Chapter 8

"Pheebs, are you okay?" Joanne asked the writer when everyone returned to the loft.

"I should ask you the same." she said with a small laugh. "Man, maybe me and you should get together uh?"

The lawyer smiled. "That wouldn't be a bad idea. You are kind of cute, and not as bitchy as some people I know."

"Ouch," Roger replied. "That would be twice for Mark, a girl dumping him for another girl."

Mimi hit him. "I know, I know not helping." said the rocker.

"Thats a good boy." teased Mim and pated his head.

"What are we going to do?" Joanne asked.

"I don't know..." Phoebe answered.

"Well, I know one thing your going to do." Angel said to her sister.

"What?"

"You're going to straighten this out with Mark."

Phoebe shook her head. "No, it's over..." she said. "I was so stupid to believe that he was a good guy... The right one." she added.

"I am."

All heads turned toward the loft's entrance. There stood the film maker. He looked like shit which Roger had no problem pointing out. He blocked Mimi's on coming hit. "HA! Missed me!" When his guard was down Meems got him the second time. "Oww..."

"Mark, what are you doing here?" Phoebe asked.

"What does it look like?" he asked. "I'm trying to apologize and get you back."

"It's a little late for that don't you think?"

"Come on Pheebs, you know that kiss was Maureen's fault. I don't love her anymore..."

"Could have fooled me." the writer retorted crossing her arms over her chest.

"Phoebe, please listen to me..." Mark pleaded.

"I've heard enough." Phoebe said. "Tomorrow I'm taking the first bus out of here and going back home."

Mark sighed with frustration. Damn you Maureen. Why did she have to mess everything up? He would fix this. He wouldn't lose Phoebe, not again. "Fine, but can I ask just one more thing... Maybe it would change your mind and show just how much I do love you."

Angel and Collins exchanged looks. They knew what he was going to ask and they prayed that it would work. These two were so cute. They couldn't call it quits now. The two had been through so much all ready... And they've come so far.

The writer watched as the film maker got down on one knee and fetched out a ring from his pocket. Phoebe wasn't the only one shocked. Joanne, Mimi, and Roger had no idea. "Whoa... Dude..." Roger said.

"Can't you see that you're for me Pheebs?" Mark asked. "You're the one that I want to wake up next to every morning, the one I want to grow old with... Not Maureen. You." he said. "I know that kiss was probably the stupidest thing I ever did-"

"Well, not the stupidest." Roger added.

"SHUT UP ROGER!" everyone demanded.

"Go on Marky!" Angel urged the film maker to finish his proposal. He did:

"So, my question is: will you marry me?"

Tears started to spill from the writer's eyes. This was the last thing the writer expected. "Please?" Mark asked.

To say Phoebe was overwhelmed would be the understatement of the year. She's been down this road before. She's been hurt in more ways then one. The writer thought that Mark would be different that he wouldn't hurt her but he did… But she knew that the kiss was Maureen's fault. It was her style still that didn't make it less painful none the less. However, as she looked into Mark's eyes she found something there that she never saw in Josh's: love, and beyond that: forgiveness. He was hurting too. Could she really call it quits after everything they've been through, even more importantly that she still did love him, even when she said otherwise?

Mark held his breath. He lost her once, he didn't want to lose her again. The long silence was broken when Phoebe finally spoke up: "You do realize that you'll have to make this up to me for the rest of our lives right? I mean I so won't let you live this one down."

Mark's heart almost skipped a beat. Was this a yes? He wasn't so sure. "Will you then?"

Phoebe laughed and brought the film maker to his feet. "Yes… Yes I'll marry you!"

"Seriously?!" Mark asked happily, who couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Phoebe assured him by bringing her lips against his. It was soft and sweet but then turning into something much more, something Maureen could never live up to. There friends around them cheered them on.

"YOU'RE ENGAGED!" Collins cried out but Mark and Phoebe couldn't hear them. They were lost in their kiss.

"It's about time." Mimi added but of course they couldn't hear her either.

Roger brought this sweet moment to an end when he punched the shit out of the film maker. "Oww, what the hell was that for?" Mark demanded.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" Roger pouted. "I mean we're best friends, almost like brothers and not a single word!"

"He didn't tell anyone of us." Mimi corrected him.

Angel raised her hand. "We knew." She spoke of her and Collins. They all glared at her. "Hey, he came to me for permission."

"Aww, that is so sweet!" Mimi cried out.

"Fine, I'll forgive you this once as long as you let me be your best man." Said the rocker.

"Well, I was kind of hoping my brother would." Phoebe spoke up on Angel's behalf. He wasn't there when she married that asshole, which was probably a good thing, but she did want him there this go round.

"Girl, you know damn well I better be your matron of honor!" Angel cried out. "Let Roger be Mark's best man!"

Phoebe laughed. "So you want to be a girl at my wedding, okay."

"Great!" Roger cried out happily.

The bohos went about talking about the upcoming wedding. However, the lawyer remained silent. She was happy for her friends, she just wished that she was just as lucky. Joanne loved Maureen. She wished the diva could see that. What was wrong with her? Hopefully after some time Maureen would come to her sense, if worse came to worse Joanne would gladly beat them into her. That was one hell of an idea. But Maureen was stubborn it would take more than a good beating to get her to forgive and forget…

TBC…

Author's Notes: you honestly don't think I would have Phoebe run out on Mark did you? Hell no. They're going to get their happy ending don't worry. Now what of Maureen and Joanne? We're just going to have to wait and see.