What About Ross and Rachel?
Knock knock knock
"Come in!" Ross yelled from the living room. He was playing with a stuffed dinosaur that he had bought…"For Emma."
Rachel walked in with a worried look on her face.
Ross could tell something was wrong. "What the matter Rach?"
She sighed, Ross, how can you be so unconcerned about this? I mean, hello, what are we going to do?"
"You mean Joey and I and our new obsession on clap-clap games? Rachel, if it really bothers you that much, we can get through that. I promise."
Rachel put her hands together and stared at Ross like he was one of those puzzles hanging on the wall at restaurants trying to entertain you while you wait for you table. The one you look at for a minute until the picture pops out at you.
"Ross, you and I have been back together now for over a month."
"Yeah, what are you saying?" Ross questioned.
"Where are you planning on moving? What are you going to do? And how would we be able to possibly stay together?" Rachel was talking really quickly.
Ross turned towards Rachel. "Well, Monica and I are moving back with out parents until we find another place. I think you should come too. I don't think Monica would mind sharing her old room with you. She had a really big bed when she was growing up there. She needed it."
Rachel couldn't help but to let out a little bit of a chuckle. "Staying cooped up in a little room with Monica doesn't sound like it would float my boat. Cough cough control freak cough cough Come on Ross. Lets go on a walk or something."
Ross opened the front door and Monica fell into the room from leaning up against the closed door and listening in on their conversation.
Ross whined to his sister, "Mon, do you always have to be so nosey all the time? I'm going to have to live in close quarters with you… again."
"No." She quickly replied. "That's not going to happen. Apparently, dad doesn't want his little girl coming back home. He turned my room into a freakin office! And he sold my big bed!"
"What?" Ross squeaked. "Well I guess the whole Rachel idea is out of the question then. I mean, they can't accept her and not you.
1 week later
Rachel was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone when Ross came into the kitchen to get something to drink.
"Great, great." –Pause- "No, that's excellent, that'll work out just fine." –Pause- "Uh-huh. Yes. Thanks so much Jill, this really mean a lot to me. Okay. Bye" And she hung up the phone.
"May I ask who that was?" Asked Ross as he put his drink down on the coffee table. He made sure to use a coaster.
"That was my cousin Jill, who totally just offered me to come stay with her on Rhode Island for awhile."
"Oh, so she just happened to randomly offer you?"
"Well, I might've hinted a little bit," Rachel replied. "Besides, we were practically best friends growing up. "
There was a brief moment of awkward silence.
"When do you leave?"