𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍 |-/ austler (texting)

thirty six.

"so you won it" cray concludes as she closes the fridge. chandler is standing up next to her. he has a proud smile on his lips.

"i could say so. he really is sorry. he even told me not to give up on us." he laughs walking to the living room and throwing his body on the couch.

"what you're gonna do now?" she follows him and takes a sit on the armchair.

"what do you mean?" he looks at her. he can't stop smiling.

"well, he knows who you are."

"yes."

"he's not going to stop going to the cafeteria. he'll meet you there." she explains while eating her ice cream bowl.

"yes... so?" chandler looks away.

"how you're going to act around him?" he gives shoulders.

"normal."

"normal?" she asks. "you guys been talking about having sex for months now and you'll just treat him... normal?"

"well..." he sits on the couch, turning around to look at his bestfriend. "i may give him a special treat, after all. but i'm not sure i want to keep playing. it got boring."

"what? boring?! it there's something it definitely isn't, is boring. you two are far my favorite novel."

"haha" he mocks.

"c'mon, chandler... say it."

"say what?"

"you're are so scared you may lose it again. you're dying."

"lose it? again?! look how you talk to me!"

"sooooo scared!" she teases. chandler grabs a pillow and throws it at her. "hey, watch out for my ice cream!"

the boy stands up and claims:

"i got him in the palm of my hand. this is my game, cheney. there's no way he is getting away with it." and walks away to the bedroom. cray takes another spoonful of ice cream and tell herself:

"i can't wait 'til next chapter."