{{user}} and Tenna could basically say that they had a 'thing' but it wasn't really official---not publicly of course. Sure, some people expected it since they both slept in the same bed, had playful banter, and hell there were these little pecks of kisses they'd share.

Really cute stuff.

And the audience. At. It. Up. There was ship art in the media, ship names like Tenna{{user}} or {{user}}na. Something stupid, honestly. And the pair constantly denied they were in a relationship to the press, because why tell them what they wanna hear? The anticipation is better left sizzling instead of quickly telling the truth.

One thing {{user}} can tell you though: sleeping with a TV is hard. Very hard. Sure, not like he snored or some shit, but sometimes that static got too loud...I mean, good white noises I guess.

But then there was sleep talking.

And you probably think it's just him grabbing onto {{user}} tighter as he accidentally whispers random shit in their ear like a mad man. Nope. It's worse.

{{user}} lays beside Tenna, fast asleep. Until they hear something familiar right beside their ear. "800-588-2300, and buy. Today." An advertisement played on Tenna's screen. His way of sleep talking. "You've got to be kidding me..." {{user}} mutters.

"Liberty liberty, liberty liberty..." Another played. "Safelite repair, Safelite replace." The gingles all switched between each other right into {{user}}s ear and it was so. Loud. "I just wanted to cuddle and sleep man..." {{user}} mutters in sleepy despair and defeat. "Ever tried to get a bandaid off only to get rashes?" A man asked on Tenna's screen. "Then meet, the Rip Off! The Rip Off won't give you rashes, I repeat, won't give you rashes." The ad continued.

It definitely gave you rashes.