Chapter 6
I'd like to apologize for the poor chapter earlier. It had received some mixed reviews and I personally didn't enjoy writing it either. I hope the rest of the story will make up for it because I sure want to forget about it.
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Rachel walked out of the kitchen into the living room, carrying her plate of lasagna Monica had given to them as leftovers from the previous night. She gently set it down on the apothecary table, plopping down next to Ross on the couch who was watching the TV attentively. A documentary about some sort of newly discovered plant played in front of them as they ate, obviously something he'd take an interest to but not for her.
He cut a small piece of lasagna and inserted it into his mouth, turning his head to meet her pleading look. He chuckled and handed her the remote, knowing all too well of her regularly scheduled E! News program.
"Thank you," she chimed and gave him a coy smile as she pressed a button to change the channel. The screen immediately flipped to a video of celebrities walking across the red carpet as the flash of multiple cameras shone in the background.
"Wow, look how beautiful she looks in that dress," Rachel commented, pointing at the screen as Jennifer Aniston walked across the red carpet in a flourishing black dress.
He merely shrugged, swallowing the food that was in his mouth. "Eh, she's ok but I think you're far prettier than she is."
"Aww, you're sweet," she cooed, blushing slightly. "You're not so bad yourself. I'd pick you over that David Schwimmer guy any day of the week." She added as the cast of some popular television show waved at the cameras.
They shared a laugh and continued to eat. On occasion, she would make a comment on a passing celebrity, whether on their clothes or some drama that they were a part of. She was a huge gossip after all, but other than that, it was just a typical, quiet evening.
After dinner, Rachel stood up to return the dishes to the kitchen when she noticed a few unfamiliar magazines sitting on the chair near the door.
"What's this? Today's mail?" she asked, picking the stack up. She flipped through the new Vogue magazine on the front and made a mental note to look it over later.
"Yeah I got it in the morning and set it aside for you," he answered, sipping some water, "most of it's yours anyways."
She scanned through the rest of the stack, passing by a few other magazines until she stopped at an envelope placed in between her Cosmopolitan magazine and Ross' Discover magazine. Taking it out, she set aside the rest of the stack and sat back down on the couch.
"Whatcha got there?" he asked, eyeing the envelope in her hands.
"I don't know, let's find out I guess."
She ripped open the letter and took out the letter inside. Unfolding it and scanning it over quickly, she gasped realising what it was.
"Oh my God, do you know what this is?" she exclaimed excitedly, waiving the paper in front of his face.
"Well I might if I could actually see it," he joked and earned a playful slap on the shoulder.
"It's your medical reports! The hospital must have sent it over this morning." She read through the first few pages, mostly all medical terms that she didn't quite understand but stopped when a specific part caught her eye, making her smile widely. "Look, look, look! It says here 'Ross Geller is cleared to resume all regular activities to his own discretion'."
"Really?" he perked up and scooted over closer to have a better look.
"Yeah! See it says right here!" she pointed out.
He took the pages out of her hand and read it quietly to himself. "Huh, well I guess I'm going to work tomorrow," he said, turning to her with a smile.
"Ooh, that's so great!" She reached over and gave him quick hug. Feeling unusually playful today, she nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck.
"Stop that!" he laughed, pushing her away lightly. He began tickling her sides as revenge, making her squirm around in an uncontrollable laughter.
"Hahahah! Stop!... S-ha-top!... Ok you win! You win!"
He stopped tickling her and they both lied back on the couch, catching their breath. As their breathing returned to normal and their heart rate slowed, he raised his arm and peered at his watch.
"Look at the time. If I'm planning on going to work tomorrow I better get to bed."
"Aww, you're going already?" she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. He laughed and stood up, picking up the dishes she was originally supposed to bring into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I don't want to fall asleep on the first day. Besides, shouldn't you be going to bed soon too? Don't you have that work meeting early in the morning?"
"No, that's optional," she responded. "Hey wait, why don't I go with you tomorrow? I can call in sick or something."
Ross shook his head. "You can't do that Rach, that's your job. What would you even do at my work? You'd be stuck in lectures about dinosaurs all day; two things you can't stand listening to."
She had to laugh at that. He knew her so well. He was always so attentive of her likes and dislikes, one of her favourite traits about him.
"Alright, well anyways, I'm going to stay up for a bit longer," she said, plopping back down onto the couch and flipping through the channels on TV.
"Ok, don't stay up too late." He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead, sending a wave of warmth through her body. She loved how he started doing that again.
"Good night."
"G'night."
She continued flipping through the channels, hearing him leave the kitchen and closing the door to the bedrooms. Finding nothing too appealing to her, she returned to E! News and set the remote onto the apothecary table, picking up the medical papers instead.
She read through them again and sighed in relief. He was going to be ok. He was already healing and his strength had returned to his legs surprisingly quickly. Now all she needed was his memories to return and he'd be complete.
She'd have her Ross back.
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Rachel sat in the living room, impatiently flipping through her new Vogue magazine even though she had already read through the whole thing twice. She groaned and skimmed the rest, flipping it to the end and lazily threw it onto the table. She glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at the magazines on the table, then back to the clock on the wall.
8:01 P.M.
She let out a huff and grabbed a random magazine, flipping it open to a random page and merely scanning it with her eyes. She was irritated and annoyed, and when she's was irritated and annoyed, she tends to be extremely fidgety.
The night was supposed to go extremely well, especially since she actually planned it all out. It was the first day Ross returned to work and she had decided to surprise him when he got home with a nice dinner out and maybe a movie afterwards. She had gotten all dressed up for it too, wearing an elegant dress for the occasion, casual enough to pass but classy enough to fit her fashion needs. After getting dressed and applying some light make-up, she had waited patiently in the living room for his return.
That had been at 5:00.
Of course, just her luck that the one thing that she counted on the most and was also the most essential part of her plan just so happened to never show up. And though it was never planned on being a date, she had never felt more stood up.
Long since then had she undressed and broken out the sweats, feeling dejected and unhappy. She didn't know if she was supposed to be saddened that her plans didn't work out or angry that he never showed up. And so now, almost 3 hours since she expected him to be home, she impatiently fidgeted around, waiting for the front door to open and for her to confront him when he walked in. It wasn't like she had any other plans for the night and now that she thought about it; she was stupid to not have a back-up plan just for cases like these.
Just as she was about to give up and head to Monica's to see what she was up to, the door swung open revealing the person she'd wanted to see all day. Before she started to say anything, she began studying him, seeing that he looked different than when he left in the morning. He wore a plain white t-shirt underneath his jacket, probably a hidden undershirt he had worn. An unfamiliar towel was thrown across his shoulder and in his hand was the collared shirt she had seen him wear in the morning along with his brief case.
"Hey Rach," he greeted casually, hanging up his jacket on the coat hanger.
"Where have you been?" she asked directly, trying to use a strict tone but found it hard to do so when his adorable, innocent face peered at her from the doorway.
"At the gym, did you know I had a membership this entire time that I never knew about?"
"Y-you were at the gym? Like… working out?" All of a sudden, all her possible anger disappeared as flashing images of a bare chest, muscular Ross began appearing in her mind.
"Yeah it was great! After work, I went there for like two hours before I grabbed some dinner at some spaghetti place," he explained, setting his briefcase and shirt on a nearby chair.
"Oh…" Her facial expression saddened and she awkwardly played with a few strands of her hair. She knew it wasn't his fault since it was a surprise and he had no idea about it but it still hurt, even though it probably shouldn't.
Reading her emotions like a book he walked over and took a seat on the couch, reaching out and grabbing her hands.
"Hey, you ok? Did something happen today?" he asked in a soft, concerning voice.
"No, no, I'm fine. Nothing happened today… it was what was supposed to happen that I'm sad about."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "And what was supposed to happen today?"
"Well…" She sat up and cleared her throat before continuing. "I, uh, actually had a surprise for you when you got back. I was planning on taking you out to dinner, you know, to kind of celebrate your first day back at work."
"What? Really? You planned that for me?" he asked with astonishment and she nodded reluctantly. "Oh, I'm so sorry Rachel. If I had known then I wouldn't have chosen today to try out that gym membership."
"Well if you had known it wouldn't have been a surprise now would it?" she joked lightly, although she was still a bit upset over the whole thing. All she wanted to do was spend some time with him but that never ended up happening.
"I guess not," he laughed along, but glanced into her eyes as he spoke. "But I am really sorry that I didn't come back early enough for us to go. It was a really sweet gesture, so thank you, but you should know that we don't need some fancy dinner to celebrate. As long as I'm with you, we can celebrate as much as you want."
She allowed a smile to appear onto her face as they locked eyes. How he always seemed to lighten up her mood, she would never know. But at the same time, she would never trade it for anything as it's what made him special from everyone else. No one could ever make her feel the things he made her feel, no one.
"So, have you had dinner yet?" he asked a moment later, breaking the silence by releasing her hand and standing up.
"Yeah, I ended up ordering some Chinese."
"Great, why don't I take a quick shower and then we can head over to Monica's?"
"Monica's? What's going on at Monica's?" she asked, standing up as well.
"Well, I bumped into Monica on my way over to the gym and she wanted me to tell you that she wants us over for some movie night or something. Apparently she got everyone else to come so it was important that we went too."
"Movie night, huh? That sounds pretty cool," she thought about, remembering when they used to have those all the time.
"Yeah, I thought so too. Just give me a couple minutes to shower and change, ok?"
"Ok," she answered and watched as he left for the bathroom.
For some reason, after he left, the only thing she could picture was how attractive his body must be while he was working out. She imagined him lifting some weights and his large muscles contracting and bulging as he did. Then her imagination wandered a bit and the scene turned from the gym to the beach. She pictured him working out and her sauntering over to him, wrapping her small arms from around his back and feeling his toned abs. He would then turn around, lifting her up into a kiss so passionate, if he wasn't holding onto her she would have undoubtedly fallen over.
All of a sudden, her eyes shot open as she heard the door to the bedrooms open and he reappeared in a comfortable pair of pants and a nice sweater. Had she been day-dreaming the entire time? Seeing him walk out made her blush furiously, her thoughts returning to the scenario still fresh in her mind and she turned away quickly.
"Ready to go?" he asked casually.
"Y-yeah, I'm ready."
"What were you thinking about?" he continued to question as he grabbed both their jackets and opened the door for them.
"N-nothing," she stammered, "just something about work." He nodded his head, accepting her response and closed the door behind them as they left together for Monica's.
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"This is nice," Monica said as she walked into the living room, placing a large bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. "When was the last time we had a movie night?"
"Well if you're asking me, in the few weeks I've been around, I'd have to say never," Ross joked.
"And that's why I'm not asking you," she replied with a smile.
"You know, I think the last time we had a movie night, you chose the movie," Phoebe pointed out, motioning to Ross.
His eyes widened in curiosity. "Really? And what movie did I choose?"
"Jurassic Park."
"Of course I'd choose that one," he laughed and the others couldn't help but join in.
"So what did you guys do all day today?" Rachel asked.
"Ooh, you know that Tim guy I was dating and Monica wanted to fire?" Phoebe started. "Yeah, well coincidence! Today, I called him to break up when Monica beeped him to fire him!"
"Poor guy, and after all that hard work, you guys still ended up doing it on the same day," Ross inquired.
Monica cleared her throat and sheepishly looked at Phoebe. "Well actually… I didn't fire him…"
"Yeah, Monica over here gets one little compliment and now all is forgiven."
"Hey! He called me the best chef he knew! I couldn't lay him off after that!"
Everyone rolled their eyes at Monica's ridiculous amount of pride.
"What about you Chandler? Did you get that 'Toby' thing sorted out?" Ross asked afterwards.
"Nah, I figured if Bob found out I was actually Chandler and not Toby, he'd probably hurt me so I trashed my office with him instead."
"And you Joe?"
Joey just shrugged, taking a hand full of popcorn. "Eh, shot a few scenes for Days of our Lives and had sex at lunch so just a normal day for me."
"Oh Ross, how was your first day back at work?" Monica questioned.
"It was really good actually," he said and Rachel gave him a small smile, "they're giving me flexible hours to accommodate for the amnesia but they're still letting me teach some of my classes."
"That's great! I'm so glad you're getting back on your feet. So what did you do for the rest of the afternoon?"
"I hit the gym for a few hours; met this really cool guy, Mike Hannigan, there then grabbed some dinner." He then turned to Rachel and nudged her playfully on the arm. "But it turns out Rachel over here wanted to take me out for a surprise dinner which I ended up missing out on."
She blushed and nudged him back. "It was nothing."
"Sorry, did I just hear that you went to the gym?" Chandler asked, astounded as were the other three.
"Yeah, I found some membership in my wallet and decided to try it out."
Rachel laughed at her friends' expressions on their faces. "Yeah, Chandler, remember that gym you kept trying to get out of but never could?"
"Remember!? I still get charged 50 bucks a month to my joint checking account!"
All of a sudden, Joey just burst out laughing and everyone shot him a confused look.
"It wasn't that funny Joe…" Chandler said.
"No, I have this picture of Ross going to the gym in my head," he chuckled, wiping away a fake tear. "Even I don't go to the gym."
"Is it really that hard to believe that I went to the gym? How pathetic and weak was I before?" Ross asked in no one in particular.
"Very."
"You were pretty pathetic."
"You threw your hip out carrying a couch."
"You bruise like a peach."
He rolled his eyes. "Well, now I'm the new and improved Ross Geller who'll hit the gym 4 times a week."
Everyone chuckled except Rachel who leaned over and rubbed his arm. "Don't listen to them Ross, I think it's great that you're working out."
"Ha! That's not what you said the last time…" Monica teased.
She harshly turned to her and sent a glare. "Things were… different last time." In all seriousness, that was the truth. The only reason she had been so negative the last time 'Ross' and 'gym' were used in the same sentence was because they had recently broke up… again, but she had secretly loved the image of a hunky Ross that had appeared in her mind at the time.
Deciding to change the subject, she quickly cleared her throat. "Anyways, what movie are we going to watch?"
"Well, I've got Weekend at Bernie's and It's a Wonderful Life over here," Monica said, looking over her shoulder, "and I got a couple other classics in the cupboard under the TV."
"We've already seen all those, let's try something new," Phoebe said.
"What? I love Weekend at Bernie's, let's watch that one," Rachel suggested.
"No!" they all yelled at the same time, making her startle. Thanks to her, the others have seen that movie too many times over the years and were not looking to spend the night watching it again.
"Oh, what about a horror movie?" Joey proposed.
"Hey, I actually like that idea," Phoebe said and Chandler nodded in agreement.
"No! I hate horror movies and I scare easily!" Rachel whined.
"Don't be such a wuss," Monica teased. "Alright Joe, we'll go with the horror movie."
"Yes!" he exclaimed, jumping up from his chair. "I rented Cujo a few days ago so let's watch that!" He sprinted out of the apartment as everyone settled in for the movie.
"No, come on guys, I really don't like horror films," Rachel persisted. "I get nightmares when I do."
"Aw come on Rach, it'll be fine," Ross said, gently rubbing her shoulder. "Besides, I'll be right here if you need me."
She seemed to consider her options but eventually caved, reaching out for his hand and interlacing her fingers with his.
"Ok…" she said in a soft voice and gave his hand a tight squeeze.
"Ow! Hey, the movie hasn't even started yet!"
"I know, but I'm already scared," she responded and snuggled up onto his arm.
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A loud scream burst from the television set as it was echoed in real life. Rachel quickly shut her eyes and whimpered as she hid her face into Ross' shoulder, gripping onto his arm as if her life depended on it. Just as she'd said, she had been terrified right from the start. If not for the occasional scream or whimper, she had spent most of the movie looking away from the TV screen, or more specifically, buried in his chest, shoulder, or neck.
Everyone who was still watching flinched in disgust as the crazed dog ripped a piece of human flesh clean off the bone, foam dripping from his mouth and onto the bloodied pavement. Monica too, had clutched onto Chandler at some point in the movie as they sat together tightly in his chair. Even Phoebe had to look away a couple times due to disgust or pure fright. Only the guys managed to watch without reacting as far as the girls did. Joey, who was practically laughing the entire movie, had no problem with the horror whatsoever and Chandler had become accustom to the late night horror movies during his time living with him. Ross on the other hand felt as though he had been through far worse than the injuries on screen and instead spent most of the movie comforting the shivering woman in his arms.
"I-is it over?" he heard her whisper in a shaky voice.
"Hold on…" he responded, watching as the dog devoured the human flesh as if it were a gourmet piece of steak. He kept watching, making a face of disgust as he did until the camera finally switched to a different scene. "… ok, it's over now."
She nodded and slowly turned her head back to the screen, shaking slightly as she did. Unfortunately as soon as her eyes locked onto the TV she was treated to a sudden jump scare that made her scream and jump a little.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no…" she practically cried into his shoulder as he enveloped her in a hug, rubbing her shoulders. "I-I don't want to watch anymore, I don't."
"Shh, it's ok, you don't have to watch, no one's making you watch," he soothed and hugged her tighter to show he was there for her.
Meanwhile, Joey looked around at the room who was terrified at what was going on on-screen. He chuckled silently and suddenly, decided to have a little fun with it. He caught Chandler's eye, grinning from ear to ear as he motioned towards the doorway. He had to take a moment to understand what he was trying to do but once he did, a mischievous grin also appeared on Chandler's face as well.
Just as another jump scare appeared that made the girls shriek in the room, Joey snuck away silently while Chandler provided a substantial distraction by hugging Monica closer to his body.
As Ross continued to tend to the shaking Rachel in his arms, all of a sudden, the lights in the apartment began to flicker until they all went out. As soon as darkness engulfed the group, the sound of a harsh barking outside from the television set echoed through the room, resulting in all the girls to scream at the top of their lungs in fear.
All this lasted for a good minute until the lights all came back on at once, followed by laughter near the doorway and a slightly chuckle from Chandler.
"Haha! Gotcha!" Joey exclaimed, walking back into the living room with a satisfied smirk. However, he was met with many negative reactions unlike his. Monica sent him a deadly glare from beneath Chandler's arm and Phoebe wore a dirty look that had 'death' all over it as she continued to clutch onto the pillow she had against her chest.
The biggest reaction, however, was not a negative one but was Rachel's small shaking form curled up on Ross lap. When the lights had first gone out, she had been so petrified; she had leaped onto his body for protection. Now that the lights were back on, everyone saw how she continued to tremble in shock and fear, even releasing a few sobs into his chest as she clung onto Ross' body for dear life. If they knew any better, they'd think she was having a panic attack.
"Joey, that wasn't funny at all. Look what you did to Rachel. She was already terrified from the movie and you just made it worse," Ross said with a fierce look, glaring at the so-called 'prankster'.
"Oh…" was all he could say when he saw Rachel crying and he immediately felt guilty. Ross ignored him, however, and turned his attention to her trembling body.
"Shh, sweetie I'm right here. It's ok….it's ok," he comforted in a soft voice, stroking her hair as he gently rocked her in his arms. "Don't cry. Shh, it's over. It wasn't real. It's over…"
After a moment, he felt her calm down a bit as the trembling stopped and all that was left was her small sobs being muffled by the fabric of his sweater. He tenderly kissed the top of her forehead, holding her closer to him to give her comfort as she quieted down.
"Listen Rach, I'm really sorry. I didn't think you'd be that scared, I'm sorry," Joey apologized, scratching the back of his head as he wore a very guilty look. In response, she merely looked up at him, fresh tears still in her eyes but she managed a slight nod of her head.
"Did you have anything to do with that?" Monica asked harshly, turning to Chandler in the chair.
He immediately swallowed and pulled the collar of his shirt. "W-what? Little old me? Of course… not…"
Monica scowled and slapped his arm. "Don't expect getting any tonight," she stated in a quiet, angry tone and his face dropped.
A moment later, Rachel shifted her positioning in Ross' lap and he wiped away some stray tears that rested on her cheek.
"C-can we watch something else?" Rachel asked in a small voice, recovering slightly from her lack of composure.
"Of course we can sweetie," Ross answered softly, turning to his sister. "Mon, how about we watch Weekend at Bernie's for the rest of the night?"
"Sure thing," she responded and grabbed the movie to replace the horrific one that had been on screen a minute ago.
And no one had a problem with that.
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About an hour and a half later, the credits began to roll, putting an end to an interesting movie night as everyone stretched out in their seats. Ross stretched his arms above him, yawning as he did but focused his attention on the small sleeping form snuggled up on his chest.
At some point in the move, Rachel had dozed off, fully recovered from the horror movie trauma and happily rested in his lap. She was curled into a little ball; arms wrapped around his torso with her head snuggled on his chest as if it were a pillow. He was relieved to see a small smile on her face as she slept; truly a sleeping angel.
"Wow, just look at her," he heard Monica comment as he saw how everyone was watching Rachel sleep. "To think just a moment ago, she was trembling in fear and now she's sound asleep."
"Yeah Ross, you must be really good at that whole comforting thing," Phoebe added.
"I guess so," he said, looking down at her with a smile. "I'm just glad she's calmed down from that trauma earlier."
Moments passed in silence as he just looked at her as she slept peacefully in his arms. He remembered when he first laid eyes on her when he had awakened from his coma. Back then, he believed she was the most beautiful woman in the world and up until now, he still stood by that belief. She looked so cute when she was asleep and like a baby girl resting, it was hard for him to take his eyes off her.
Ross cleared his throat and looked at the others, motioning at the sleeping form. "It's getting late; I think we're going to head back now." He began to gently nudge her body but all he got in response was more cuddling and a soft sight escaping her lips.
"Looks like she doesn't want to go," Chandler laughed quietly.
"That's fine; I'll just carry her over." As careful and gentle as can be, he picked her up in his arms and stood up, making sure not to wake her as he did. Her arms unconsciously found their way around his neck and she shifted her head to rest on his shoulder. "Thanks for the movie night Mon; it was a lot of fun. We should do it again some time."
"Sure, whenever you want," she smiled and helped him by setting their jackets on Rachel's body, almost like a blanket. "Make sure you get her home safely."
"I will. Bye guys."
The rest of them said their goodbyes and watched as he carried her out the door, watching every corner and treating her as the Queen was in his arms. When they disappeared, the four of them looked at each other with smiles of their own.
"Is it weird that they act like a couple even though they're not?" Chandler questioned.
"Nope, it just shows how their meant to be together," Monica answered and sighed happily. "They're soul mates."
"They're lobsters."
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As he entered the apartment, he quietly closed the front door behind him, managing to lock it with the hand holding up her legs. He walked over to the couch and gently tipped her forward, allowing their jackets to slide off before he headed for the bedrooms.
Cautiously kicking her door open, he strolled in, not bothering to opening the lights and carefully set her down on the bed. Looking around the room, he noticed the small changes she had made including an extra closet for her clothes and a make-up drawer she had bought a few days ago. Aside from that, everything was just how he remembered it from a couple weeks back and he could see how she had made herself home here.
He peered back down at her sleeping form and saw how the moonlight from the window glimmered on her face, making her glow in the night. Her skin was so soft and the smile she wore as she slept was so adorable, he could stay there all night watching her sleep.
After a few minutes, he yawned silently, deciding to get some sleep of his own. He gently draped the blankets over her but not before he retrieved her little stuffed bear which, unknown to him she had named 'Ross'. He gently tucked her in, stroking the side of her face and leaning over to plant a tender kiss on her forehead.
As he slowly reeled back from the small kiss, he was surprised to see her beautiful blue eyes staring back at him through the dark. Instead of saying anything, he just stared into her eyes as she did to him, looking into each other's souls and feeling some strange connection with her that he had never felt before.
"Thank you," she whispered eventually, giving an innocent smile.
He smiled back, planting another kiss on her forehead, however as he moved back, he noticed her lift her chin slightly as if asking for something more. Caught up in the moment and with the unfamiliar feeling he felt inside of him, he leaned over one more time and this time, connected with her on the lips. It didn't last long, a small peck at most, but he still caught the taste of her strawberry lipstick as he pulled away and smiled into her eyes.
"Sweet dreams Rachel," he said softly before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.
As soon as the door shut, she closed her eyes and sighed, trying to re-imagine the kiss he had just given her that she'd been craving for too long. It was a small one and probably didn't mean anything to him, but to her, it meant everything and a large smile found its way onto her face as she dozed off once again.
Her dreams would indeed be sweet.
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Author's Note: By the way, I hope you liked those little episode snips I added in since it sure as hell took a while to research them all. I decided to have this chapter take place at around Season 8 Episode 5's TOW Rachel's Date, which is why I made references to Tim, Monica's sous-chef and Bob, the guy at Chandler's work who thinks Chandler's name is Toby.
Also, the gang watched, Cujo, is the one that Joey and Rachel watched in TOW Joey Dates Rachel. I never actually watched the movie since I hate horror flicks but the Wiki page said it's about some rabid dog that traps its owners in a car. Not sure how that plot is supposed to advance but I just added in my own thoughts of some possible scenes that might have made an appearance in the film.
That's really all. I thought you guys might like some insight on the extra things I added in. Hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave a review. Till next time.