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"Y/n, get out here! Baywatch is about to start!" Yelled Chandler from the living room of our apartment.
"No need to yell, I'm only in the kitchen!" I yelled back, smiling. "And," I added, "I'm grabbing food for the both of us so stop yelling at me."
"But it's going to start, like, right now so get in here!" He yelled back at me. I grabbed the two bottles of beer and the bowl of popcorn I had just made and walked over to the couch, sitting down next to Chandler.
"I thought Baywatch was always on in the afternoon," I said, or rather asked. After living with him for a few months now, I've figured out the schedule for his favorite TV program.
"Most of the time," he said, "but they have a longer 'special' episode tonight so they moved it back to 8:00."
"Oh," I said, but I didn't really care about why it was on so late. I honestly didn't care all that much for Baywatch, but watching it with Chandler was a way to spend time with him. It's not that I hate Baywatch, or that I don't like it, I just don't love it as much as Chandler seems to.
By this point the characters were already running across the screen in their signature red swimsuits, meaning that Chandler's full focus was on the TV. I paid some attention to the show, but I was mainly focused on him. It was dark outside and we had the lights turned off, so he couldn't tell that I was watching him more than the characters on the screen. Watching the way his eyes sparkled a little when he laughed, and how the soft glow of the TV made every feature on his face stand out in the most amazing fashion. I admit that sounded kind of creepy, just watching a person without them knowing it, but I didn't mean to seem creepy.
The show continued to drag on for what felt like forever, and I actually got kind of into it, before credits were rolling and it went to commercial.
"Is it over?" I asked Chandler as he got up out of his seat, after a long day at work I wanted to go to bed.
"No, they just like to roll the credits halfway though the show." He responded sarcastically. Typical Chandler.
I watched as he walked to the kitchen, grabbing another bottle for each of us before coming back to sit down.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asked me, looking into my eyes. I thought about saying no, that I was too tired, but this was the first time he'd ever asked me something like this, believe it or not. What if he took my answer as rejection, and he thinks that I won't ever want to watch a movie with him? But what's the harm in watching one movie anyway? I can't be that tired.
"Sure," I told him with a smile, one which he returned. "What do you want to watch?" I asked.
"You pick," he said. "Just don't choose GI Joe. Joey made me watch that way too many times. I was ready to gag myself with a spoon." I laughed at his face as he cringed, thinking of how many times he's watched it.
"Aw man, I was planning on picking that," I said sarcastically. "Ghostbusters?" His face lit up at my words.
"Hell yea." He put the movie in before sitting back down beside me. I was mostly alert for the first part of the movie, but when we got to the part where Peter is investigating Dana's house I could barely keep my eyes open. I wan't awake enough to realize that I'd begun to lay my head on Chandler's shoulder, or to register that as soon as my head made contact with him his body went rigid.
"Y/n?" He asked, shaking me slightly. My only response was a muffled "mmn".

Chandler's POV

'What am I supposed to do now?' I thought, panicking as Y/n fell asleep on my shoulder. 'The girl I've loved for years is asleep, on my shoulder! She's asleep! On my shoulder!" As I sat there, the voice in the back of my head panicking, Y/n wrapped her arms around my middle. That made the voice in the back of my mind just about die.
"Y/n," I said, trying to shake her awake again, to no avail. "Y/n," I tried again, my voice a bit louder this time. That's when I heard it.
"I love you Chandler." Hearing you say those words made me stop cold. 'Don't get your hopes up,' I told myself. 'She's asleep, and she might even be slightly drunk. How many beers did she have? Nevermind.'
"I love you too," I whispered, though you didn't here me. I didn't plan on staying on the couch all night, so I turned to TV off and stood up, holding you in my arms bridal style. I walked you to your room, and placed you in your bed, throwing your Pac-Man blanket over you before silently walking out of your room and to mine. All I could think was, 'Oh. My. God.'