Okay I know I leave notes at the beginning and end of each chapter, so I'm sorry if they're annoying. Kelly please read my story and tell me your opinion on it… that would mean a lot! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I have a feeling I will write it pretty fast considering I've had it planned for a long time

((Phoebe's grandmother's taxi cab; the gang is on the way to the Beach House))

"Ohh, Ross. That tickles," Rachel exclaimed as he nibbling on her neck and ears.

"Really, who gave me a seat next to the lovebird's hotel?" Chandler argued, hunched over in the corner.

The group was on their way to the Beach house, with Phoebe driving, Monica directing in the passenger's seat (of course), with Joey and Chandler stuck next to the inseparable lobsters, which had been making-out for the duration of the car trip.

"Phoebe, NO NO! You were supposed to take I-95, not stay on I-70! What were you thinking?" Monica screamed from her seat.

Phoebe chuckled, "Monica, I've been blinking for the past half-hour, and I've just now made it to 95… I think I've got it covered."

Monica held her head in her hands for a second before looking up, "Really, Phoebe? Really? What are you talking about?"

"It's simple: The "I" blinks ninety five times, and then switches to the next number you tell me to take," Phoebe explained.

"Okay Pheebs, why don't you just look at the road signs from now on, does that sound good?" Monica asked.

Meanwhile in the backseat, Rachel had fallen asleep, her head resting on Ross's shoulder and her legs draped across his lap. Her head spun with all of her thoughts from the previous day, and she began to dream:

((dream- Ross's apartment))

"Rachel, I.. I cannot believe this. How did this… why did we… I just need to sit down," Ross yelled, falling into a nearby chair.

"Sweetie, I'm sooo sorry, I'm just as scared as you are, but I can't do anything about the situation we're in," Rachel explained, tears streaking her face.

Ross turned to look at her, "I don't care if you can't do anything, because you're going to find a way to do something about this, or we're through! Right now! And don't take me on any guilt trips or make me feel sorry for you because I don't!"

Rachel broke down in sobs, "Ross, I'm scared, petrified. I don't know what to do; I don't know what more you want from me! Please, just help me get through this; it's as much your fault as it is mine."

She ran over to hug him, but he stood and shoved her, "No, Rachel. This can't go on any longer. I never want to see your face again… just leave."

((end of dream))

Rachel's eyes shot open, panic blazing throughout them. She pushed herself away from him, landing on Joey's lap, her head collapsing onto Chandler's chest. The whole car went crazy: Chandler screamed; Joey took Rachel's gesture as an invitation to a free make-out session and began to reach for her lips; Ross awoke, barely able to speak because of the scene in front of him; Phoebe turned around to see what was going on, which caused her to swerve off the road, and Monica impulsively struggled to grab the steering wheel, leaning over Phoebe to get to it.

After minutes of craziness, everyone regained their composure, except for Ross, who was now worried instead of mad.

"Rachel, what's wrong with you! What just happened here?" he exclaimed, staring at Rachel.

She gulped before replying, "I, I must have had some kind of a dream. I'm so sorry for making this car ride into some…"

"DEATH TRIP!" Monica interrupted.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Ross said, pulling her into a loving hug.

And so they continued the long journey towards a new home at the beach…

((arriving at the beach house))

"Our first day here and it's raining already, this place sucks," Monica said.

Phoebe made an unappreciated look, which everyone answered with, "And thanks for letting us stay here!"

They walked inside and saw that the entire living room was covered in two feet of sand.

"Oh, and the owner did say that there was minor flooding…" Phoebe stated.

"Well, what are we supposed to do all day? We're at the beach, but we're stuck inside all day?" Monica complained.

"Oh oh! We could play Strip Poker!" Joey exclaimed.

Everyone groaned.

((cut to later))

Monica groaned once again, "Strip Happy Days game?"

"Come on, it's all they had... now let's do this!" Joey said.

After an hour or so of playing, a huge pile of clothes had formed on the floor, most of which were Joey's. That's when things started to get… interesting.

"Who's up for some margaritas!" Monica asked the group.

"Sounds good!" everyone nodded in agreement.

Rachel jumped up, alarmed, "No, no Monica! Let me make them… I have my own special twist."

Monica stared at her, "Ooookay."

The others continued the game while Rachel blended some margaritas. She carefully added in the alcohol, skipping her glass. Better safe than sorry,she told herself.

She brought the margaritas to the table, and served them. Everyone agreed they were quite tasty, and they continued the game. Later, Ross leaned over to take a sip of Rachel's margarita.

Just in time, she managed to stop him, "What, whaddya think you're doin' there, Ross?"

"Sorry, sweetie… mine's out."

Before she could stop him a second time, he took a sip of her margarita and barely managed to keep himself from spitting it across the table.

"What the hell, that tastes horrible! I don't think there's any alcohol in there at all!"

Everyone stopped and stared at Rachel.

"I, I'm trying to cut back…" she managed to get out.

"I didn't know alcohol was ever a problem for you, Rachel Green," Phoebe pondered. "Any more secrets you've been keeping from us?"

By this time Ross was also suspecting something was up, but he saw Rachel's face and decided to cover for her, "Yea, I was meaning to tell you guys that Rach… Rach hasn't been feeling well for a couple days, so she thought that alcohol might, might hurt her immune system."

Rachel sighed, Nice recovery, Ross.

"Sorry sweetie, we shouldn't have been drinking in front of you in the first place," Monica said.

Rachel replied, "That's okay, guys." ((long pause)) "Well, I better head upstairs anyway, I'm pretty exhausted."

"Yea, this has been a pretty crazy night for us all," Chandler commented.

So, everyone headed upstairs, Rachel leading the way, while Monica and Phoebe stayed behind to clean up the kitchen.

((minutes later, once everyone was gone))

"OH MY GOD!" Monica screamed.

"Shh, shh… I know," Phoebe whispered, quieting her friend. "I know what you know."

"That something is definitely up with Rachel?" Monica asked.

Phoebe nodded, "Definitely! Oh, there have just been so many things happening lately that seem, you know… ((whispers)) suspicious."

Monica agreed, "Yea, like remember when she was with us at Bloomingdale's and started blabbing on and on and on about how fast their relationship was moving, and how she was afraid Ross would be upset about something? Now that was weird…"

"And then on the way down here, in the cab, she was like all… on top of people. And having odd dreams…"

"And then tonight, when she didn't put any alcohol in her drink… I mean, I couldn't even tell she was sick. Besides, why wouldn't she tell us that she wasn't feeling well? It's not a big deal," Monica said.

Phoebe sighed, "Well, what exactly do you think is going on?"

"I might have an idea, but I'm not sure. I mean, we can't just jump to any conclusions."

Phoebe, "Are you sure?"

"All I'm saying is, keep your eyes and ears open, but don't tell anything to Rachel."

"Gotcha," Phoebe winked, and the two parted.

((Ross and Rachel's room))

Rachel tried to keep her attention focused on her latest Vogue magazine, while Ross was busy grading some papers he had brought from home, but her mind kept drifting to the box buried deep in the bottom of her purse. She had had it for almost two days, but there was never the right time.

She turned over to see Ross's eyes drooping, though he still continued to grade.

"You getting tired, sweetheart?" she asked him, rubbing his shoulders affectionately.

He yawned, "I guess so. You feeling sleepy yet?"

She pretended to rub her eyes, "Yea, I guess I'm ready to drift off."

Ross leaned over and pecked her multiple times on the cheek, then on the lips, and switched the lamp off. He laid his head on the pillow, and soon felt Rachel's body wriggling towards his, as she got comfortable on his chest. Soon, he had drifted off to sleep.

Slowly, she scooted out of the bed, careful not to wake him, then dug into her purse and grabbed something from the box. Now was her only chance, she better hurry.

((same time, Phoebe and Monica's room))

Was it just her imagination or had someone's door just opened? Phoebe glanced over at the clock at her right, which read 1:34 am. She was feeling hungry anyway, so why not head downstairs for a snack and check out the scene?

((downstairs bathroom- located off of kitchen))

Rachel sat on the floor, holding the test in her hands. She could not be pregnant. No, just like in her dream, everything would turn upside down. Besides, was she really ready to take care of a child? No. She wasn't even close.

She fiddled with the test for a few more seconds, but she just couldn't take it any longer. She tried to force herself not to look, and it was useless. The stick was already turning blue. With tears welling in her eyes, she stuffed the test as far down in the trashcan as it would go. All the while she cried and cried.

((same time as before))

Phoebe waited in the kitchen patiently. She could see the light barely making it under the crack from the door, and immediately knew someone was in the bathroom. Who it was, she wasn't quite sure. But soon, she would know.

Suddenly, she heard a muffled sob, and then rummaging through papers and other various items. She moved closer to the door and could tell that it was a woman crying. Monica was in the room when I left, so it must be Rachel.

The door handle started to turn, and she ran behind the island. She quieted her breathing, and watched as Rachel's shaky figure moved across the kitchen and up the stairwell. Then, she snuck towards the bathroom and made her way to the trashcan. After digging for a few minutes, she found something that struck her as interesting. It appeared to be a pregnancy test, and the line was blue. It took her a second to put two and two together, then she realized that Monica was indeed correct. Something was up, and she knew what it was: Rachel was pregnant.

Hope you enjoyed, this was my longest chapter by far, but I will continue as fast as I can. Please review