Competition | Monica Geller

Chapter Five

"Spill."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Rachel smacks me with the shopping bag full of new sweaters. Or, at least attempts to, quickly I dodged it while squealing in surprise. Heads turn to glance at me and I just smile at them carelessly. Most people dismissively turn back to the racks they were looking through, but a group of old women smile at me sweetly.

It is a good day. Of course, if you ignore Rachel's incessant nagging.

"I told you I don't know what you're talking about," I feign ignorance. Obviously, my cheery mood she's been questioning is from the progression and newfound assuredness in my relationship.

"Oh, come on!" She whines dramatically.

Stopping at a small display of the newest styles of strappy-back dresses. I admire the silhouette while pointedly ignoring the spoiled girl next to me.

"Sky, we tell each other everything." She considers her next words for a few blissfully silent moments. Huffing dramatically, she says, "I know about you and Monica."

Monica had come out to Rachel and Phoebe a few months ago, although it was really a formality since both already knew somehow. She did it before we started seeing each other and had yet to update them on actually being in a relationship with a woman.

So Rachel should not know about us, Monica and I have been very good at keeping it a secret.

I sigh softly. "Goddamnit it, Ross," I curse to myself, assuming the one person I told was the one to spill the beans.

I quirk my eyebrow at her while keeping my hand wrapped around the satin of a dress I'm considering. "How much did Ross tell you?"

"It wasn't Ross!" She raises her hands as if her palms will display she's truthful.

"Then who would it be?"

"I don't know... maybe the other person in the relationship?" She smiles giddily, as if the few hours shopping have been spent trying not to tell me she already knows. Instead, she wasted all that time trying to pry the information out of me.

My heart skips an unhealthy amount of times. "Monica told you?" I ask, flabbergasted.

She nods coyly, and a smile overtakes my face.

"Why were you hounding me about it then?" I ask, making sure everything I'm being told is true.

"Well, I was hoping you'd be honest. I mean, come on, Sky, I'm your best friend!" She whines but, based on her wide smile and fidgety hands, she's actually more excited for me than she is offended.

"Girlfriend first. You know the rules," I claim proudly. Finally, I could be honest and it was so relieving.

"Tell me everything!" She urges impatiently.

Smirking with unabashed pride. "I don't kiss and tell, sorry Rach."

She groans loudly, but it seems she's willing to forget about it when I wave the dress of my affection in front of her face. "Look how pretty," I goad condescendingly.

She coos at the beautiful dress as if it were a child before picking up the $200 price tag, she gasps and pulls away as if the garment burnt her. It's ironic that a year ago, she would have blown that money without a second thought.

Silently, I grab the size that fits both of us in my hands to purchase and pull her to continue shopping around store, engaging in mindless gossip. Soon, I'd tell her everything, but I wanted to make sure Monica was okay with it first. Plus, sometimes I prefer the senseless conversations with my oldest friend.