Just wanted to say that I'm so proud of this fic. Honestly... I like this one more than TOW they came back... Wish more people would review on this one though...

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Chapter 8: Where's Phoebe?

Joey's POV

She's in love with me? I keep repeating to myself what Chandler just said. My mouth opened but no words were coming out. Oh my God!

"Uh. Joey?"

I still couldn't find my words. All I heard were buzzing noises in my ears. My hand started to hurt. I was gripping so hard on the phone that I could see my knuckles turning white. My heart was beating so fast. My breathing got faster. Phoebe is in love with me!

"I shouldn't have told you...", he started to say with his guilty voice.

"Did she tell you?", I finally asked, interrupting him.

"Yeah.", he simply said.

After a few minutes, I've made my decision. I was able to relax my hand a bit. That day is one of the best days of my entire life. I was so happy! I couldn't believe it. I looked at Phoebe's coat. I couldn't help but smile. I had to find her.

"Chandler. I'm going to tell her. I'm going to tell Phoebe everything.", I said before running off again.

Where would she be?! I went to her work. She wasn't there. I called Monica to ask if Phoebe was with her. Nothing. She wasn't anywhere. Not even at her grandma's. My lungs were burning from all the running I did. I sat down on a bench, looking through the crowd again. Desperately, I went back to Central Perk to look for Phoebe in case she came back. Still no sign of her. I sighed and decided to go back home, hoping to see her later.

I slowed my pace as I arrived near my apartment building. I thought about a few years earlier when I first moved in with Chandler. I couldn't help but grin at the fact that I actually tried to hit on Monica. That god that didn't happen. I was thankful that I've found Chandler's ad in the newspaper. I wondered that would have happen if I moved in with somebody else. I would have never met Phoebe.

I got to the top floor and walked towards the familiar hallway. I stood there for a second, looking at apartment 20's door. I stepped a bit closer to it. The TV was on. I didn't hesitate to open to door. It wasn't Phoebe.

"Ross? What are you doing here?"

"Oh. Hey Joey! I got the morning off. What are YOU doing here?", he asked.

"I'm looking for Phoebe. You've seen her?", I said looking around in Monica's apartment.

"Nope Sorry.", he replied, moving his shoulders up and down.

I stepped back into the hallway. I was so tired. I took a step and pushed the door. I blinked a few times, just to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. Phoebe was sitting on my couch.


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