"
"No, no. T.v.'s fine"
Monica smiled at her and they entered the t.v. room.
"So... Saturday night. Did you and Pete do anything? You're still together, right?"
"Yeah, we're- we're together. Just had dinner with his parents"
"Wow, seven months it's been, huh? They must treat you like their own daughter by now, I bet"
In their case, that was not really a good thing...
"Yeah, I guess. So, what about you?"
Monica sighed, sitting in a shy kind of way. Rachel often caught Monica acting as if she still had a lot of weight to carry, the way she moved and stood still much like her old self. It was endearing, actually. Gave her a little taste of the past.
"Well, other than Patrick Swayze I can't say much about boys...!"
Rachel chuckled, brushing away her last tear.
"Guys don't know what they're missing!"
Monica smiled at Rachel.
"...but the chicken was lovely!"
"That was not a chicken, Judy!"
"Oh, Jack, would you please just-"
"Monica! We're home!"
"In the t.v. room!"
Monica's parents Jack and Judy Geller entered with their older son Ross and a blonde girl Rachel assumed to be his girlfriend, Carol.
"Oh, Rachel, dear, how are you?"
"Good, I'm good" she smiled brightly with admiration at Judy Geller.
"Have you been crying?"
"Jack!"
"What? I'm just asking!"
Rachel chuckled.
"Monica just told me a joke, I couldn't stop laughing, that's all! Plus, we've jus watched this realy sad movie!"
"Of course you have!"
Judy stroked her hair.
"Is it okay for Rachel to sleep over tonight, mom?" Monica asked.
"There's no need to ask, Monica! Of course you can, Rachel"
"Thank you"
"Carol, is that okay? You can sleep in the guestroom if you want, Rachel snores!"
"I don't snore!"
"Oh, please, you so do!"
"You're the one to talk!"
"Sorry, Monica, but you do snore a little..."
Monica looked back at Carol with disbelief.
"Now you two are gonna gang up on me?"
Rachel smiled so brightly. That was the sort of family she wanted.
Ross chuckled and wrapped an arm around Carol's waist.
"Way to go, sweetie."
Rachel watched as Judy turned her glance to her son and his girlfriend and smiled. It was no secret Ross was the dearest one in the family and it seemed like his girlfriend too was becoming a huge center of atentions in the house.
"Would you just look at those two sweet love birds...!"
"Oh, mom..."
Ross blushed.
"Carol, dear, I'm going shopping at the city tomorrow, if you feel like coming with me..."
Carol smiled.
"I would like that!"
Judy leaned closer and hugged Carol tenderly.
Rachel watched and sighed.
'That's what I want!'
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End of first chapter, yeah :) Guess you can see where this is leading up to, huh? Hmmm, we'll see! ;) Reviews, please? Make my day? ;)