Friends -

"So," Joey said, his voice uncharacteristically small. "Is this it? Is the big yellow frame staying?"

"Okay," Chandler said, breaking the silence with a classic smirk. "Does anyone want to go get coffee? Or are we all too busy being 'grown-ups'?" "Coffee," they all said in unison.

He closed the door, leaving the purple room silent, save for the ghost of a laugh that seemed to echo in the rafters. Friends

"It’s going to be weird," Phoebe remarked, leaning against the doorframe. "Who’s going to overhear our conversations through the walls now?"

Chandler wrapped an arm around her, looking at the keys lined up on the counter. Six keys. One for a paleontologist who finally got the girl, one for a fashion executive who chose love over Paris, one for a massage therapist who lived in her own wonderful world, one for an actor who finally learned to share food (mostly), and two for the couple who were finally starting their "forever" in the suburbs. "So," Joey said, his voice uncharacteristically small

Rachel stepped forward, taking a final look at the balcony where they’d poked a giant poking device and watched a Dutch girl play football. "We're going to be okay, right?" "We're more than okay," Monica promised.

They stood in a circle, a silent pact hanging in the air. The fountain might be across town and the coffee might eventually come from a different machine, but the seat on that orange couch was permanent. "Does anyone want to go get coffee

"It’s part of the door, Joey," Monica said, wiping a stray tear. "And I’m pretty sure the landlord would sue us."