I hope people are still reading this haha..

"Hey babe," Trevor greeted, when he opened the door of his apartment to see Rachel standing there.

"Hey sweetiepie," she replied, stepping into his living room.

Trevor closed the door behind her and watched her put her stuff down on the couch.

"I missed you all week," Rachel whined, wrapping her arms around his neck and engulfing him in a passionate kiss.

He pulled away and whispered, "I've missed that beautiful face of yours."

She smiled and he leaned in to kiss her again.

"So how is college life treating you?"

Rachel replied," It's okay, I guess. I really like the courses I took, but some of my teachers really seem like they have sticks up their asses."

He chuckled and brushed some stray hair out of her eyes. "Aww. Well you know, that's how it is. You get some good ones and some bad ones."

She sighed and nodded along. "So what movie are we watching tonight?"

Every Friday (well for the past few Fridays anyway, since they'd started dating), she and Trevor would rent a movie and spend the night cuddling together.

"Cujo. Have you seen it?"

Rachel shook her head. "No. Isn't it scary?"

Trevor nodded. "Yup!"

"So why'd you rent a scary movie? You have to protect me!"

He smiled evilly. "Oh I will. I only rented a scary movie because I love it when you get scared & crawl into my lap and bury your face in my neck. God, I absolutely adore cuddling with you!"

Her heart melted and she softly kissed him again. "God, you are so cute."

"I know. You didn't have to tell me that."

Rachel swatted his chest. Hard. "Shut up." She added, "I'm going to go put on my pajamas; you pop in the DVD."

"Okay. Do you want popcorn?"

"Nah, only if you're going to eat some. I'll take a few pieces from you."

"Mmhmm, sounds good."

"I'll be right back," she informed him, grabbing her bag from the sofa.

Trevor watched her walk away and then proceeded to do as he was told.

As Rachel emerged from the bathroom, his reaction was quite funny. "Well...those are new pajamas!"

She nodded. "And?"

"What happened to the ones from last week?"

"Eh, they're still there! I just really liked these." She was dressed in a satin short sleeved top and matching long pajama bottoms.

"You know, you're the only person I know who can cover EVERYTHING up and still look so hot," he told her.

"Why thank you!" she replied, tossing her duffel bag on the floor next to the door and heading to sit next to him on the couch. She settled herself comfortably on his lap when her gaze locked with his.

She saw that familiar shine in his eyes that she noticed he had every time he was unbelievably attracted to her, although now was a time she couldn't understand it.

Rachel leaned him and planted what was meant to be a soft peck on his lips. As she pulled away, she felt his teeth grab onto her lips and he shoved his tongue into her mouth. As their tongues battled for control of the kiss, Trevor ran his hands rapidly over her ass, emitting a moan from her lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her.

She nodded, affirming that it was on.

It was over all too soon though. His nimble fingers had already ripped off her pajama top and were currently fiddling with her bra clasp. As they undid it and her bra fell to the ground, Rachel suddenly found herself becoming unnaturally self-conscious.

"What happened? You stiffened," Trevor noticed.

"I-I-"

"You're beautiful. I don't see what you're so worried about."

She nodded and paused to think for a minute. She got off his lap and bent down to pick up her clothes. His glance didn't leave her for a minute.

"I've never done this with anyone before and I'm not sure I'm ready yet," she told him firmly but sweetly.

The temporary shock soon wore off and he nodded understandingly. "Sure. I know - it's okay, Rach." He helped her put on her bra and then watched her put on her pajama top.

She, surprisingly, resumed her place on his lap and rested her head on his chest. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

Trevor stroked her hair soothingly and whispered. "Shh...you have nothing to be sorry about. I'll wait for you. I'll wait as long as you need."

"Monica, what the hell have you got in those boxes?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow as her friend walked in carrying four giant cartons.

"Childhood...photographs," she panted, setting them down on the ground.

Rachel walked over to try and pick one of the boxes up and put it on the coffee table. "Damn, these are so heavy! You are freakishly strong."

Monica smiled. "I know!"

Ross walked in through the door and laughed. "Mon, what are you up to this time?"

"Photographs," she answered, walking her way towards her brother to give him a hug.

"Hey Rach!" Ross greeted, hugging her tightly and kissing her on the cheek.

"Hi Ross," she replied.

"So you girls are whipping out photographs? What for?"

"Nothing, Rachel just wanted to see some pictures of us when we were younger and you know, didn't know her."

Ross and Rachel exchanged a wink. They had in fact known each other.

"Come, sit," Monica urged.

Rachel took a seat in between the two Geller siblings and watched as Monica removed the lid from one of the boxes. Rachel gasped when she saw the impossibly neat stacks of photographs lying inside of it.

Joey and Chandler walked in through the front door at that exact moment.

"What? Are we missing picture time?" Chandler asked.

Monica smiled. "Yup! Come sit down!"

The two men made their way over to the coffee table and took a seat on the ground next to Ross.

"Ross and Monica - Grades 1-12," Monica announced, reading the title on the lid of the box she had opened.

She whipped out a stack of photographs and passed them down to Rachel, giving an explanation of each. "This was in middle school when me and Ross won Honorable Mention in the Brother-Sister dance category."

Chandler coughed, "Losers."

Ross shot him a look. "For your information, the routine was a brilliant series of dance moves, which you had to see to believe."

Joey stifled a giggle.

Monica continued, "Oh - and this was Ross in second grade when he went with school to the zoo and this monkey ran loose from its cage, and-"

"Oh my God! I remember that!" Rachel laughed.

"Uh...how do you remember that?" Chandler asked. "You weren't there.."

Realizing that she'd almost made the fatal slip, Rachel tried to cover up. "Uh-well-I mean to say-"

"I told her about it!" Ross exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly to be considered normal.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it," Rachel agreed.

Joey, Chandler, and Monica shot them both weird looks.

This is strange,Monica thought. I'll have to ask them about this later...

Ross put his arm around Rachel and gently rubbed her back, as Monica continued to show them the rest of the photographs. When Rachel would see a picture of something that Ross had written to her about, she'd merely look up and exchange a knowing smile with him.

"That's the last of em," Monica announced.

"God, thank God," Chandler sighed.

"Shut up!" Joey argued. "Just because there were some unfortunate pictures of you in there, Chandler, doesn't mean WE didn't have fun laughing at them!"

Monica got up to place the boxes back in the closet; Ross stood up and offered to help her. While the brother and sister duo were busy putting everything away, Joey saw this as an opportunity to strike up a conversation with someone he'd had his eye on for quite a while now.

"So, hey, Rach."

"Hi Joey.."

"How you doin'?"

"Joseph Francis Tribbiani!" Phoebe yelled, as she walked into the apartment. "Don't hit on her!"

Another missed opportunity, Joey thought to himself. But this time, he wouldn't let this stop him.

"So Rach, how you doin'?"

She looked slightly overwhelmed by his forwardness. "Um..I-"

Joey placed his hand on her knee. "Rachel, I really think you're very beautiful and I would love to go out with-"

"Joey!" Phoebe barked. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Well, I was about to-"

"I know you were about to!"

"So why'd you interrupt me, Pheebs?" Joey moaned.

"You can't, Joey, you can't!"

"Why the hell not?"

By this time, Rachel had a really uncomfortable look on her face. Seeing this, Ross called her over.

"Rach!"

"Oh well would you look at that? Ross needs me! I'll be going now," Rachel stuttered.

"Now look what you did!" Phoebe whispered at Joey angrily.

"Rachel, sweetie, what's wrong?"

She hugged Ross tightly. "Nothing, just Joey and Phoebe were you know-"

"Being Joey and Phoebe?"

"You could say," she told him.

He hugged her back and kissed her cheek sweetly. "It's okay. That's how they are - you'll learn to love em."

"I already do, it's just that Joey was asking me on a da-"

Ross' eyes widened. "Joey, he - Joey what?!"

"Asked me to go out with-"

"JOEY?!"

"Ross?" Rachel whispered. "Ross are you okay?"

"Yeah," he assured her softly.

But what he HADN'T anticipated was the not-so-subtle feeling of jealousy that consumed his entire being, and perhaps THAT'S what scared him most.