Mark took a detour from the jewelry store to the park. The film maker thought that some filming would calm him down and help him feel better but it didn't. Mark found a bench and took a seat. He was so confident about asking Phoebe to marry him but now after the diva's and his spat, doubt started to wash over him. Was it to soon? Would she turn him down? Mark covered his face with his hands. Why did Maureen have to be such a bitch?
It was growing late, and at the loft, the rocker, dancer, and writer were getting worried. "Thats it." Phoebe declared. "I'm going to go look for him." But before she could go anywhere, the film maker returned. "Mark!" she cried happily and through her arms around him. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah man, we were getting worried." Roger told him.
"Pheebs was about to go hunting for you." added Mimi.
"I'm fine." he lied.
Phoebe noticed. The poor boy looked like shit. He couldn't possibly be that angry at them. No, it was something else. She could see it in his eyes. "Mark, what is it?" she asked him.
"Look, we're really sorry about the whole thing." Mimi replied before Mark could answer. "We were just goofing around. We could always erase the footage."
Mark gave them a small smile. That little accident was the least of his worries now. Besides, he was never really angry with them in the first place. He was just pretending then, but now he was really ticked off and the worst part he couldn't tell them why. It would ruin everything. "Guys, it's ok." Mark told them.
"There's something else though." Phoebe pointed out.
The film maker turned to the dancer and rocker. "Could you guys excuse for a second?" he asked them and he lead Phoebe to their room.
"Thats so not fair." whined Roger. "We always miss the good stuff."
Mark closed the door behind them and he lead her to the bed so the two could sit down. "You trust me don't you?"
That question caught her off guard. Trust was never an issue. Why bring this up now? "Have you been smoking some of Collins stuff again?" she asked jokingly.
"No," he answered.
"Then why ask such a stupid question?" she asked.
"I just need to know Pheebs, do you trust me?"
The writer caught the film maker's eyes and saw all the seriousness that lay beyond them. She answered him: "With all my heart." She then kissed him.
When they parted, Phoebe asked: "Tell me, does this have anything to do with Maureen?"
Damn how did she know?
"You get like this when it concerns the diva."
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Nothing to be sorry for, it's completely understandable." she told him.
Phoebe knew of their past and it didn't bother her. She trusted her friends. However, it still ticked her off every now and then that Maureen cheated on him with Joanne. Why do that to such a great guy like Mark?
"I... I just worry sometimes..." Mark confessed.
"Look, how many times do I have to tell you," they had gone over this so many times it wasn't even funny but the film maker was a worry wart. "You're not Maureen, or Josh for that matter."
"I just don't want to hurt you." replied Mark.
Phoebe smiled at him. "And thats why you won't because I know you love me."
That much was true. Maureen had filled him with such doubt and thanks to Phoebe that doubt was gone.
TBC...
Author's Notes: Okay, this chappie was by me. I don't like it much but I wanted Mark/Pheebs to have this convo. It worked out better in my mind and it turns out these library computers won't let me type real bad curse words like the f one or GD so it's like crap... Hope I can get my computer fixed at home. This bites.