It was a normal Friday night for Jon and his friend (Y/N). The two had often crossed the line between friends and romance.

They were playing random video games, eating pizza, and talking. Then, things got interesting.

"Dude, you suck at 64 games." (Y/N) stated with a smirk as she won the third time in a row.

"Better than you" Jon tried to defend himself.

"Have you seen the score lately?" (Y/N) asked, her smirk growing.

"You know what? Wanna make a bet?" Jon questioned.

"Depends." (Y/N) replied.

"We play Smash. Winner gets to tell the loser what to do for the rest of the night." Jon stated.

"You're on." (Y/N) agreed.

It was a Smash battle for the ages with the spewing of many "Echs" and profanities but in the end (Y/N) was victorious.

"Yes! Woo!" (Y/N) squealed excitedly as she danced around.

"What do I have to do?" Jon sighed.

"Clean up our gaming mess and get Netflix up while I change." (Y/N) replied.

Jon obeyed because of the bet. (Y/N) went to her room and changed into pajamas before brushing her hair. She popped some popcorn. She sat at the couch and Jon sat to her right. She put on CSI NY and cuddled up to Jon, crossing the friendship line. She yawned adorably as Jon wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Love you Jon" (Y/N) mumbled sleepily.

"Love you too: Jon replied as (Y/N) fell asleep. He kissed the top of her head before going to sleep himself.