F.R.I.E.N.D.S Imagines

Smoking Habits (Chandler)

"No!" You said, snatching the box of cigarettes from Chandler's hand, leaving him with only a lighter and a frown on his face. You gave him a harsh stare while every one of your friends watched.

"Really? When did you get so bossy?" Chandler asked, grabbing his coat and leaving Central Perk, while you sat back on the chair, putting a hand to your forehead.

"Ugh. This is all a mess." You said.

"Have you talked to him?" Monica asked. You looked over at her. "If you mean, besides right now and every other day before now, then yes. Yes I have. Do you see the difference or am I just blind?"

Rachel sighed. "No. No, honey. You aren't blind or anything. We all see it, he needs to quit. What have you told him?"

"Facts. What else?" You asked.

"Oh, no, no. You tell him things he'd want to hear while slipping in things that would go away if he kept smoking." Joey commented. You snapped your fingers. "That's it. Thank you!"

You quickly jumped up, pressing a kiss to his cheek before running out the door and into the light snow fall.

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You found Chandler later, after a solid walk of twenty five minutes, back near the coffee house. You had assumed he would go farther but he knew you'd think that, which is why he stayed close.

"Chandler! There you are. I've been looking all over for you for twenty five minutes." You said, coming up to him and watching him pull the cigarette away from his lips. You frowned. "Oh, Chandler." You ran your hand through his hair, near his neck, and moved it into his cheek.

"What am I going to have to do to make you stop?" You asked him, waiting for a reply as you stared into his eyes.

He frowned. "This is, a phase." You kept the small frown on your lips. "No, honey. You said that last time. If you keep doing this, you'll lose your friends. They won't want to hang with you anymore. Do you really want that?"

Chandler paused. "No."

"What about me? Think about me, Chandler! You're silently killing me every time a puff of the smoke comes from your lips. Do you really want that too?"

He paused once more. "No."

You let out a sigh, watching your breath in the air. "What about your job? You can't smoke in there without getting caught by the fire alarm. Sweetie, I don't want you losing that job. You've worked so hard for it!"

He tossed the cigarette on the ground, pulling you in his arms immediately. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry! When real stress hits me, and stuff that's related to or like divorce, I do it without thinking."

You nodded into his coat. "It's alright, Chandler." You pulled your face away from his chest, looking up at him with a smile on your lips.

"I just don't want you to be gone from this."