Phoebe was the last person in the church, along with her brother Frank Jr., waiting for her signal to walk the isle. Snow was falling, outside, but it couldn't be a more perfect setting for her wedding. Joey's niece, and her nephew Frank Jr. Jr. were the flower girl and ring bearer. They had already walked. Chandler and Monica, the best man and maid of honor, (which had literally been decided based on a coin toss, after a lot of arguing between the two couples over who it should be.) went next, and then Ross and Rachel. Frank Jr. was giving her away, in place of their father.

Letting out a deep breath, she turned to Frank Jr. "How do I look?" she asked.

Frank Jr looked her over, gave her smirk, and nodded in approval. "Beautiful, sis."

Phoebe was nervously playing with one of the white flowers that were woven in her hair in hippie-inspired crown around her hair. She glanced in a mirror at herself, in her long white gown. It was beautiful. Nothing too billowy, or overly fancy. It was perfect for her. "You really think so?" she asked her younger brother.

"Yeah, I really do, you look great!"

They heard the music blast over the speakers, which was her Que to walk. 'Oh my God, this is it..' she thought, taking another deep breath.

Frank Jr held his arm out to her. "That's us. You ready to do this?"

"Yeah. Uh huh..." Phoebe said, nodding, but she didn't take his arm. She was trying to remain confidant, but her heart was suddenly beating rapidly, and her stomach began to churn. "At least...I think I am." She tried to steady her breathing. Frank looked at her, concerned.


"I'm ok...I just...I...I.." she sat down in a chair near the door, because her knees had suddenly gone weak. She knew that Joey was out there, waiting. Probably beginning to worry about her. In a few minutes, he would be her husband. She would be married. She looked up at Frank Jr. "I...don't know if I can do this." she finally admitted, placing her head in her hands.

/Two years earlier/

The day that Joey left New York for LA was an emotional day for him. He was excited about the change, but also nervous, and sad to be leaving behind the friends he made New York. They were his best friends in the whole world, and as much as he was going to miss them, he kept telling himself that he was making the right decision. They all showed up at the airport that day to see him off, and say their final good-byes and wish him good luck.

It wasn't quite as difficult as it was for them when Rachel almost moved to France, because they knew that at least Joey was still in the country and that he would be back to visit as much as he could. Still, he gave them each a hug and told them all how much he was going to miss them. When he went to give Phoebe one last hug, he paused, hesitantly.

"Pheebs, what's wrong?" he asked.

When Rachel left, Phoebe had managed to stay pretty calm, considering Monica cried her eyes out and Phoebe didn't shed a single tear. That's why he was surprised to see tears in her eyes. Putting his arm around her, he pulled her aside from the others to some chairs and sat down with her.

"..Nothing." She said, in a shaky voice, as she stared down at the floor."It's just that...I'm really gonna miss you."

Joey felt a lump in his throat as he gave a half smile, as he put his hand on hers. "Awh, Pheebs. I'm gonna miss you so much. know I'll call you as much as I can, and I'll be back in a few months for Thanksgiving."

"I know.." Phoebe said, taking a deep breath. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked up at him. "But..I mean...If you get there, and suddenly become a big star or won't forget me, will you?"

Joey put his other hand on her cheek, looking her in the eye. "Of course not, Phoebe! Why would you even think that? Pheebs, you've always believed in me, no matter what. You're my best friend, and you always will be! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be doing this right now."

Phoebe gave a slight chuckle, wiping her eyes again on her sleeve. "I guess this is my fault then. Maybe I should have been harder on you."

Joey smiled. He reached over, gently brushing another tear from her cheek with his knuckles. "I could never forget you, Phoebe. You're one of a kind, that's for sure."

He paused, as he thought of something that might make her feel better. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and took something out and showed it to her.

"Look, Pheebs...This is my senior high school ring. I gave it to three different girls that year, and every one of them ended up throwing it at me. Probably because I failed to mention that I was going out with all 3 of them at the same time, I dunno.." he gave a shrug and smirked as he put it in Phoebe's hand.

"I want you to have it. Because you'll always be my number one girl."

Phoebe looked up at him with a teary-eyed smile. Without another word she threw her arms around his neck, and he hugged her back as tight as he could. After a few seconds, she pulled back, grinning as she looked at him. "You give 'em hell in Hollywood, ok?"

"Don't worry, I will."

"I know you will." she said, and gave him one last squeeze before Joey heard them announce his flight was boarding. They stood up, and Phoebe went back to join the rest of the gang as Joey grabbed his stuff and went towards the exit. He looked back one last time at his friends and waved. They all waved back, and he turned to give the attendant his boarding pass, but not before he saw Phoebe turn away, burying her face into Ross's shoulder. He knew it was too hard for her to watch him go. Seeing her so upset gave him a sinking feeling in his chest, and it was at that moment that it occurred to him that leaving her behind might be the biggest mistake he'd ever make...