AN: This is Rachel/Chandler, even if it isn't explicitly stated. Drabble, closer to 200 words than 100. Oh, and fans of TOW The Christmas Present, the next chapter should be up shortly.
For the record, Rachel hadn't meant for any of this to happen. But now that it had, she could barely recall the times where she felt anything less for him. The times when she could look at him and not notice the blue of his eyes; his quick, crooked, smile as he joked with her. When she could stop thinking that the graceful arch of his long fingers (one was missing the tip; how had he managed to leave that unexplained all the years they'd known him?) was fit for the Guggenheim. When she would be able to give him relationship advice without the now all-too familiar tightening sensation in her throat, and look at Ross without feeling a new wave of guilt hit, harder with each passing day.
And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part should be the best part; that the fluttering stage had passed long ago, and the doodling (complete with hearts and last name combos) shortly after. There was nothing childish left about her feelings, except the way she was handling them, and it scared her. Because, for the record, it had happened, and in the after-glow of Ross' engagement announcement, she would almost prefer to be jealous of Emily.
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