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"So big bro tell me why Rachel sprinted out the coffee house yesterday? Seriously I've never seen her run so fast," Monica said as she set a mug in front of him. He graciously thanked her as he took a seat in the kitchen table.

"It's been like that for the last few weeks Monica."

Monica shook her head as she took a seat across from him. Silence rang through the room before their ears were met with the sound of glass breaking.

"Damn't," Monica cursed and Ross watched as she got rid of the broken mug. He tilted his head slightly when he noticed how she flinched every few seconds.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

"But you…"

"Let's stop talking about me. What I want to know is why Rachel has been avoiding us."

"I kissed her." Once again silence filled through the room and Ross was surprised when Monica did not speak, but instead just sipped her coffee.

"Well I can't say I'm too surprised. It was only a matter of time." She gave him a smile, much to Ross's disbelief.

"Uh okay. Well anyways it was a few weeks ago, my birthday actually."

"After the whole Emily thing," she said and Ross nodded. "So you just kissed her? Totally random," she added.

"I know it was pretty stupid, but after everything that happened with Emily, I just felt horrible for what she did to her. She never even said anything. We're supposed to be best friends."

"Yeah I guess, but Emily really got to her. She felt like she couldn't talk to you anymore."At this he buried his face in his hands.

"I'm horrible."

Monica shrugged and accidentally knocked over another mug. She cursed to herself before kneeling down to sweep up the mess and Ross stared at her suspiciously.

"Monica calm down. You've been fidgety all this morning."

"I'm fine. Everything's fine… just fine," she stuttered.

"Monica."

"We don't need to talk about me. Let's talk about you and Rachel."

"No let's talk about you and why you're so jumpy."

"Ross we really should wait for Chandler and Rachel to get here."

"Why can't you tell me now? I'm your brother."

"Because I know you're going to freak out on me," she said as she scooped up the remains of the broken mug.

"Monica I won't. I promise," he pleaded, giving her the puppy dog face and Monica cannot say no to it.

She took a deep breath and nervously took a ring out her pocket and he watched as she slid it onto her finger.

"What is this?"

"Ross… Chandler proposed." He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Monica and then at the ring again.

"I can't believe this," he said to himself.

"Ross you promised. You promised you wouldn't freak out," she pleaded

"That was before I found out that my baby sister was getting married," he hissed.

The door opened to reveal Rachel, but to her surprise no one noticed. When she saw Ross holding Monica's hand, she was even more confused.

"What's going on guys," she asked in a quiet voice. She watched as Ross gave her a quick glance before turning back to Monica.

"Please don't be mad Ross. I'm happy," she said as she gave him a reassuring smile, but it did nothing to dispel his anger.

He stood there and stared at the ring, his whole body trembling while Monica just looked on, unable to say anything.

"Is this a joke?"

The door opened again and Chandler strolled in and both women watched in horror as Ross moved towards him.

"There you are Bing!"

"Hey Ross," he said nervously.

"Take a seat," he ordered, grabbing Chandler by the arm and pushing him into a chair next to Monica.

"Ross what are you doing," Monica yelled, but he ignored her.

"So tell me why my little sister has an engagement ring on her finger Bing!"

"Because I proposed to her," Chandler said quietly. At this Monica took his hand, causing Ross to turn red with anger.

"So this is what friends do huh? First you mess around with my sister while I'm gone in London and…"

"You know I love her."

"Actually I don't!"

"This is ridiculous. You're not her dad," Chandler argued.

"But I am her brother."

"Exactly you're just her brother so leave us alone," Chandler said as he stood up. He and Ross were now face to face, both of them angry, their fists clenched, and their breathing rough.

"What kind of friend are you?"

"You really aren't the one to be lecturing about friendship. After everything you put Rachel through," Chandler added. At this Ross put his head down in shame as he took a glance at Rachel.

"Come on guys stop it. This is going way too far," Monica scolded.

Before she could say another word, Ross walked past them and reached for the door knob when he heard Rachel's voice.

"Don't go."

Ross stopped, shocked that Rachel was actually speaking to him and he turned to see a small smile plastered on her face.

"Rach you're actually talking to me," he said in amazement.

"Ross I know you're upset, but Chandler loves her. Don't you want her to be happy?"

"I do it's just… Rach she's my sister," he revealed, his voice breaking by the second.

I know she's your sister, but Chandler is also one of your best friends. Wouldn't you rather it be him than someone else?"

"Yeah I guess." Rachel pulled him in for a tight hug, holding on for dear life and relishing in the fact that she was in his arms again.

"I'm sorry guys." Rachel held on to him and they all felt relieved when Chandler walked towards them, his hand outstretched.

"It's fine. If I had a sister then I probably would've done the same thing."

"Really?"

"No," Chandler answered honestly and they all laughed.

Ross watched as the soon to be husband and wife kissed and whispered to each other about their upcoming nuptials.

"Come on Ross. They probably want some alone time together."

Ross and Rachel and congratulated them again before leaving the apartment to give the newly engaged couple some private time. Once they were outside the apartment, Ross turned away from Rachel and let out a deep sigh.

"I know it's been… awkward between us and everything, but do you want to go out for lunch? I think we need to talk and I know I've been putting it off, but I think we need to figure out what's going on between us."

She looked at him expectantly and he nodded.

"Yeah, but let's just get takeout. I think we should talk in private."

She nodded in agreement as he took her hand and led them down the stairs.

"You really think they're happy," Ross asked as he dumped their plates in the sink.

"I think they are. They've been together for a while."

"It's weird," he admitted, taking a seat on the couch and running a hand through his hair as Rachel took a seat next to him.

"He really loves her. He told me he always said he wouldn't get married, but he said Monica changed his whole view on everything."

"Yeah I guess," he sighed. He was happy for them, but it just felt strange knowing that his little sister would be getting married before him.

Rachel laid her head in his lap and made a funny face in an effort to get him to laugh.

"Come on Geller cheer up," she teased.

He smiled at her attempt and kissed her cheek.

"I missed this."

She crinkled her face in confusion and gives him a look.

"What?"

"You. Us being together like we used to."

At this she sat up and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Things changed between us Ross."

"Yeah but… can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"Why didn't you tell me what Emily had said? If I would've known then I would've broken up with her sooner."

"I wanted you to be happy," she answered, her voice so low that Ross could hardly hear her.

"I was less happier because I felt like I didn't have my best friend."

"It was hard to talk talk to you because I… developed strong feelings. I couldn't talk to you as just your best friend anymore."

"I love you Rach."

"As a friend or something more?"

"I love you as my friend."

At this she frowned and she couldn't hide the disappointment. Her heart was breaking all over again.

"Oh."

"But I realized that I was in love with you and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Emily was… a mistake and that relationship almost cost me the person that I know I'm supposed to be with and… all I know is that I love you and we belong together," he finished.

She smiled to herself as a silence engulfed the room. Ross continued to stroke her hair as she played with his hands.

"You know what sucks the most?"

"What?"

"We could probably be married with kids or something," she added sadly.

"Probably," he agreed. He felt her grip on him tighten and looked over to see her giving him a very seductive stare. He did not protest when she kissed him nor did he object when he felt her on top of him, making them both sink down onto the couch as their hands began to grope each other

Only when she felt him tug at the hem of her shirt did Rachel realize that they might be making a mistake.

She broke away reluctantly and opened her eyes to find Ross staring at her.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking…"

She was cut off when he kissed her with just as much passion, showing that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. When their legs became tangled he moved his mouth to her ear and felt her kiss his neck.

"Do you… want to… move this into my room," he asked. She nodded and wrapped her legs around his waist as he stumbled into his bedroom, their lips still attached.

He kicked the door open and carefully walked them over to his bed, gently laying her down as he made his on top of her.

"I love you," he whispered, making direct eye contact with her.

"I love you too," she replied as he began to strip her of her clothes. Their bodies molded together as they sunk down into the bed.

Ross collapsed next to her, his breathing shallow and rough, but his mood was lifted when he feels her cuddle up next to him.

"That was amazing," she sighed.

"I know. You're so beautiful," he said as he moved in to kiss her. She blushed as he continued to stare and she felt her heart flutter at the sight of his smile.

"Ross."

"Hmm," he responded, kissing her neck. A moan escaped her lips as she stroked his chest.

"You know I love you right?"

"I know. You know I love you too right?" She gave him a mischievous smile and crawled on top of him, resting her head in the crook of his neck as he moved a hand to her stomach.

She in turn moved her hands through his thick black hair and messes it up in the process.

"Rachel Green did you just mess up my hair," he asked jokingly and once again she giggled, making him fall for her even more.

He pulled her in for a kiss when their ears are greeted to the annoying ring of his phone. They both ignore it and continue making out, but stop when they hear his answering machine.

"Hi Ross this is umm Emily. I know you're probably wondering why I'm calling but the truth is that I miss you. I didn't want to break up and I'm still in love with you Ross. I know you love me too and I want another chance with you. I know what I said about Rachel was bad but I know I could make you happier. It just seems such a shame to let us go to waste. We could've been engaged Ross. We could be living in London like we planned. I know I let me jealousy get in the way of us but I promise it won't happen again. I trust you and I love you. And I would love to see you again. Just call me back when you get this message so we can talk."

Ross leaned back, stunned by this new round of information. He couldn't believe this was happening to him and with Rachel practically laying on top of him.

"Rach I'm so sorry about that I…" He stopped when he saw the look of confusion on her face and he began to sweat. He knew he was in trouble.

For some reason only one part of the message stuck in her mind.

We could be living in London like we planned.

She rolled off of him and sat up slowly, replaying the message in her head and hoping that it didn't mean what she thought it had meant because if it did then Ross would have a lot of explaining to do.

"What did she mean about London?"

At this he turned away from her. Guilt was now starting suffocating him as he thought of a way to tell her.

"Ross!"

He turned to Rachel and saw the scared expression on her face. He grabbed her hands, rubbing them softly before speaking up.

"Me and Emily were planning on moving back to London."

She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh before glaring at him.

"And when were you going to tell me?"

"I don't know," he said sheepishly.

As soon she heard this she pushed him off her, causing Ross to fall to to the floor with a loud thunk.

"Oww."

He rubbed his head and sat up a bit, only to be met with a pillow to the face. He covered his face as she hit him a few more times.

"How… could… you… not… tell… me… you… jerk," she said as she continued to whack him with the pillow.

"Rach I'm sorry," Ross apologized after she finally stopped hitting him. He watched as she got dressed and made her way to the door.

He quickly slid on his clothes as well and beat her to it. He blocked her way and she huffed in frustration. He felt her bury her face in his chest and knew she was crying when he felt his shirt become wet.

"Rach I'm sorry. I know I'm a idiot. I know I should've told…"

"You're a liar and you don't care about anyone else's feelings!"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"And that's just going to make everything better Ross! Were you going to even tell me?"

At this Ross stayed silent and Rachel looked at him in horror.

"You weren't going to tell me were you," she asked quietly. She backed away from him in disgust and his face crumpled.

"Rach please… just hear me out," he pleaded, but she put a hand up.

"You know what the worst thing is?" At this Ross shook his head and she continued. "You're the only person who can hurt me like this."

"Rach…"

"And watching you leave five years ago was one of the hardest things I had to deal with, harder than watching you with Emily. And to know that you were about to do it again is just…" she stopped as she started crying again, but she refused to hold on to him for support.

"Rach I'm sorry."

"You weren't going to tell me. Is that how how you wanted to start off our relationship? Lies."

"Of course not. Rach just let me explain. Please," he begged as he looked at her.

"I can't be with someone who I can't trust," she stated.

"I'm stupid, I'm really stupid, but don't give up on me. You have to fight for us."

She shook her head, more tears slipping down her cheek as she watched him fall to his knees. Just the sight of him made her kneel down at his level and she was just about to kiss him when she felt herself have a flashback to five years ago.

"So your leaving me all alone?"

"This is an amazing opportunity for me. This school is very prestigious and they really want me."

"But it's in London."

"I know, but I can't let this pass me up. Rach this is a once in a lifetime thing..."

"So your leaving," she interrupted.

"I have to. I'm sorry. If I could I would bring you with me," he admitted.

"I can't believe I'm not going to get to see you everyday."

"Me too Rach." They held each other for a while, neither letting this information fully sink in.

And she remembered how depressed she had been for months afterwards. How she had nearly failed all her classes and how she just slept and cried all day. It had taken a while to get used to the fact that he was gone, but even then she had never been right.

And she would not allow it to happen to herself again.

"I don't want you." He looked at her for a moment, trying to register what she had said.

"Rach I… I broke up with her for you. You were the main reason I came back from London. You know I would never do anything to purposely hurt you."

"I can't be with someone who I can't trust," she repeated as she stood up. "The only thing I wish is that I would've told you sooner," she said softly. She wipes a stray tear from his cheek.

"Me too," he said nodding.

At that point there was nothing he could do to convince her. They were over before it had even started.

She walked past him, trying to hold her head high, but it would not hide the look of sadness and regret, but yet she refused to let another tear fall down her cheek. Her pride got in the way and she refused to look back at him. If she did she would fall for his gaze and crawl right back into his arms.

She would not let him comfort her, he wasn't going to rescue her. She was not his to save anymore. He wasn't her prince charming.

He was just… Ross. And just the thought of that made a tear slip down her cheek.