"Just because he buys you dinner does not mean you owe him anything."

"I know."

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"What's so funny?" Monica asked Joey, who started to laugh.

"Oh, nothing." He shook his head. "It's an acting exercise. I'm practicing my fake laugh." He informed us.

"Ah." Monica started to laugh for no reason.

"What? What's so funny? "Joey smiled at her.

"You're so cute." I reached over and pat his knee.

"No, no. No, no, no, no. There's none of that in here." Gunther shook his head profusely as soon as my brother walked in with a cigarette between his lips.

"Come on, man. At least let me finish this last one." Chandler begged him.

"Okay. But only if you give me a drag." Gunther lowered his voice. I got bored, so I just tuned them out. Then, Chandler came over and joined us. He stuck another cigarette into his mouth, which Rachel took away and put it on the coffee table. This went on for a couple of times.

"That's like the least fun game ever." Chandler made a face.

"Well, we're all really sick of your smoking, so I brought something that is going to help you quit." Rachel pulled out a pack out of her purse and handed it to him. He slammed it onto his upper arm, but it fell.

"Nope. That patch is no good." He shook his head. Joey did his fake laugh.

"Come on, it's a hypnosis tape. This woman at work used it for two weeks straight, and she hasn't smoked since." She picked it up and gave it to him again.

"Huh." Ross scoffed.

"What's your problem?" Rachel glanced back at him.

"It's just that hypnosis is beyond crap." Ross opinionated.

"Ross, I watched you get hypnotized in Atlantic City." Rachel crossed her arms over her chest.

"Hey, that guy did not hypnotize me, okay?" Ross pointed a finger at her.

"Right because you always pull your pants down on the count of three and play 'Wipe Out' on your butt cheeks." She smiled at him sarcastically.

"Forget hypnosis, alright? The way to quit smoking is you have to dance naked in a field of heather and then bathe in the sweat of six healthy young men." Phoebe advised him.

"Or what our father calls Thursday night." Chandler stuck another cigarette into his mouth before lighting. Ross grabbed us our drinks.

"Thank you." I took my chai latte gratefully.

"Here you go." He handed the mug to Rachel.

"You know what? I didn't want cinnamon on this." She looked up at him. Instead of getting a new one, he scooped up the top layer of foam with his fingers and wiped it on a napkin.

"Hi." Phoebe's half brother, Frank Jr., came in.

"Oh my God!" Phoebe exclaimed and quickly stood up. "Hi, Frank." She greeted him with a hug. "What are you doing here?" She asked after pulling away.

"Well, you know, I would have called, but, uh, I lost your phone number, and then, uh, my mom locked me out of the house, so I couldn't find it. And, uh, then I tried to find a pay phone, and the receiver was cut off, so..." He trailed off on his story.

"What happened?" Phoebe looked at him in concern.

"Uh...oh. Uh, vandalism." He nodded his head.

"But also...what happened between you and your mom?" Phoebe questioned him.

"We got in a fight, uh, 'cause she said I was too immature to get married." He answered.

"You're getting married?" Phoebe exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, yeah, yeah." He chuckled like a stoner.

"Oh my God!" She hugged him again. "My brother's getting married!" She jumped up and down.

"Too bad I won't ever get to say that." I sighed in fake sadness.

"I knew you'd be so cool about this. Alright, uh, hey, do you want to meet her?" He inquired.

"Do I!" She cried out in happiness.

"Do you?" Frank clearly didn't understand.

"Yeah, I do! Yeah!" Phoebe nodded her head excitedly.

"Cool, alright! She's just, uh, parking the truck. I'm going to...I'm going to get my, uh...my fiancée man!" He stuttered out and shook hands with Joey.

"I would have bet good money that he'd be the first one of us to get married." Chandler sipped on his latte.

"Isn't this fantastic?" Phoebe clasped her hands together.

"Of course, yeah. But, uh, don't you think he's a little young to get married?" Monica cringed slightly.

"Well, he's 18." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Exactly. It'll be illegal for him to drink at his own bachelor party." Ross replied.

"Yeah, or to get a hooker." Joey added.

"Always illegal, Joe." I held my head in disappointment.

"Hey. Hey...this is, uh...my fiancée, Mrs. Knight." Frank brought over an...elder woman. "That's, uh...that's my sister." He pointed at her.

"You know, uh, it's funny. Frank's told me so much about you, but you're not how I picture you at all." Mrs. Knight let out a nervous laugh.

"I'm a big surprise." Phoebe smiled at her politely.

"Here you go." Ross moved out of his seat for her to sit.

"Oh, thank you." She and Frank shared the armchair.

"So, uh, how did you guys meet?" II asked.

"Well, um...I was in Mrs. Knight's, uh—I mean Alice. Sorry. Alice. I always do that." The two laughed. "You know...I was in her home ec class." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"And he was my best student." Alice continued.

"Yeah, she was my best teacher." He stared at her.

"Oh!" She pulled him in for a kiss, which very quickly turned into a makeout session.

"Now I get why they hate it when we makeout in front of them." I whispered to Joey, who nodded in agreement. Finally, they pulled away from each other.

"If that doesn't keep kids in school, what will?" Chandler broke the silence.

"And so now you guys are going to be married." Ross sat down on the edge of the couch.

"Yeah." Alice giggled. "You know, we–we talked about just living together, but, um...we want to have kids right away!" She squealed.

"Oh my God." Rachel let out. "Great." She corrected herself.

"They're having kids. Why can't we?" Joey asked me.

"Because we're not out of our minds." I muttered and cuddled into his side.

"Kids. Wow. Frank, are you sure you're ready for that?" Phoebe inquired.

"How hard can it be? You know, I mean...you know...babies. Who doesn't want babies, right?" He shrugged his shoulders. "And besides, you know, I never had a dad around, and, uh, now–now I always will 'cause, you know, it will be me, right?" The two laughed again, and Frank kissed her cheek.

"You know, I mean, we do realize that there's an age difference between us." Alice pointed at herself and Frank.

"Good. You two were acting like you didn't." Phoebe let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, no. But when it comes to love, what does age matter?" Alice laughed when Frank growled and snarled, pretty much like an animal. The two moaned when they started to makeout again.

"Well, there goes that one fantasy." Joey sighed. The next day, Ross, Joey, Phoebe, ad I were in the guys' apartment, listening to her rant about her brother's relationship. I was sitting in Joey's lap while he and Ross each took one of the recliners.

"No, I know, I know that this is Frank's life, you know?" Phoebe paced around the room, so Ross and Joey had to turn their chairs to face her. "I don't want to be all judgmental, but this is sick. It's sick and wrong!" She flailed her arms around, clearly upset from her brother's rashness.

"Pheebs, what—is it age thing?" Ross asked her.

"No, no. I'm fine with the age thing, you know, until it starts sticking its tongue down my little brother's throat." She cursed under her breath.

"He seems to enjoy it, Pheebs." Joey spoke up.

"Of course he enjoys it. He's a young guy." I reminded him.

"But, I mean, do you think he's going to enjoy it when he's up to his elbows in the diapers of all the babies they have to have right away?" She mimicked Alice. "This is not fair to Frank, and it's not fair to the babies, and–and you know what? It's not good home economics." She shook her head.

"Well, have you told him how you feel?" Joey suggested.

"Yes. Not out loud." She clarified.

"Look, Pheebs, if you don't tell him, soon he's going to be married, and then you're going to hate yourself." Ross pointed at her.

"See, but if I do tell him, he's going to hate myself." She argued. "I mean, look at him and his mom. I can't." She shook her head. "But you guys can." She motioned towards us. I quickly got off of Joey's lap and joined her by her side, facing the boys.

"Definitely." I agreed with her.

"Please, you got to talk to him out of it." She begged them.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..." The two repeated at the same time while turning their chairs the other way.

"Come on, you guys!" Phoebe exclaimed while she and I made them face us again. "You have...you...you have nothing to lose. I have everything to lose." She tried to convince them. "Do you want me to lose everything? Everything?" She cried out.

"Guilt card. Very nice." The two of us high–fived each other.

"No." The two said in a soft tone simultaneously.

"Okay, I'm going to go get Frank." Phoebe headed towards the door.

"I'll get beer. Guys can bond over beer, right?" I thought about it.

"Sure thing, baby." Joey winked at me.

"Alright, I'm getting out of here so I don't get roped into talking to the kid." I pulled out six–pack out of the refrigerator before running out the door. I walked into Mon and Rach's apartment to see my brother applying chapstick to his lips...daintily. "Oh, thank God I didn't miss this." I chuckled. A bit later, Phoebe dragged me back to the guys' apartment.

"Guess who's Frank's best man." Phoebe gave me a look.

"No." I covered my mouth in shock.

"You're Frank's best man!" She yelled at the guys as soon as we walked in.

"Ooh! Chips and dip." I grabbed a barstool and sat down before starting to eat.

"I couldn't help it. Their love is so pure. It's exactly what I feel for Suparna." Joey turned to look at me.

"Aww. I love you." I leaned over the counter and pecked his lips.

"Well, what about you, huh?" Phoebe forced Ross to put down the chips.

"I'm the ring bearer." He confessed.

"Do you think Alice is looking for bridesmaids?" I asked the guys.

"You should ask Frank." They advised me. Right then, Chandler walked out of the bathroom and into his room with a towel up to his chest and another towel wrapped up on his head. Later that night, Joey came over to my apartment with a box in his hand.

"Woah, there, Tribbiani. If you're going to propose to me, I expect candles, rose petals, and Elvis Presley in the background.." I stepped back a little.

"Don't worry, I'm not proposing to you. Yet." He winked at me.

"Then what is it?" I sat down at the dining table.

"It's a promise ring. I want you to wear it so everyone knows that you're mine." He opened up the box, revealing a beautiful, silver band.

"Joey, it's wonderful." I gaped at it.

"Suparna, I love you. I love you so much, and I don't ever want to lose you. You told me you wanted to wait to get married until after our third anniversary, but...I couldn't wait." He got on the ground on one knee.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Joey? Put it on me." I extended my left hand, and he slipped it onto my ring finger.

"Do you like it? If you don't, I could go—"  He started to ramble, so I cut him off with a kiss.

"I love this ring. And I love you." I smiled at him before he pulled me back in. The next night, all of us, except for Phoebe, were in Mon's apartment when someone buzzed at the door.

"Oh my God. The millionaire's here..." Rachel clapped her hands before standing up.

"Oh my God!" Chandler and I said at the same time before jumping up and down with her in excitement. I quickly stopped when I realized what he was doing.

"Chandler, what are you doing?" I put my hands on my hips.

"You guys, please. I'm just going to have dinner with him." Monica finished up her makeup and grabbed her coat.

"Just because he buys you dinner does not mean you owe him anything." Chandler's voice broke as he waved a finger at her.

"I know." Monica mimicked him.

"Then get the lobster." Chandler beamed at her, scaring all of us. She opened up the door.

"Hi." She smiled at him.

"Hey." He greeted her. "Suparna, nice to see you again." He waved at me.

"You, too, Pete." I smiled.

"Did you date him?" Monica accused me.

"No, no. He's one of Calvin Klein's sponsors, so that's how I know him." I assured her.

"We're just good friends." Pete replied.

"How much cash do you have in your pocket?" Joey asked him.

"And that's why I'm not inviting you inside for a drink. Bye!" She waved at us.

"Wait! Why? Why not a drink? Come in! You're coming later, right?" Everyone cried out in protest, but she closed the door on us.

"You know a millionaire?" The rest of them turned on me.

"Yes. Yes, I do. Do you have a problem with that?" I raised an eyebrow at them.

"Nope. Not at all. No problem here. You're hot." They responded at the same time.