The next morning when Ross came down for breakfast he saw Rachel, asleep on the couch, her open book lying on her chest. He walked over and draped a blanket over her, accidentally waking her up. "Good morning! You hungry?" He asked, walking into the kitchen to cut them some coffee cake. "Um, yeah, sure," she said sitting up and rubbing her head, "How did I…?" "It looks to me like you fell asleep." He replied, answering her unfinished question. "Thanks," she sighed, taking a sip of the O.J. he handed her. He lifted her chin up with his forefinger to where they were eyelevel (not noticing the shallowness of her breath). "How are you? I heard you and Paul…. I'm really sorry." He faked a genuinely apologetical expression. "Yeah, sure," she said, "You hated him." "I didn't hate him," he argued, careful not to reveal too much than was necessary, "I just don't think he deserved you." Rachel pondered this, tilting her head -he noticed- to the side in the cute way she usually did, "Please do explain."
"He was nice," Ross began, "He really was, but… you deserve so much more than him. You should be with someone who knows what he has when he has you, and
thanks God every night for making you the wonderful person you are. A man who wakes up every morning and thinks 'Wow, I'm-I'm with Rachel'." He said, "If anyone deserves to be happy its you. You deserve the best of the best, and one day you'll find someone who makes you feel how Carol and I feel together. I promise." He finished. "Thanks Ross," sighed Rachel, leaning her head against his shoulder, "I only hope that I can find someone as sweet as you." She kissed his cheek and got up to go change
"Oh my God," said Carol, "I need to like… sit down. Now." Monica led her over to a chair in the corner of her room. "Really, its not what it looks like" Chandler said. "Oh really? So I didn't just walk in on my brother's best friend and his sister… making out?!" She hissed. "Okay… so it's exactly what it looks like; but it's so much more I swear!" Monica argued, "I mean, we have feelings. I really like him and I think, I hope, he likes me too." He put his hands on her waist and kissed the back of her head "He really does." She turned briefly to smile at him and he winked back. "See?" she asked, turning back to face Carol, "It's not just like… meaningless animal sex-" "you've had SEX?!" she demanded. "…No," Chandler said, "Well maybe a little, but that's not the point here. The point is, it's going really well for us. I've never been in a relationship that's lasted this long. We just don't want to screw this up by telling everyone too soon, don't get me wrong, we will tell everyone at some point, but not quite yet. So please, just don't tell anyone yet.
It would really mean a lot to us." Carol looked back and forth between the two of them and sighed. "Well I'm sure if you're happy I can be happy for you. I'll try to keep your secret."