| Chapter Eight |

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The whole group were sitting around Monica's apartment, enjoying a Chinese dinner.

"Is that ridiculous? Can you believe she actually thought that?" Chandler asked the group, after telling everyone how his coworker thought he was.. gay.

"Um... Yeah." Rachel said as Chandler looked at her with such a shocked expression. "Well, when I first met you, I thought maybe... possibly... you might be."

"You did?"

"Then you spent Phoebe's birthday party talking to my breasts... so then I figured maybe not." Rachel said scooping some food into her mouth.

"Huh." Chandler said shocked that he gave off that type of vibe. "Did, uh, any of the rest of you guys think that when you first met me?"

"I did."
"I think so."
"Not me."
"Absolutely not."

"No, no, me neither." Ross said shaking his head. "Although, uh, back in college, Susan Saladore did."

"You're kidding!" Chandler said once again completely shocked by what his friend were informing him about. "Did you tell her I wasn't?"

"No. It's because I wanted to go out with her too...so I told her, actually, you were seeing Bernie Spellman...who also liked her." Ross confessed while moving the food around his plate.

"Well, this is fascinating." Chandler said shaking his head before turning to look at Anna. "Thank you for not thinking I was gay.."

"No problem Chandler." Anna said happily sitting in the middle of her friends and eating her food.

"So.. what is it about me?" Chandler asked the girls.

"I don't know – Because you're smart, you're funny..." Phoebe said as Chandler pointed to Ross.

"Ross is smart and funny. You ever think that about him?" The group burst out laughing at that question.

"What is it?" Chandler asked getting impatient.

"Okay, I don't know. You just... you have a quality." Monica told Chandler who still didn't like that answer.

"Yes, exactly."
"Right?"
"Yeah, a quality."

Chandler suddenly stood up from where he was sitting. "Good. I was worried you were gonna be vague about this."

Suddenly, the phone began to ring. "Oh Rachel.. it's Pablo calling from.. Rome."

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