First FanFic ever! Please R&R!

PS- Ross and Rachel Forever!!!!!! 3

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With or Without You Chapter One- If We Meet and Collide

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

With or without you
With or without you

How could I let Ross go?

Just like that?

Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I’m waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you

Ross, I can’t live without you.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

My hands are tied
My body bruised, she’s got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose

Take me back Ross.

I know you love me.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you

Oh my God. I have to tell Ross.

With or without you
With or without you
I cant live
With or without you
With or without you

I have to tell Ross that I’m still in love with him.

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This story takes place in Season 4. Ross is going to marry Emily Waltham in London. Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Ross are in London for the wedding. Rachel stayed in New York because it would be too awkward for her to attend her ex-boyfriend’s wedding. Phoebe was eight months pregnant with her half brother, Frank Junior’s triplets (she was the surrogate mom), so she was in no position to travel.

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“Joseph Francis Tribbiani Jr.!” Phoebe hollered into the phone. “Do you hear me?”

“Sorry Pheebs,” Joey replied. “I was talking to Felicity, one of the bridesmaids. She’s hot. We hooked up last night.”

“I don’t really care! Rachel’s coming to ruin the wedding! She’s going to tell Ross that she still loves him!”

“What do I do?” Joey asked her.

“STOP HER!” Phoebe exclaimed. “Can you do that?”

Joey laughed but then realized what Phoebe was asking of him. “Dammit Phoebe Buffay! I knew you’d be my death one day! Oh and by the way, I’ve got it covered…”

“Thanks Joe!” Phoebe told him. “Ross can finally marry the British chippy. Now tell me about this bridesmaid of yours!”

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Rachel was on the plane to England. She was debating how to tell Ross that she was still in love with him. Should she flirt a little and beat around the bush? Or should she be direct and to the point and just tell him? It was so confusing!

The pilot’s distinct voice boomed over the loudspeaker. “We shall be landing in London Heathrow Airport in ten minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for descent. Once again, thank you for flying Virgin Atlantic.” Rachel shivered a little. “Okay Rach. This is it. This is your chance to get back your man,” she thought to herself.