"A Saturday morning and I can't even sleep," Ross groaned to himself. He had been twisting and turning all morning, but had failed to succumb to sleep. After last night's dinner he couldn't get his mind off Rachel, who had been avoiding him ever since and he knew that they would have to talk eventually. When they would talk was another question mark.

He jumped slightly when he heard a soft knock on his door and sat up. He saw Rachel standing at the doorway and he felt his heart race.

"Can we talk," she whispered so quietly that he could barely hear her.

"Yeah." He smiled at her and patted a spot on his bed and Rachel joined him. They sat bed with their legs crossed as if they were having a sleepover and Rachel couldn't help but gaze at him. She felt herself grow weaker and weaker the longer she studied his features and to his surprise she reached out and ran a hand through his hair, realizing what she was doing, she quickly stopped herself and this earned a look from Ross.

"I was fixing your hair. You know how messy it looks in the morning," Rachel said quickly. At this he shrugged and Rachel silently applauded herself for thinking so quick. He nervously played with his hands for a bit before looking up at her.

"So… about last night…," Ross said trailing off.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your night. I was just really upset."

"About what?"

She seriously contemplated about if she should tell him the truth. Yes it would be wonderful to finally tell him about her feelings, but things would change between them and she didn't know if it would be a positive or negative one. She suddenly remembered how happy he was with Emily and decided against it. Ross deserved to be happy even if she wasn't.

"It was nothing. I just got into an argument with my father," she lied.

"Oh." Ross looked away, he could've sworn it was because of something else.

"Why? You don't believe me?"

"No it's just… you seemed like you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous," she snapped angrily as she folded her arms and pouted.

"Okay then. I'll drop it."

An awkward silence between them, each with different thoughts running through their heads and once again she considered telling him the truth. There would be no more Emily, she would have Ross to herself again, and Monica would be ecstatic and probably start planning their wedding. He would love her just as much as she loved him. As she glanced at him and studied him for a second she could picture herself with him. Fixing him breakfast in bed or stealing sweet kisses from him whenever were alone. And at that point she stopped listening to her head and instead to her heart, but before she could say anything he spoke up first.

"Can I tell you something?"

Anything," she said breathlessly.

She thought nothing of it when he moved off the bed and pulled out a small box from a drawer. Her finally widened when she noticed that it was just any little box. It was small and square, as if if he were about to propose.

He opened the it and she saw a beautiful ring with a large diamond sat there, looking absolutely stunning that it would be impossible to say no to.

"I'm going to ask Emily to marry me." Her heart shattered. That was it. He was gone. He was going to marry someone else.

"Wow. That's... that's something."

"I know," he said, still smiling.

"When are you going to ask her?" Sure she was devastated, but when she saw the excitement and happiness etched across his face she can't help but smile a little bit. He was… happy.

"I don't know. I think I'm going to wait until our anniversary. But that's good because then I'll have more time to plan out how I'm going to propose."

"Don't you think you're rushing it though? You guys haven't been dating that long."

"True, but we dated for a year while I was in London."

"Well then I guess you have it all figured out," she snapped, trying her best to control her jealously, but she was failing miserably. Ross noticed the tone in her voice and is reminded of last night.

"You don't this is a good idea do you," he said solemnly and she felt bad when she saw the disappointment in his eyes.

"It's not that it's just… this is a big deal. You don't want to do something that you might end up regretting."

"I know, but I want to get married."

"But are you sure it's something you want right?. Could you spend the rest of you life with her?"

Ross was speechless at this and he stammered on his answer

"I… I don't know."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Because she wants to get married."

"So you're just going to do everything she says. If she told you to go back to London would you do it," she asked angrily.

"Rachel it's not like that."

"Then it explain it to me. Because it sounds like you don't have the backbone to tell her no."

"I'm doing this because I love her," he defended.

"Are you?"

"Yeah. Of course I do," he said nervously and she could still tell he wasn't 100 percent sure he wanted this. And the more he thought about it, the more he remembered that Emily has been hinting that if she didn't see a ring soon that she would go back to England. It was either get married or break up.

"Well then I guess you're getting married," she said bitterly. She pulled him for a hug, burying her face in his shoulder, trying to stop tears from falling.

"I know your not too crazy about Emily, but it means the world to me that your happy about this."

Rachel doesn't say anything back continues to hug him. What he doesn't know that she was suffering every minute she was with him. She let a tear slip down her cheek and held on to him even tighter.

It had been almost a week since Ross's announcement and so far Rachel had been good at avoiding him. Unfortunately she was now stuck watching Emily kiss him goodbye as he left for work.

"Bye sweetie I'll miss you," Emily managed in between kisses.

"I'll miss you too, but if I don't go right now then I'll really be late for class," Ross said as he tried to leave, but once again Emily pulled him back for another kiss.

Rachel tried to bury her herself in the magazine she was reading, hoping to block them out, but she couldn't.

"Okay fine, but after work I made reservations at the restaurant. I'll call you okay?"

"Yeah," Ross says. He loved Emily, but he was starting to get annoyed. He never had time for himself anymore, let alone Rachel, who had been avoiding him ever since he had told her about proposing to Emily, something he wasn't sure he wanted anymore. He kissed her one last time before he finally broke away and made his way to Rachel.

"Have fun talking about your dinosaurs," she teased.

"You know I will." He kissed her forehead and waved goodbye to both before finally leaving.

Emily watched as Rachel read her magazine and frowned. She had been getting even more worried about worried about her relationship with Ross and had purposely made sure he spent less time with Rachel, but that had only been pushing them apart. She thought some more about the problem before she finally realized that she would have to take things into her own hands.

She walked up to Rachel and politely asked to speak with her.

"Okay,"Rachel said, a confused look on her face.

"Look Rachel I know you and Ross have been friends for a long time and all but…"

"But what," Rachel snapped angrily.

"You spend too much time with each other. How do you think that makes me feel? I am his girlfriend after all," she says putting a lot of emphasis on the world girlfriend and Rachel rolled her eyes.

"And your point is," she said putting her hands on her hips.

"You need to back off. Even if me and Ross don't work out, which I'm not saying we won't, he'll find someone else. And he'll never be happy if he has you with him all the time."

"I still don't get your…"

"Rachel we both care about Ross. We both want him to be happy. You need to give him some space. I mean he's always saying that he made a mistake coming back here."

"He said that," Rachel asked, hurt now in her expression.

"Yes he did. He's always spending time with you and making sure that you're okay that he can't even take care of himself. So I'm asking that if you truly care about him then you'll step back."

"But he's my best friend."

"Rachel let's be honest. When Ross and I get married and have children do you really think he'll be around to be your friend. He'll have bigger and better things to worry about. I'm only doing this to help you out. Cut him out of your life before it gets too difficult."

Rachel nods and before Emily can say another word to her, she quickly leaves, tears in her eyes while Emily looks on happily.

Rachel meanwhile walks all the way home and suddenly bumps into someone.

"I'm so sorry I didn't…" Rachel started, but is relieved to see Monica.

"Hey Rach… what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just had a talk with Emily."

"I knew it! I knew their was something about her I didn't like. What did she do?"

"She didn't do anything Monica. She was just telling me the truth."

"Which is what," Monica demands.

"That if I'm really Ross's friend then I should stop spending so much time with him."

"Are you serious? That's insane! I swear when I see her I'll…," Monica rants, but Rachel stops her.

"No you can't Mon! And please don't tell Ross."

"I have to. He would break up with her in a second if he found out."

"No you can't and she's right. We spend too much time together and maybe it will help me get over him."

"Rach listen to yourself. You're falling into her little plan. She's just jealous of the relationship you have with him. He loves you."

"Well either way it's not healthy for me to spend so much time with him."

"Rachel he'll be devastated. I know my brother."

"He'll have Emily."

"But he loves you. You're his best friend."

"And Emily is his girlfriend and soon to be wife. End of story," Rachel said walking off, leaving a frustrated Monica in her wake.

Rachel finally arrived at their apartment and immediately went to her room, sitting in silence for awhile before letting tears escape from her eyes and when she spots a picture of her and Ross, she quickly moves it to the bottom of her drawer. And buries her head into her pillow, hoping that sleep will take her mind off him.

A few hours later she felt herself being awaken by the one person she has been trying to avoid and the first thing she sees is his beautiful hazel eyes, her weak spot.

She let out a groan. What was he doing to her?

"Rach come on and get out of bed, it's movie night."

"No thanks I think I'll skip," Rachel muttered, her head buried in her pillow.

"Come on Rachel. We never spend any time together anymore."

"Maybe that's a good thing."

"How is that a good thing? We never see see each other anymore," Ross said.

"Well you have Emily. Maybe you should spend more time with her."

"Rachel I canceled my plans with Emily for you. Do you not like spending time with me anymore?"

"I do, but I just think if you plan on marrying her then you should spend time with her and not me."

"To be honest I'm not even sure about if I want to be with her. She's been suffocating me and she's always calling me. It's starting to get annoying," he revealed as he thought back to how she had called him 6 times in the last hour, demanding to know where he was.

"Did you ever think it was because she loves you Ross?"

"Yeah that's what I thought, but I think she doesn't want me spending time with you. I think she's jealous."

"Maybe. I don't know."

A silence follows and Rachel waited for him to leave, but she could still hear his breathing. She finally looked up to see him smiling.

"So are you going to sit here and watch me sleep?"

"Well there's nothing else to do and you seem upset."

"I'm not," she retorted.

"Still… are you sure about movie night? The offer still stands," he said giving her the most adorable smile and she almost fell for it, but she remembered what Emily said and refuses.

"No thanks. I think I'm gonna go to sleep early." Ross kissed her cheek and she turned extremely red, thankfully he didn't notice.

"I hope you feel better. You can't avoid me forever Green," he added jokingly.

Thanks to everyone who's still reading this story and to Exintaris, thanks for reviewing every chapter that I've done. I love reading your feedback.