Goodbye was not a new word to Phoebe. Actually it was a very common one. Phoebe looked over at Mike and smiled at him. This is what really mattered in the end . Wasn't' it? To have someone to love her and this one wouldn't say those words.

Phoebe was so happy that life worked out . Monica had her babies , Rachel had Ross, and now she had Mike. Back in her mind she could remember the bad dates and the boyfriend bonfire. She knew that Rachel would eventually end up this way, after all thanks to her clever meddling , she brought the lobsters back to each other.

Mike came over and put his arm her. "It was a very nice thing that you did. " he smiled. "I didn't get a chance to tell you that earlier."

"You mean.?' asked Phoebe surprised.

"Yeah that whole getting Ross to the airport thing. I will admit when I first met the guy, he is a little bit weird, but he is a nice guy." Mike said.

"Well he has loved her since he was fifteen." Phoebe said. "When I was fifteen , I was living in a Gremlin and mugging nerds outside of St Mark's. " she said sadly.

"Phoebe , I know you have had a sad life and I also know you think of these people as your family. But now I want you to think of me as family too." Mike said as he caressed her dirty blonde hair.

"It hurts Mike, it really hurts." she said as she allowed the tears to flow from her eyes. "I don't think I have felt this bad since I had to give the triplets up." her eyes seem to sting even more.

Mike knew what would make her feel better . He could definitely sympathize with her. He walked over to the corner and picked up her guitar .

"Play me a song Phoebe." he said holding it.

"I can't . " she said shaking her head. "They would all remind me of them ,"

"But don't you see, music is what is going to get you through this." Mike said. "These songs are how you connect. Music is the one thing that we can communicate our feelings through."

Phoebe brushed her fingers across her eyes and brushed a strand from her hair. She took a breath and sighed.

"There was a girl , let's call her Betty

And a guy , let's call him Neil

Now I don't want to stress this point too strongly

This story isn't real.

"I can't . It's their story." she started to cry again.

"Sing Smelly Cat. I love that song." smiled Mike. "I know it will bring back the good times you had."

Smiling she strummed her guitar.

"Smelly cat, smelly cat

What are they feeding you?

Smelly cat, smelly cat

It's not your fault.

They won't take you to the vet

You're obviously not their favorite pet.

It may not be a bed of roses

And you're no friend to those with noses.

Smelly cat, Smelly cat

What are they feeding you?

Smelly cat, smelly cat

It's not your fault.

Mike got up and walked over to the piano. He sat down and played it . "Smelly cat, smelly cat." he sang.

"Wow , you never did that before." she exclaimed. "Hey maybe we can be the next Sonny and Cher. Oh bad example. Or the Captain and Tennile." she said excited.

He started to play it.

Love , love will keep us together

Think of me babe whenever

Some sweet talking boy comes along

Singing his song

Phoebe walked over and started to strum

Don't mess around you just gotta be strong

Just stop cause I really love you

Stop I 've been thinking of you

Together they sang.

Look in my heart and let love keep us together.

"Mike I'm going to be fine. I meant it . I want to be the Von Trapp family or The Partridge Family . That would be even cooler." Phoebe said.

"Phoebe, I love you." Mike said as he got up from the piano and walked over to the couch. He started to kiss her neck and playfully bite at it. He gently took her hand and pulled her up.

"I think we have got some work to do if we want our own group." he smiled.

Phoebe looked into his eyes and gladly followed him. There would be no more goodbyes.