Okay, hi guys. Chapter 3 is up now ;) Thanks for the reviews, I love them.

Disclaimer; I don't own the Friends, but I do own A LOT of the characters in this story.

We've Had Our Story…

- But What Happened Then?

Chapter 3.

Big Plans

"So, if you'll please look at page 23. You had some homework to do, didn't you?" Mrs. Apple looked through the class, "And Jane, if you would please stop using your mobile, it would be great too."

Jane looked up and closed her mobile. She sighed and threw it into her backpack again.

"That's great." Mrs. Apple smiled, "Then if you wont have anything against it, you could read the text for us, and tell us what does it say?"

Jane cursed inside and grabbed her book and harshly found the right page. She looked at the letters, but they all flooded into one. She blinked, and started, insecure; "La France est un grand pays qui 55 millions d'habitants." she said, "And that means, France is a big country with 55 millions citizens."

"That's good Jane, that's very good." Mrs. Apple told her, "It's not quite right, but why are you so insecure? You know this is French level C, so it's really not that hard. And Mr. Parker, would you read the next line, please?"

Ken Parker looked into the book; "Paris est la capitale de la République francaise." he sighed, "And I have no idea what it means."

"It's not hard, Mr. Parker." Mrs. Apple smiled, "It reminds a lot of the English language. You see…"

She was interrupted.

By a knock on the door.

Mrs. Apple looked around the see if anyone was missing, but she found the class full. "Come in." she said.

Gracie opened the door and stepped in, "Is this French level C?" she asked.

"Yes." Mrs. Apple said, "How can I help you, dear?"

"I'm a new student." Gracie said, handing her a paper, "This is my first class."

"Oh, so you haven't had French before?" Mrs. Apple asked her.

Gracie shook her head. She hadn't had French this way. She'd lived in France, but the teacher didn't need to know that. Not yet, anyway. She was sure it would come.

"Well, grab a chair then, and maybe you can try and read something. I'll see if you have sense for the French language?"

"Okay." Gracie smiled.

Jane, who wanted to use the opportunity to not have French, raised her hand.

"Yes, ms. Clark?"

"Shouldn't she introduce herself?" Jane asked and nodded at Gracie, who'd chosen a desk in the back of the room.

"Of course." Mrs. Apple smiled, "Come up here."

Gracie stood up and went to the front, while she decided she'd hate this girl who'd suggested that. Oh, did she know.

"Tell us about yourself?"

"Bonjour." Gracie smiled, "Je m'appelle Gracie Green."

"Nice," Mrs. Apple said, "But go on in terms everyone can understand."

"Okay." Gracie smiled, she liked this teacher, "I live in Westchester with my mom and her boyfriend. We just moved here. I have a half sister and a step brother, and a lot of close cousins."

"Where did you live before?" Mrs. Apple asked.

"Uh, this is kinda embarrassing, but I'm actually from France." Gracie shot her a smile, "This was just the only French class which wasn't full, so…"

"You're from France? Really? Where did you live?"

"Paris." Gracie said, "With my mom and my sister. But then my sister decided to move here for her career, and my mom decided to follow her." Gracie was on purpose changing the story a little. She didn't want to get into her long story now.

"Okay, what about your dad? Does he still live in Paris?"

"My dad is dead." Gracie said.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I – I didn't know him. He died the day after I was born. It was harder for my sister – Emma – she considered him as her real father. They were really close."

"Okay." Mrs. Apple smiled, "I'll just read this while you all work." she held up the note Gracie had given her, "Seems like you have something I should know. Any cases…" she trailed off, looking through the lines, "Oh, we have a diabetes girl here. There sure are a lot you cant do, huh?"

Gracie nodded.

"Please sit down, ms…?"

"Green."

"Ms. Green. Please sit down."

Gracie smiled and went to her desk. She looked at the paper another student had handed her. The work she should translate, would be a piece of cake.

--

"Oh great." Emma cursed, looking at the pile of work which had been laid at her desk the few days she hadn't been there.

"I'm sorry." her secretary told her, "I tried to get Rhonda to do some of it, but she's pregnant so she's really tired."

"Okay." Emma smiled, "I'll try to do as much as possible today. Talk to you later."

"Later Ems." he said, and walked out of her office and closed the door.

The first thing Emma did, was calling Jack. She hadn't talked to him this morning, and she was missing him.

"Hi honey." Jack said.

"Hi, I missed you."

"I missed you too, Emma." Jack said, "What are you doing?"

"So much." Emma said, "I have like – I don't know – a ton of work to do, so I guess I wont see you tonight."

"I'm sorry." Jack said, "And I cant even go to Ben's place. He and Shelly left this morning."

"They did?" Emma exclaimed, "I forgot to call Shelly. When will they be back?"

"Two weeks."

"To weeks? That's a long time, you know."

"Yeah."

"I was thinking about something," Emma said, "You know how I love you, right?"

"Right?"

"And I was thinking… I know it's even faster than saying ´I love you's´ to each other, but I want to ask, if maybe… We could move in together soon?"

"Really?" Jack asked, "Yes, of course! I mean, we have known each other for a half a year soon."

"Just my thought." Emma smiled, "I mean, Erica could take your old room and move in with Sophie, and you could come live with me?"

"Sounds like a plan, but how are we gonna tell them?"

"Let me think about that…" Emma considered, "Yes, I know. You take care of that, and I'll…"

"Hey, hey, hey! I take care of that?" Jack asked.

"It's just easier for you honey." Emma smiled, "You tell them today or tomorrow, and I'll talk to you later, bye.."

She hung up.

"Phew," she said, "That was a fun conversation."

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"Will you look at this beach, Ben?" Shelly exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air, and running into the water.

"It's beautiful." Ben said, placing their picnic basket in the sand.

He took off his shirt and went to his wife.

"Hi Mrs. Geller." Ben said.

"Hi…" Shelly smiled, kissing him, "Would you look at this water Ben? It's so silent, and deep. And mysterious."

"Yeah, you want to go in?"

"Sure!" Shelly exclaimed, "I just hope there aren't any sharks!"

Okay, short chapter, but I just needed to have that Jack/Emma conversation in now, before next chapter. Tell me if you still read this. Leave a review to me, 'cause it doesn't feel like anyone is reading this. Thanks. Stessa.