Rookie Chandler
I may be high as a fucking kite but you best believe that this food is fucking amazing! And for once I don't feel so gloomy or like i'm idling. I'm actually...breathing...alive...dare I say it, happy.
And Will is standing there with a shit eating grin on his face as my high self amuses him.
"You know, you seem like a whiny girl. Hey...speaking of girls. What happened with Mia?" Well, that was an unexpected question. Wait.
What did happen with Mia?
"Shit. I forgot about her, honestly. Oh my god! I forgot about my girlfriend!" Realization hit and I could've sworn my pupils grew ten times bigger.
"I don't blame you, she's a bitch, Rookie. Are you happy with her?" He asked, a look of full seriousness on his face.
"No." It just came out. "I'm actually gay but she's not going to know that. Yeah, that's a dick move of me, but she's actually so annoying and controlling. Like, if I broke up with her all hell would break loose. Especially if she found out I'm gay." That also just blurted out of my mouth.
"No judgement here, little C." He said. What's with the damn nickname, though? I actually like it.
"Why do you call me that?" I said a little harshly not meaning to. "We're on the run, Rooks. If I called you Rookie or Chandler, it's a dead giveaway. Same thing for me." He explained. His eyes were focused on me entirely while mine were all over the place, like they couldn't stay still on one thing.
My high eventually wore off and I was back to being miserable. Then everything dawned on me all at once.
Me and Will are on the run. Hillary and Stella are probably lost and confused. I had to be given a nickname so we don't get caught so easily. I sprained my ankle and can't move for the next three weeks. People think I killed my dad and that Will raped Stella. My girlfriend really has no fucking clue i'm gay. I'm still with said girlfriend, technically.
And I might be catching feelings for Will.
I've noticed a couple of times that I often steal a glance at him every chance I get when he's not looking. How his hair looks so fluffy and I wanna play with it. And his eyes. Those beautiful, majestic eyes. The way he doesn't treat me like a freak and how he has never mentioned anything I told him, or brought up what we talked about the first time I went to his house about my...confusion. In fact he's always been there for me. He didn't abandon me when this shit started. He never closed himself off. Instead, he stood by my side and fought with me through this rough patch. He could've abandoned me at the hill but he didn't. He brought me here. Where he knew I'd be safe and taken cared of.
How could I not fall for him?
The fact he might not be gay. Right. That.
The local High School jock who's been hanging out with the odd weird kid.
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The look behind those tired eyes
Historical Fiction"It's the look behind those tired eyes, Chandler. They tell a story not many could comprehend. Not a lot of people in your position are able to speak up about their mental health as much as you, you talking about it is a great thing!" "The only good...
