Julie

Julie was heartbroken. She just didn't understand how something that was going so well could end so horribly. Ross was in love with Rachel?! Where the hell did that come from? She grabbed another tissue to blow her nose with. That rotten son of a bitch! She picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Monica's voice said. Julie hung up. She was hoping to get Rachel. She wanted to yell at the bitch for a while for stealing her boyfriend. Julie loved Ross. She cried harder. Then she got an idea. She would visit little miss so and so at work! She set off for the cafe feeling bold and angry. When she got there, Rachel wasn't working. Julie felt herself wilt and lose all her anger.

"Muffin?" Terry the manager asked, holding one out for her.

"Thanks," she said, taking it. It was as if he knew.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I saw them kissing last night. That was so rude of him to do that to you."

"They kissed?!" Julie exploded. Oh my God! This made it so much more worse!

"Um...no," Terry shook his head, getting nervous.

"You just said...Oohh nevermind," Julie huffed. She spun on her heel and took off. She now hated Ross. When she got back home, she picked up the phone again to call and hesitated. What good what it really do to scream and yell at Rachel? It would only make her look crazy, and she didn't need that again. She set the phone down and stared at the wall blankly. She had to pull herself together and work through this. She was strong. She could do it. Then Julie had a better idea. She went back to the cat place and got herself a little kitten. As she cuddled it on the way home, she couldn't help but smile. This little creature was going to be her support for a long time. Things just might look up again. Maybe.

Fun Bobby

Why he even considered getting back with Monica he will never know. She was cute and funny, but man, she had a drinking problem! The nerve of her to point out that he had one when she was just as bad! He was at the bar, pondering what to do. He had just broken up with her, and he had this feeling he needed a drink. He looked at the glass in front of him and picked it up. Then he set it down. He didn't need this. He needed to stay sober. Even though Monica drank a lot, she had been right about him. He relied on alcohol too much. He was going to get his life together and find a woman who would treat him right and love him for who he was. It was time to let Monica go.

Russ

All thoughts of Rachel fell out of his head when he saw the woman holding the box in front of him. The world stopped, and he couldn't hear or see anyone but her.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," he said back. She set down the box and went over to him.

"I'm Julie."

"I'm Russ."

"Hi," she said again, blushing.

"This might be awfully forward, but would you like to get a coffee?" Russ asked. "Not here."

"Sure!" she replied eagerly. They headed out the door, oblivious to the looks on all the friends' faces. Russ couldn't believe his luck. This Julie seemed wonderful. He had this feeling in his heart that he was going to marry this girl. He couldn't explain it. He just hoped that she felt the same way about him.

Rob

He had loved her music. The kids had loved her music. She had been such a great kisser. They went on a couple of dates, but it just didn't grow from there. Rob didn't know what it was. Maybe it was because Phoebe was a bit too eccentric for him. It could also be because she had written a rather unflattering song about him. He knew she probably meant it to be a compliment, but referring to the size of his hands was a little embarrassing. It didn't always work like that, and Rob didn't want her to see it after that. She would be disappointed. He had let her down easy, explaining that he just didn't feel the spark. She had taken it rather well. Too well, really. It seemed she was too preoccupied with her friends fighting over who was going to sleep with Jean Claude Van Damme. He walked away from the Perk with his hands in his pockets. Perhaps if things had been different, but you could do that forever. It wasn't meant to be. Rob decided to just leave it at that.

Susie

"Turn around. Let me see it from behind," she said, backing away. She quickly scooped all of Chandler's clothes and got ready to bolt.

"Well?" he asked.

"Someone's been doing their buns of steel video," she commented. She had to try very hard not to laugh.

"Do you want me to, uh, clench anything? Susie?"

"This is for fourth grade!" she cried when he saw her.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?! I mean, underpants! You lifted my skirt in fourth grade, and I was Susie Underpants until I was 18."

"But...that was fourth grade. How could you still be upset by that?" he asked.

"Call me in 20 years and let me know if you are still upset about this," she said, leaving with his clothes. She hurried out of the restaurant without being seen by the others. She started laughing hysterically once she was outside. She had his clothes. He was left in her underpants in a public restaurant. She just wished she could stay and watch! Oh, revenge felt so, so good.

"Hi, Mom?" she said into her phone. "Yea. I got him!"

"You what, dear?"

"I got Chandler Bing back. For the underpants thing."

"Oh. What happened with that again?"

"Oh my God, are you kidding? He got me named...you know what? Never mind. I feel great. I don't need reassurance for that," Susie said, hanging up. She stood in the street holding his clothes. What was she gonna do with them? Burn them. That sounded great. She took off in the direction of her hotel room. She'd take them home and burn them. That would be the grand finale. Maybe she'd mail him the charred pieces. But, she didn't know his address. She paused. Then she shook her head. No matter. He didn't need to know. There was a skip in her step now. Chandler Bing was gonna reveal his thing...in a pretty little thong. She hoped someone would get a picture of it.

Ryan

The chicken pox had been worth it. He got to spend the entire week with Phoebe, and even though they wanted to scratch each other's faces off, they still had a good time. When he left her standing there waving, he felt really sad suddenly. Why was he leaving? Why didn't he stay here for her? Was this what he really wanted with his life? To only have a week with a woman he cared about every so many years? What would happen when she finally moved on? He finally managed to hail a cab, and he got in it. As he drove away, he turned to look at her still waving. She was incredibly sweet, and he didn't know what was wrong with him. It was too late now. He could only hope that she would still be waiting for him the next time he came back. Maybe then he'd be brave enough to tell her he loved her, that he was going to quit for her. Maybe.

Barry

"That was a little mean, Barry," Mindy said once the wedding and reception was over.

"I know. It just slipped out. It felt like our wedding day all over again, but this time, I got to watch her leave," Barry sighed.

"Well, I'm glad she bailed on your wedding. It means that you married me," Mindy smiled.

"You think she and that Ross fellow will get married?"

"I don't know," Mindy said. "He seemed nice."

"He kept going on about being a doctor," Barry scoffed.

"You do too," Mindy pointed out.

"I work on teeth. He works on dinosaurs. There's a big difference," Barry snorted. Mindy kissed him then to make him stop talking.

"Let's just enjoy our honeymoon, okay?"

"All right."

Barry sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder. Their limo was almost to the airport. He felt a little bad for telling everyone Rachel had syphilis. She didn't deserve that. Well, she sort of did, but maybe not to that extreme. He looked out the window then. Rachel was finally in the past. He probably wouldn't ever see her again.

Richard

They broke up because he didn't want children. As he said goodbye to her, trying not to cry, he couldn't help but feel so incredibly stupid for ending something so real for that. He watched her walk away with Rachel and Ross, and he felt his heart shatter. He'd lost the best relationship he'd ever had. What was wrong with him?! He went home, and when he arrived, he sat on his couch and lit a cigar. He smoked it and then another. And then another. He finally cried. He hadn't cried in forever. Monica was amazing. What had he done?! He reached for the phone and then stopped himself. He didn't want kids. He wasn't going to change his mind. Why would he pretend that he could? It was better to leave her alone. She could find someone who wanted the same things she did. His phone rang then.

"Hello?" he said eagerly.

"You broke up with my daughter?!" Jack exclaimed. Richard winced. He knew this was coming.

"It was mutual," he answered.

"You really hurt her," Jack went on. "Judy said she's crying."

"I know. This wasn't easy for either of us."

"You're lucky I don't come down there and give you a piece of my mind left then right," Jack growled. Richard knew that left then right meant Jack's fists striking him. The man was terrible at threatening talk.

"If it makes you feel better," Richard said.

"It would!"

"See you soon then," Richard sighed.

"I can't. Judy is making supper. Maye after," Jack said.

"All right."

They hung up, and Richard knew he was going to have an altercation with Jack sooner or later. He might as well get it over with. He lit another cigar. For now, he was going to drown his sorrows and think about his lost love.

Season 2 did not have a lot of dating going on apparently. I didn't do Jean Claude's version because he is a real person, and I didn't want to get in trouble writing what he was thinking lol. I also didn't do Eddie because he technically didn't date anyone and wasn't a romantic interest for anyone. Anyhow, thanks for reading! I'm glad so many of you are enjoying this :)