So, I'm the weakest person ever. But honestly, what was I supposed to do? Joey was standing in front of me staring at me with his lips and his little worried face and I'm expected to tell him I never want to touch him again and that I never want to kiss him again? That's a blatant lie!
So, I'm kissing Joey in the hockey stadium bathroom and I'm loving it. He's kissing me back, he's not even hesitating and neither am I.
I push him against the wall because I need to get my lips against his even harder.
Don't worry, we don't do it in the bathroom. People start coming in and Joey and I quickly disperse and exit the public bathroom.
We leave the game early.
We don't say a word the entire cab ride home.
We don't say a word hurrying up the stairs to our apartment.
We don't say a word as we lock the door and rip our clothes off, making our way to the bedroom.
I wake up the next morning with, once again, my arm and leg wrapped around Joey - literally everytime.
I roll my eyes at myself before carefully unwrapping my limbs from his sleeping body.
"Where you going?" A raspy whisper suddenly asks me. I look over and see Joey wide awake, asking me why I'm unsnuggling him. He's okay with this? Does he know about all the other times?
"Sorry, I move a lot in my sleep," I reason.
"I know," he states calmly.
"You do?" I ask, still unsure if he's aware my body has been wrapped around him every morning for this entire past month.
"Yeah, I don't know why you always go back to your side it's a lot warmer with you half on top of me," he smirks.
I should be thrilled he is saying this to me, but instead I start blushing and feel my face turn to a tomato. I look away, even more embarrassed he can see my reddening face.
"Oh, well I didn't want to scare you," I finally explain.
"Chandler we do a lot more naked, I think I can handle a little cuddling," he chuckles lightly.
So, this entire time I could have been basking in the morning sun curled within Joey's body heat and instead I cursed myself every morning for my sleep hugging.
Of course, now I start overthinking everything. Is cuddling just part of the casual hooking up criteria is for Joey or is he okay with cuddling because he's thinking about us being more than just friends and hook up buddies?
All I'm overthinking everything, I suddenly wonder if Joey woke up every morning I was curled around him, even on work days? That's when my stomach drops and my eyes widen. I turn and look to see it's 9:30am and it's Wednesday!
"Oh shit! My alarm didn't go off, I'm late for work!" I yell, jumping out of bed.
I run and get ready faster than I ever have in my life. I run out the door, grab a cab and hurry to my office.
I'm so overwhelmed and flustered that I slept in and got to work an hour late that I don't think about my morning with Joey until I'm heading home again at 5.
I'm walking up the stairs to our building when I remember everything that happened before I had a heart attack this morning.
I walk into the apartment and see Joey on the couch reading some magazine.
He jumps up from the couch when he sees me and walks over to the kitchen.
"Hey, how was work - was your boss mad?" He instantly questions with a face of sorrow.
"Not too bad, I lied and said that I got sick and was in the bathroom for an hour this morning. He dropped it after that," I shrug with a small smile.
"Oh, nice lie," he comments.
"See, I can lie," I say without thinking and then realize I just brought up our conversation from the Rangers game which we truthfully never finished - and I don't want to finish.
"Well, maybe I can make it up to you," Joey thankfully disregards my comment.
I raise my eyebrows at him.
"Well, it wasn't your fault. I'm sure I forgot to even set my alarm so it's actually positively my fault," I tell him.
"Yeah, but I'm the reason you forgot," he points out.
That makes me smile, sex with Joey was definitely worth being late to work, even if I am still confused by our situation.
"Still, you don't have to make it up to me, it's my job," I argue, leaving out the other fact that I made the move on him yesterday.
"Well, I want to. How about dinner tonight - you hungry?" he offers.
I stand still, surprised at his offer.
Is he just being nice? Is this a date?
No, don't think that way Chandler - this is a casual dinner with your best friend who you just happen to be hooking up with! Get it together!
"Oh, so you want to go out to eat?" I clarify.
"Yeah," he nods, smiling.
"Well, Uh.." I stutter still picturing it as a date. "But you paid for the Rangers tickets. I don't want you spending more, I know you're tight on money," I finally find a reason to back out.
"But good news for you, I got paid today," he proudly states.
"You should spend the money on yourself - and on rent," I debate logically.
"Chandler, come on I want to make it up to you and I want to take you out," he persists.
I freeze at the words "take you out". I won't be able to go on without figuring out what this all means. He just keeps adding my my confusion and my head is spinning.
"Out - like a date?" I finally say the words out loud.
"Uh... well, um-" he hesitates.
I panic.
"No, I didn't think it was either, I just wanted to make sure because I signed up for a casual agreement you know and we're friends so I just thought for a moment it sounded weird when you said it. But good, good I'm glad we're on the same page," I spit out a thread of lies to cover up my embarrassment.
Joey looks lost, he's unsure what to say.
"Phew, so let's go I guess - I mean if you still want to, I don't need to go to dinner. We can order in pizza like pals - cause we are and pizza is something we always do," I continue to ramble on like an idiot.
My face is red again - am I sweating?
Joey shakes his head finally finding words again.
"No, I want to go out for dinner. I'm treating - seriosuly," he kidding warns me since I ended up buying him food at the hockey game he was treating me for.
I just nod, hoping to avoid another pathetic rambling of word vomit.
We leave to go to dinner.
