The reviews to these chapters kind of make me laugh because everyone has such a different opinion about the perspectives I've written. I know I can't please everyone, and I'm sorry if you're disappointed with some of my perspectives. I felt a lot of pressure for Emily's version of events, so I apologize in advance if it's not what you were expecting or looking for or if you disagree with it. I'm happy with everything I've written so far in this story just the same :) Happy reading!

Emily

It all started on the day of their wedding when Ross said the wrong name. It felt like those movies where the person's speech goes into that deep voiced, under water, slow motion style speech to repeat what they had just said.

"I, Ross, take thee, Rachel."

"Raaaaaaccccchhhhheeeeeeeel."

Gasps from the crowd at this, and Emily stared at Ross like he was insane while he gaped back, just as shocked.

Her cheeks got very hot, and she was sure all eyes were on her to see what she'd do next. Well, she wouldn't stand for this kind of humiliation. She'd show them.

"Emily," Ross corrected. "I take Emily."

Too late, buddy.

When it was time, she rammed that ring on so hard he yelped. It pleased her that she could hurt him after he'd just severely hurt her. When he went to kiss her, she turned her head so he caught her cheek. He tried to hold her hand, and she yanked it away. She was kicking herself for not just stopping the minister and walking away from Ross forever. Now she was married to a man who was clearly still hung up on his ex-girlfriend. Emily caught sight of Rachel then, and her insides seethed. What was Rachel even doing there? She had declined the invitation! Rachel's eyes were shocked, embarrassed, and empathetic when Emily caught her gaze. Well, Emily did not want Rachel's empathy. She stormed down the aisle with Ross galloping behind her to catch up. Once they were out of sight from the guests, he started to chuckle.

"Well, that was kind of funny."

She glared at him and took a pot shot at his gut.

"Augh!" he cried as she bolted for the bathroom.

"Emily!" Ross shouted hoarsely. She bolted the door shut and leaned against it, gasping for air.

Rachel. I, take thee, Rachel. RACHEL?!

Emily sank to the floor and hugged her knees, crying. She had known better. She had known he still cared for her. Why hadn't she listened to her gut?!

"She won't come out," Ross's voice said a while later. Emily glanced up at the window and got an idea. She couldn't face anyone after that spectacle, so she was going to leave. It wasn't hard to get the window open and shimmy down to the ground. She'd hide for now until she knew what to do in regards to her marriage.

...

Emily paced her bedroom. Her parents had just finished telling her that Ross would be waiting for her at the airport to go on their honeymoon, that he loved her and Rachel was only a friend. She sank to her bed, feeling confused.

"I don't know what to do, Mum," she said. Her mother sat on the bed beside her.

"I honestly believe Ross just made that mistake because he just saw Rachel before your ceremony."

"I...I don't know. What if he does love her?"

"What if he doesn't?"

"Oh, stop that," Emily snapped. She stood to pace again.

"Slips of the tongue happen all the time, luv," her mother encouraged. "I think Ross really does love you. Why else would he sit outside the bathroom door all night to wait for you? Why would he insist to us that he's waiting for you to go on your honeymoon? That he only loves you?"

"I don't know," Emily repeated. She gripped her face with her hands.

"I know I'm just your Mum and you don't put much stock into what I say, but I really think you should give him one more try."

"And if he hurts me again?"

"Then give him hell," her mother grinned.

"All right," Emily finally caved.

"You're going to the airport then?"

"Yes."

"I'll drive."

Emily felt herself holding her breath the entire ride there. Traffic got them a few times, making her late, but she made it to the terminal just as they announced the final boarding. She looked for Ross, feeling a slight spark of hope for their marriage, that she was making the right choice. Then she saw him. With Rachel. She felt her mouth drop. He caught sight of her, and his face said it all.

"No! Emily! No, no, no!" he shouted. She turned and fled. Twice in one day. That was enough for her.

"Drive, Mum!" she screamed, jumping into the backseat. Her mother floored it, making Emily jolt backwards. She couldn't see for crying.

"What happened?!" her mother shrieked.

"He was with her!"

"WHAT?!"

"She was going on my honeymoon! With Ross! Oh, Mum, I'm such a fool," Emily cried.

"There, there, luv," her mother said, looking in the rearview mirror. "Let's get you home, and we'll look into an annulment or divorce or whatever they call it now."

Emily didn't respond. Her heart was too busy breaking into a million pieces.

...

Ross had been persistent. Eventually, Emily agreed to try to make their relationship work. Her paranoia about Rachel made her a little crazy, though, and she put some demands on Ross. If this was going to work, he had to cut Rachel from his life forever. It didn't seem so unrealistic to her. Who hung out with their ex girlfriend all the time anyway? It was cause for trouble, for old feelings to resurface. Emily didn't want an affair between Ross and Rachel in their future because Ross realized he still loved Rachel after all. What if they had children? Their family would be broken, and she'd have to have Rachel be a step parent to her kids. No way in hell. That was not happening. Maybe Emily was being demanding and unfair, but she was just trying to protect her future. Ross showed resistance in the end, stating he couldn't give up Rachel, and when he asked the question of whether or not she could trust him, Emily had to finally admit that she didn't. How could she? He'd said Rachel's name at their wedding, almost gone on their honeymoon with Rachel, and still hung out with her every single day when he knew it was a thorn in Emily's side. Rachel was the wedge between them. She was the wedge between any relationship Ross would ever have really. Emily had figured this out, but she didn't think Ross had yet.

"Goodbye, Ross," she said quietly, hanging up. She stared at the receiver in her hand. She began to tremble, realizing that it was finally over. She'd lost Ross. If there was no Rachel, they would be married and starting a life together. He was funny and sweet and endearing. Yes, he could be obnoxious and annoying sometimes, but you take the good with the bad when you loved someone. Emily had loved Ross, but his heart would never fully be hers. Crying, she buried her face into her arms.

...

A while later, Emily was getting married again. She was feeling jittery and unsure of everything. That, and she couldn't stop thinking about Ross. In a moment of weakness, she phoned him and left a message.

"I wonder if we gave up too fast," she said. "Are you thinking about me? I'm thinking about you. No, you're probably not thinking about me at all. Anyway, um, if you are, call me tonight."

She hung up, feeling so stupid. Of course he wasn't going to call, not after all her demands about Rachel. He'd never give her up. They'd be back at square one. She was sure Rachel would somehow convince him not to call her back because she always seemed to know everything Ross did or needed to decide about.

"I'm such a moron," Emily groaned, smacking her head.

"You all right, luv?" her mother asked, poking her head into her bedroom.

"Yes," Emily answered after a moment. "I'm just fine." Her mother smiled and left, and Emily stood there knowing she wouldn't hear from Ross, and she was all right with that. Her future husband loved her very much, and she loved him too. She knew they would have a great future together. She thought of Ross one last time, and then she put him in the closet of her mind for safekeeping. He'd be a fond memory to think of every so often, but they could never have a future together. It was time to move on.

Larry

Phoebe had been the quirkiest woman he'd ever met, and Larry had really enjoyed dating her. The only reason it hadn't lasted was because he couldn't keep his health inspector badge sheathed whenever they were in a restaurant. He had tried so hard, and Phoebe had taken him to some different vendors around the city who were majorly violating health codes so he could flex his power, but he was true to his job and couldn't contain himself anymore when they went out to fancier places. It had been a difficult parting, but Phoebe had agreed that she couldn't stay with someone who shut down all her favorite places to eat.

"The badge or the woman, and you picked the damn badge?!" his friend, Bob, said. He was outraged.

"I know," Larry sighed.

"Dude, how many opportunities for a hot woman come along for you?"

"Just that one," Larry answered miserably.

"You're an idiot," Bob snorted. He downed his beer. They were at Bob's place, and Bob's wife was currently putting their kids to bed.

"I think it's a sickness," Larry corrected.

"What? Your job?"

"Yea. I can't help it. I can't stop myself when I see a violation. Do you suppose they have a Health Inspector Anonymous group?" Larry asked hopefully.

"I don't think so, buddy," Bob said sadly. Larry sighed again and stared at his beer. He was married to his job. It was the only lady he'd ever have. This really depressed him. He hoped that one day perhaps he could find another love, but it seemed doubtful. He'd just have to remember Phoebe and hold on to her memories to get him through life. Oh, and Bob. Bob would help him get through.

"Hey," Larry said, pointing at the cupboard. "Do you see all that stuff on there? That's a code-"

"Oh, shut up," Bob cut him off.

Danny

He hadn't missed the repulsion on Rachel's face when she backed out of his apartment after hearing his sister call out from the bathroom. He shut the door behind her and went to the bathroom where Krista was standing.

"What the hell, man?" she asked. "You asked me to get the perfect bath ready for you to help de-stress and then you let it get cold? Why do I do anything for you?"

"I'm sorry," he sighed.

"What happened?" she asked, sensing he was upset.

"I think things are over with Rachel."

"What? Why?!"

"I think she thought you and I were about to have a bath together," Danny pointed out.

"Oh my God," Krista laughed. Then she really started to laugh.

"I know, right?" he asked, starting to laugh with her.

"That is just sick," Krista gasped, tears rolling down her face. "I mean, yea, I can get a little too close with you, but having a bath together?! Ewww!"

"Should I explain it to Rachel?"

"What for? She'd just think you're lying. Honestly, Danny, I thought she was a little snobby for you. You need a girl who's a bit more down to earth, and one who doesn't assume we participate in incest," Krista snorted.

"You're right," Danny agreed.

"You want me to start this bath over? I think you need it after getting dumped," Krista said sympathetically.

"Sure," he replied. He went out to get a beer while his sister prepped his bath for him. She just knew how to get it right with the bath salts and stuff. He wasn't girly enough to figure that out, and he was embarrassed to admit that he liked a good bath with all that stuff.

"All set," she said, coming out to the living room. "Enjoy."

"Thanks, sis," he smiled, going in alone and locking the door behind him. Once he was in his bath, he felt his stress just drain away. Yes, his sister had done it again.