I wanted to stay in touch with my friends and I waste no time. The very next day I go to Monica and Rachel's apartment. My plan is to simply spend more time with them, but in only a few minutes, I completely cave and tell them everything about Joey. I admit it's fake and a PR relationship and I admit I'm struggling with the idea that I may, possibly have real feelings for him.

"Ooh, this is like a soap opera in real life!" Rachel is absolutely giddy when she hears the gossip.

"Well, do you think he might like you?" Monica questions me.

"I didn't for a long time, but lately... I do feel that something has changed," I confess to them.

Both girls gasp in excitement now.

"I don't think I can ever admit it to him," I kill their excitement by saying.

They both frown immediately.

"Why?" Rachel demands.

"I don't even know how I really feel!" I argue.

"Chandler, you came all this way to tell us everything. What are you hoping we say? I think you know how you feel," Monica finally puts it in perspective for me.

I sit for a moment, realizing it's so obvious. I only want them to tell me to go for it, to tell me Joey would be crazy not to like me back and that it's so apparent we both have feelings for each other. I want them to say it's not in my head and it's not Joey faking it, it feels real becuase it is real.

A broad smile spreads across my face.

"Okay, I like him - I have to tell him!" I give in.

"Yay!" Rachel claps with joy. "Can I be your maid of honor?" she quickly requests.

Monica and I both grin at her.

"Sure."

I chicken out talking to Joey right away and instead head to work Monday morning like usual. Around lunchtime, I'm surprised when my receptionist informs me I have a special visitor. It's Joey.

Joey walks into my office and instantly my heart is beating faster. I'm not planning on telling him right now, but just the thought of having to somehow tell him I have real feelings for him is terrifying.

Joey walks in with a manila envelope and placed it on my desk.

"What's this?" I ask.

"An extension to our contract," he states and my stomach literally drops.

"If you want to keep faking this thing longer," he adds.

I had been counting down the days until the contract ended - at first it was to stop my head from spinning and finally stop debating how I felt about him. But now that I know how I feel, I'm scared to lose him.

I'm still frozen and I can tell Joey finds my behavior strange ... becuase it is.

"We don't have to, we can just let it end," he reminds me.

I nod my head, I can't even think. What am I supposed to do? I guess the only sane options would be either tell him the truth or let the contract end. I can't go on pretending for another few months. I would just fall for him more and more everyday, like I have been.

"Are you okay?" Joey asks me.

I take a deep breath in.

"No," I admit.

Joey looks worried.

"What's wrong?"

"I uhm... have something I need to say," I start and I can't believe that many words actually came out.

"Okay..." he waits.

"I... um... I...Uh...okay, look I... have... to shit," are the actual words that come out of my mouth.

Joey's eyebrows raise at my humiliating confession.

I don't let him say anything and rush past him. I run to the bathroom.

I swear I probably spend twenty minutes in the bathroom trying to wait out Joey leaving. I finally walk back to my office and I'm shell-shocked to find Joey sitting in my office, waiting for me! I can barely breathe, I can't tell him! Oh my god, I can't believe he didn't leave!

I debate running away again, but I think he might wait all day. I force myself to walk back in.

He spots me.

"You better?" he asks.

I shake my head both ways, not remembering how to function. I get behind my desk and steady myself with my hands.

"Uh, why are you still here?" I question him.

"I figured you shitting wasn't what you had to tell me."

Since when did he get so smart? Of course, today is the day he's thinking and being the most patient I've ever seen him.

"Well, um what I was going to say was... that I don't want to extend the contract," I decide to say.

Joey sits for a moment and then stands up again.

"Okay," he says simply and takes the envelope back.

I feel like I'm losing everything in that little folder. I don't want to lose him, I don't want to never see him again, but I can't go on faking something that is too real for me now. The solution is to tell him the truth, but the words won't come out, I'm so scared he doesn't like me back. Here he is with paperwork, I think it had feelings for me, he would be saying something too.

I expect him to walk out, but instead he looks back up at me.

"You on your lunch break?" he inquires.

"Uh, I can be - I can take lunch whenever I want," I reply, wondering why he's asking.

He drops the folder back on my desk and goes to my door. He closes it, locks it and turns around with a devilish smile.

"We do only have a few days left," he says, referring to our contract that's ending.

Oh god, he wants to fool around. I can't be intimate with him when I'm dying inside, when I'm trying to either confess my feelings to him or detach myself so maybe I could get over him. There's so much running through my brain and having sex with him right now will only make me want him more.

He's already walking over to me, he rounds my desk and the next thing I know his hands grab me and pull me close.

He kisses me and I instantly melt from the feel of his kiss.

"Why have I never visited before?" he mumbles over my lips and then presses another perfect kiss onto my lips. "This is going to be so hot," he breathes sexily.

I have to tell him, don't do this, I tell myself as Joey's lips move to my neck. That's just not fair, now my knees are weakening and his hands are feeling for my belt already.

I feel him starting to undo my belt while still assaulting my neck with intense, glorious kisses and I'm totally caving and I want him so much - but I can't!

I pull back and push him off me abruptly.

"I can't do this!" I shout.

Joey looks startled by my outburst.

"I'm sorry," I suddenly choke quieter, realizing other people may have heard that.

He waits for me to explain.

"I can't do this becuase... I like you... for real," I finally force out the truth.