WILL: if you get busted…

SONNY: then I'll tell them why I did it… I'm doing this because I love you

(sonny steps forward, and kisses will)

"And cut! That's it on today, chandler, Freddie, that was great. We're going to do the scene with Alison and james tomorrow. We need you both here at 8," and then the director turned aroun and headed to his office.

Chandler stood still for a moment. Gathering his thoughts, trying to maintain his composure. This got more and more difficult every single time.

"Hey man, we still on for tonight?" Freddie asked, slapping chandler on the back.

"tonight?" chandler feigned ignorance.

"movie night man? Popcorn, m&m's, thrilling action flicks? Ringing a bell? Come on dude, I've been looking forward to this all week, I need the breather," Freddie said, standing directly in front of chandler.

"I don't know man, I think I'm just gonna head home," chandler mumbled. Scared that he was going to be turning crimson red any second now. Freddie was so close… and he smelled soooo good.

"dude are you okay?" Freddie asked, giving him a weird look.

"why wouldn't I be?" chandler replied, trying to maintain composure…

"don't you remember? The whole reason we came up with movie night is because casey asked you if he could have the place to himself, remember? Him and his girlfriend have anniversary plans?"

Chandler remembered now… "right, well then I'll go over to James' place. He's got good beer," chandler mumbled.

"…okay, whatever dude. I guess I'll see you later," an odd look came upon freddie's face, and he couldn't quite place it, but it didn't look pleasant.

Chandler left the studio and texted james.

HEY MAN, IN NEED OF INTOXICATION! CAN I COME OVER?

It took all of 3 seconds for james to reply:

YEAH! WE CAN GET DRUNK OFF OF CHERRIES! MY LITTLE COUSIN JUST SHOWED ME THIS TRICK, IT'LL GET YOU SHITFACED!

Chandler replied, saying he was on his way, and got in his car.

Right when he pulled into james's driveway he received a text from casey.

DUDE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO FREDDIE? I CAN'T TELL IF HE'S PISSED OR HURT? OR BOTH? BUT HE LOOKS GRIM, BRO.

Chandler replied:

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING? ASK HIM WHAT'S WRONG?

Chandler let himself into james' place.

"hey man! I'm here, now I need you to explain to me how cherries are going to get me shitfaced?"

James' came walking out of the kitchen carrying a jug of red maraschino cherries.

"brant, my little cousin, told me this, but I've never tried it, apparently, if you drain all the juice from a jar of cherries, then replace it with goose or your choice of vodka or gin, then let it sit for 12 hours, the cherries will absorb the alcohol and when you eat them, it's like vodka or gin bombs, it sounded legit, so I figured I'd try it, you game?" james said, opening the jar and holding it out to chandler.

Chandler grabbed 6 cherries and popped them in his mouth. James lifted his eyebrows at him, but didn't ask any questions. That is why chandler chose to hang here for the night instead of at Deidre's place. Like her character, Deidre was way too inquisitive. And james was laid back, always just leaving people be.

Chandler felt his phone buzz, it was a message from casey:

APPARENTLY I'M NOT SUPPOSE TO TELL YOU THIS, CAUSE SMITH TOLD ME THIS IN CONFIDENCE OR WATEVR... BUT HE'S PISSED CUZ YOU ACT WEIRD ROUND HIM, AND YOU BAILED ON HIM TONITE.

Chandler read the message 3 times. He hadn't even considered that him flaking on Freddie would bother him. Chandler replied.

TELL HIM I BAILED CAUSE OF ME. NOTHING ON HIM.

"uh, james, I know I just got here, but something came up, and I need to leave. Sorry." Chandler said, turning to leave.

"dude!" James reached out and grabbed his shoulder, "I don't pry, I'm known for my keeping my distance, but you aren't driving out of here," James said, with a stern look on his face.

Chandler shrugged his hand off of his shoulder, getting frustrated, because he thought james was about to try and butt into what chandler was going through.

"and why the hell not?" chandler retorted.

"dude, it may not seem like it, but you just consumed a lot of alcohol, these cherries aren't a joke, and you downed six of them. It's too much alcohol for you to drive on. I don't want your wreck on my conscious. You need to leave? Fine, leave. But call a cab, and get your car tomorrow." James said.

Chandler did just that. Quickly called up a cab, and went outside on the front porch to wait for it. then he realized Freddie had texted him.

IT'S NICE TO KNOW IF I TELL CASEY SOMETHING IN CONFIDENCE IT'LL GET BACK TO YOU. HE TOLD ME WHAT YOU SAID THOUGH. IT'S NOT ME, IT'S YOU? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?

Chandler felt his chest pounding, but he replied anyways.

I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT. PLEASE JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT. I'M GOING THROUGH SOMETHING, AND I'D RATHER IT STAY PERSONAL. BUT I'M COMING OVER TO YOUR PLACE NOW. I'M AT JAMES' I SHOULD BE THERE IN ABOUT 15 MINUTES.

Just then that cab pulled up and chandler practically ran to it. he told the driver freddie's address and then looked back at his phone. Freddie had texted back.

AS MUCH AS I WANT TO PRY, AND FIGURE OUT WHAT YOUR TALKING BOUT, IMMA LEAVE IT ALONE, FOR NOW. AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME OVER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO, I COULD TELL YOU DIDN'T WANT TO. DON'T FORCE YOURSELF.

Chandler felt like crap, he hadn't wanted to make Freddie feel like this. He just didn't want Freddie to find out how he felt. About what happened to him when Freddie got too close, or when they were acting as will and sonny. He texted back:

NO I WANT TO, I REALLY WANT TO.

Chandler felt his heart pounding just at the thought of going over there.

As he pulled into the parking lot of freddie's apartment complex, he felt his palms get sweaty. He sent a quick text to Freddie:

IM HERE

And walked in. he stood in the elevator, thankfully he was alone as he traveled up to the 8th floor. He needed to compartmentalize. He walked up to freddie's door and knocked. He could feel the alcohol in his system pumping now. His steps were slightly careless and clumsy, and his head was already jumbling up. He was a bad drunk.

Chandler swooned when Freddie opened the door. Freddie was barefoot, in low-riding bluejeans and in the midst of putting on a grey wife-beater over his bare, muscled chest.

"hey, sorry man, I was trying to hurry and shower before you got here. I'm just getting out," Freddie said, stepping back, and letting chandler in.

Chandler had been in freddie's apartment before, he had actually been in it several times, but it looked different now. The bed stood out to him now, for some reason, chandler decided he would blame it on the alcohol.

"okay, just so you know, I'm a little bit tipsy right now, so I'm not 100% responsible for anything I do tonight," chandler said boldly, "but, I may do things I've wanted to for a long time now, and then tomorrow I'm going to say it was entirely alcohol speaking, and blah blah blah, but I want you to know, that if I do do these said things, I want to, me. Not drunk me. But me, as in scared me who, without alcohol, wouldn't have the courage to do so." Chandler said, nodding his head as if he had just finished a well-rehearsed speech, which he did not.

Freddie shook his head in confusion, "wait… what? What thing are you talking about?"

Chandler took a deep breath and steeped forward, pressing his chest to freddie's.

"things like this" chandler whispered and then he laid his lips on freddie's and kissed him.