Disclaimer: This was inspired by the movie "Fifteen and Pregnant." I do not own the rights to any of the characters from FRIENDS in this story. They belong to Bright-Kauffman-Crane and to NBC.

Someone to Hold

Chapter One

"My parents are divorced," fourteen-year-old Rachel Green said with an aggravated sigh as she lay on the bed in her sixteen-year-old boyfriend's bedroom.

"It just gets worse from then on," Joey replied with a cool laugh. "Don't worry about it. Just relax. Let me take care of you."

"I'm nervous, Joey," Rachel replied.

"Just relax, baby. Don't think about anything, alright? Just look at me and let Joey take care of you." Rachel looked up at Joey with worry in her eyes. He was who she had been seeing for the past few months. She thought he was the one. He was always taking her to parties and introducing her to everyone. She figured that she might as well lose her virginity to him, because he was the one she thought she was going to be with forever.

She closed her eyes as Joey's lips closed in on hers, and a chill ran up her spine. She didn't know what to do. She was scared and she knew it was going to hurt. She just kept her eyes closed and let Joey do everything, because she knew that he was the one that was going to take care of her because her family was broken. Her dad had moved out and she was stuck with her bitch of a mother and her older and younger sister.

"Joey," Rachel whispered as pain overtook her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and waited until it was over.

"Rachel Karen Green, get your butt down stairs right now! You'll be late for school!" Sandra Green called down from the kitchen of their house. Since the divorce, Sandra had to move into a smaller home and she didn't have maids or cooks anymore. She was doing everything by herself.

Rachel's feet hit the steps of the stairs as she hurried down them, knowing she was late, but not caring. She didn't care about much of anything now that her family was torn apart.

"Why can't I go stay at dad's?" Rachel asked. "At least dad gives a damn about what I do."

"What are you talking about?" Sandra asked. "And don't you ever talk to me like that again!"

"You're always fawning over Jill and Amy. Ugh, never mind. I'm leaving."

"But the school bus . . ."

"I'll walk!" Rachel screamed as she ran out of the house. Her mother sighed and shook her head, knowing that this was just the beginning of Rachel's attitude. She got it from her father.

"What's her problem?" Jill asked. "God, I swear she only thinks about herself sometimes."

"Oh and you don't?" Amy asked, pointing out to her sister that she checked her makeup in the mirror at least five times a day.

"I have to go," Jill said. She grabbed her bag and left. Amy, the oldest, looked at her mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry," Amy said.

"Don't worry about it, honey. Your sisters always fight. They're sisters. That's what they're supposed to do." Amy kissed her mother on the cheek and went to catch the school bus.

Meanwhile, Rachel was walking briskly down the sidewalk. She heard the loud motor of Joey's car and spun around excitedly. It had been a month since she had seen him. She missed him and he never called.

"Joey! Where have you been?" she asked as she ran over to the car.

"I'm sorry, babe. I had a thing to do. You need a ride?" Joey asked. He winked at Rachel and she bit her bottom lip and nodded. She jumped in and he kissed her hotly. She pulled away and buckled her seat belt.

"I missed you."

"Hey, don't get all emotional on me. I've been having a rough time with my folks."

"You're not the only one," Rachel pointed out.

As soon as Joey pulled up to the school, he let Rachel out. He drove off, having quit school months ago. She walked into the building to find her best friend Monica Geller. Monica looked quite tired and ragged.

"Monica!" Rachel exclaimed, running up to her friend.

"Hey Rachel," Monica said with yawn.

"What's the matter?" Rachel asked.

"Chloe kept me up all night," Monica replied. "She's teething." Monica was just a few months older than Rachel. She was fifteen now, and she was the mother of two-year-old Chloe.

"Oh, that sucks," Rachel replied. Her eyes lit up.

"What's up with you?"

"I know I haven't said anything about it, but you know how I'm seeing Joey?"

"Yes," Monica replied, rolling her eyes. Joey was all that Rachel talked about these days.

"Well, last month . . . we kind of did it."

"You kind of did it?" Monica asked closing her locker door.

"Well, we did it."

"Rachel . . . you're only fourteen. Why did you give yourself to Joey?!"

"Why not? You had sex with Richard when you were thirteen!"

"Yeah, and I got a baby and a kick to the curb for that," Monica replied. "I haven't seen Richard since the day I told him I was pregnant. Thank God my parents are wonderful, because I could have been on the streets, Rachel."

"Well, it's not like I'm pregnant," Rachel replied shortly.

"Well, let's hope for your sake that you're not. Believe me, having sex isn't so wonderful this young when you get a baby you're totally not ready for. When we get out of school I'll have my brother take us to the clinic just to be safe."

"Your brother? Won't he tell people about this?"

"Ross? No. Ross knew I was pregnant before my parents did. He won't tell anyone."

"I'm not pregnant!"

"I'm not saying you are. It's just better to know for sure."

"Monica . . ."

"Fine!" Rachel replied. The tardy bell rang and Rachel sighed.

"I've got to go." Rachel ran off and Monica watched her walk off. She shook her head and hoped that her friend would come to her senses before she regretted being with Joey. She knew Joey was a player. Joey had tried to get into bed with Monica several times, but he never succeeded. But she knew he had been with a lot of other girls in the school, and Rachel was just another toy to play with.

After school that day, Rachel walked out to the parking lot to find Monica waiting in Ross' car. Ross wasn't there yet, but Rachel got into the back seat anyway. Monica was fidgeting in the front seat.

"Does Ross know about this yet?"

"Yeah. I saw him in the hall before lunch." Ross Geller was sixteen-year- old and the apple of his parents' eyes. Monica was the screw up in their eyes, but they had allowed her to stay at the house when she got pregnant because they loved her. They just knew that she would never fulfill their dreams and expectations.

"He probably thinks I'm a whore," Rachel mumbled.

"No he doesn't. He likes you."

"What?" Rachel asked.

"Haven't you known? Ross has liked you since we were in elementary school," Monica replied.

"I'm sure he doesn't feel the same way now," Rachel said quietly. Monica shrugged. Rachel had never pictured Ross liking her, but she also realized that she never really paid much attention to him.

Ross opened the driver's side door and got behind the wheel. He started the car and glanced in the mirror. Rachel caught his glance and he quickly looked away. As he drove off, Rachel fastened her seat belt. She was seated next to Chloe's car seat. There were cookie crumbs in it and stains on the seat.

"Chloe's a messy baby," Rachel said aloud.

"Well, she's a baby. Having a baby is a messy job." Rachel was quiet until they arrived at the free clinic. Monica went there when she found out she was having Chloe.

"Ross, why don't you wait in the car?" Monica asked.

"I'm not waiting out here. It's hot," Ross replied. He walked into the clinic with the girls and Monica helped Rachel sign in. Rachel looked around to see several girls her age with babies. She felt horrible for them, and was sure that she wasn't pregnant. She couldn't be, could she?

"Do you want me to go in with you?" Monica asked.

"No. I'll be alright," Rachel replied. She followed a nurse to an exam room. Monica and Ross sat down in some waiting chairs.

"You alright?" Ross asked.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. I was just wondering."

"You're a great big brother, you know that? I don't think I tell you that enough," Monica said with a smile. She kissed her brother's cheek and he pretended to be grossed out.

"Eeew," he groaned. He laughed though and gave his sister a hug.

"You still like her, don't you?" Monica asked.

"Who?" Monica rolled her eyes.

"Rachel, of course."

"No. I don't."

"Yes you do."

"Does it matter?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I don't think it does. She's with that Joey guy now."

"Joey Tribbiani is bad news, Ross. She shouldn't be with him."

"I know," Ross replied, but she's got to make her own decisions.

"Yeah, and that led to her having sex, Ross. She needs me as her friend, and I think you could help her too."

"How?" Ross asked, eager for the chance to help Rachel in any way he could.

"I don't know. You can talk to her."

"I guess. Look, she doesn't want anything to do with me. I'm just your geeky older brother."

"I don't think you're geeky. Well, maybe a little, but you're so nice, and I'm sure she'd have a lot of fun talking to you."

"Are you trying to push us together?"

"I don't know. I just think it would be cool if you were better friends with her." Ross shrugged his shoulders. He really did like Rachel. He always thought she was beautiful and sweet. She was just a week away from her fifteenth birthday. He knew that she was going to be an amazing woman one day. But she had already had sex. He wanted to wait for the right girl to come along, and that right girl hadn't come along yet. He always pictured Rachel as being the right girl, saving herself for him, but that never happened. Rachel was no longer a virgin, her first time had been with somebody who was bad news, and she was possibly pregnant. But he couldn't help his feelings. He still loved her. He wanted to help her in any way he could.

"I'll help her in any way I can," Ross promised.

"Good," Monica said with a smile. "I knew I could count on you."

"You can always count on me," Ross reminded his little sister.

A few minutes later, Rachel came out and she had tears in her eyes.

"Oh my God," Monica whispered. She ran over to hug Rachel and there was no need for words. Ross saw the look of devastation in Rachel's eyes and he knew the results without having to ask. Rachel Green was pregnant at fourteen.