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Because of the lack of curtains in her room, the sunlight had began to stream into her bedroom causing Rachel to wake up from her deep sleep.

She blinked her eyes slowly and rubbed them a few times before she looked around. She could barely remember last night which meant she had gotten drunk which meant she probably had fun with Ross. She could recall the countless times they had gotten drunk when they were teenagers because she, Ross, and Monica would sneak some of their parents cheap alcohol.

She moved a hand to her head and groaned when she felt a horrible headache coming on. She buried her head in her pillow for a few minutes, just wishing it would go away.

"I hate my life."

After 10 minutes of internal conflict she finally got up and dragged her feet to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth before she looked at herself. Familiar blue eyes stared back at her before she turned away.

Her thoughts suddenly flew to Ross. He was probably reading the newspaper or something. He never was one to sleep in late, even on weekends, something that she admired because she hated waking up early.

She brushed her hair for a few moments and piled it up into a messy ponytail before she caught site of the sticky note that was on her bathroom mirror.

She snatched it and read the small and neat handwriting that was squeezed onto the tiny note.

Good Morning! I hope you feel better this morning. I know you had a pretty rough night, but if

you're up for it you can join me in the kitchen for breakfast. I picked you up some blueberry muffins

since I know they're your favorite.

- Ross

"So sweet," she whispered to herself.

She smiled to herself as walked back into her room and to her closet where she kept her "Ross box."

Inside the box were childhood pictures from Christmas, Vacations, Birthdays, and other holidays they had spent together. As she dug further into the box she came across stacks of Valentine's Day cards that he had given to her over the years and notes they had written to eachother while he was gone. Her hand grazed a picture of her and Ross from her graduation and she grinned. It had been taken a few months before he had left for London. He had his arms wrapped around her waist and was smiling down at her, proud as ever that his best friend had graduated high school while Rachel just smiled into the camera, also happy that he was there.

But as she stared at the photo and studied their expressions, something confused her. The way Ross was looking at her made her squint a little. Was it a look of love in his eyes or was she just over-thinking everything the whole situation?

She brushed it off and tucked the note inside the box carefully before putting it back in her closet, the photo still haunting her. She managed to make her way into the kitchen and was hit by the smell of freshly made coffee and the sight of Ross sitting at the kitchen table.

When he heard soft footsteps he turned his head to see Rachel in a robe and fuzzy slippers and his smile grew. There were some people that could just hop out of bed and still look gorgeous and Rachel was one of those people. Her blue eyes were big and alert with curiosity with her hair piled into a messy ponytail, but she still looked gorgeous as usual.

"Morning," she whispered as she took a seat across from him.

He took a sip of his coffee and put it down gently.

"Good Morning and how did we sleep?"

"I slept great, but I feel horrible. Geez Geller why did you let me drink so much," she asked jokingly.

He laughed along with her. "Well you were having so much fun and I didn't want to ruin it. Do you want coffee?"

"Yes please."

She watched as he moved to get coffee, setting up her breakfast for her. He pulled a blueberry muffin out of a brown bag and put it on her plate.

"Thanks Ross."

"No problem." He watched as she mixed in sugar and milk with her coffee and took a sip before looking at him, giving him a warm smile.

"I seriously can't remember anything. Last night is a blur," she stated, putting a hand to her forehead.

"That's what happens when you get too drunk," he replied and she could hear the humor in his voice.

"I am never taking another sip of alcohol."

"So you don't remember anything you said to me last night?Nothing at all?" He let his mind wander back to last night and a blush crept on his cheeks when he remembered how she had kissed him.

"No. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." They both could tell when the other was lying and Rachel knew his voice only squeaked when he wasn't telling the truth.

"Ross why did you ask?"

At this he coughed a little and averted his eyes. "You umm might have… umm said some stuff."

Her eyes widened in shock because she could not remember anything. "What did I say."

"Something about umm… you wanting us to have sex," he said quickly.

She put her head on the table. "No," she moaned. "Please tell me you're lying."

"I'm not."

"I am so sorry Ross. I cannot believe I did that." Her face was extremely pink, much to Ross's amusement.

"It's fine."

"Is that all I did," she asked, giving him a worried look. "Please tell me that's the only thing I did."

Knowing that she would probably never want to show her face again, he decided to leave out the part about her kissing him.

"No. That's the only thing." She sighed in relief at this.

"Well thank you for putting me to bed."

A comfortable silence enveloped the room and Ross watched Rachel's movements carefully. He remembered that he forgotten to ask her something.

"Rach?"

"Hmm."

"I forgot to mention it to you last night, but my parent invited us to dinner. Monica and Chandler are coming too. Do you want to come?"

He got his answer when he saw the smile on her face. Hi sighed to himself. He loved when she smiled, it lit up his entire morning.

"Of course. I haven't seen them in a while, but I'm so excited. Your parents always treated me like I was their own daughter."

"Well then it's a date." Ross realizes what he says and looks up at Rachel, who seems to have a confused expression.

"A date?"

"Not a date… I meant umm… like a umm…," he said getting flustered.

"It's okay Ross I get it. Do you want to come shopping with me? I have nothing to wear for tonight."

"Sorry Rach, but if I do then I'll never make it out the store. And besides why do you need to go shopping? It's only dinner with my parents."

"I want to look nice."

"You don't need a new dress to look nice Rach. You're already gorgeous."

She blushed at his compliment.

"Thanks Ross." They both stood and emptied their dishes in the sink.

"Just speaking the truth."

"I'm sorry about my parents. I didn't know they would ask you that many questions."

She gave him a reassuring smile. He always seem to be apologizing for things that weren't even his fault.

"It's fine. I always think of them as second parents anyways. They always treated my like I was part of the family."

They had just come back from their dinner at the Geller household. It had been a little tension, but of course Chandler had cracked a couple of jokes, easing the tension in the dining room.

His parents were excited to see Rachel, but the questioning had started right after dinner was served and that was when it had gotten awkward. Of course they had questioned Monica and Chandler about their relationship and once Mrs. Geller was satisfied she moved on to Ross and Rachel.

She had tried to be very subtle, but his father just simply asked them point blank if they were dating. Ross had knocked over his glass of wine and started to get flustered while Monica and Chandler looked on, amused, and Rachel just sat back quietly, her cheeks turning pinker by the minute.

After Ross had insisted that he and Rachel were just friends, much to his parents disappointment, they moved on to another topic, babies. Once again Ross had knocked over his wine, but this time it landed on Rachel, who was happy to have an excuse to leave the table. But it hadn't stopped there. After dessert all the women had decided to go into the kitchen. Monica let her mother fuss over at her for awhile and then watched as she questioned Rachel even more. So after finally convincing his parents that they were not dating, they left for home and were now having coffee at Central Perk.

"But still I feel bad. And then I spilled wine on you."

"Ross it's fine," she said trying to reassure him.

He was about to apologize again when they were interrupted by a handsome young man with blond hair, who seemed to have a certain smug look on his face.

"Rachel… Rachel Green."

Rachel squints at him for a bit, having no idea who he is, but Ross immediately recognizes him and his temper flares.

"I'm sorry but I have no idea who you are."

"It's me Chip Matthews… from high school."

"Oh hi."

"You look great."

She blushed a little at his compliment and Ross felt like hitting Chip in the face. This was the guy that she had dated in high school, the same one who had constantly pressured her to have sex with him, the same one who had ditched her at prom and leaving Ross to take her, and here she was giggling over a compliment he had given her. Something that Ross did all the time.

"Thank you. Oh and you remember Ross Geller right."

"Oh yeah the dude you hung out with. You used to talk about dinosaurs all the time. Hey what happened to your glasses?"

"I got contacts," he said coldly, glaring at Chip. "Where's your helmet? You used to love carrying it around school and brag to everyone that you were on the football team," he asked sarcastically.

Rachel, sensing the tension turned her attention back to Chip. She noticed the arrogant look on his face, but decided to look past it.

"So are you passing by or do you live in the city?"

"Actually I live about 15 minutes away. I just came here for some coffee. Do you want to join me?"

Rachel looks at Ross, not wanting him to feel left out and gives Chip an apologetic look.

"Well Ross and I are having coffee so I don't…"

"It's okay Rach. I was about to head home anyways, have fun." He kissed her cheek and nodded at Chip before leaving. As he stepped outside, he glanced through the window and saw her staring back at him, a look of sadness apparent in her eyes. He waved and continued his way down the sidewalk.

As Rachel listened to Chip brag about himself, she kept letting her mind wander to Ross. For some odd reason she felt kind of guilty, like she was cheating on him or something.

But they were only friends. She didn't think of him as more than a brother, so there was no way she could have feelings for him. Right?