chandler riggs + carl grimes imagines

11 ; french | riggs

ayoooo thanks to @chandlerriggsismine6 aka mckayla for requesting this:) had a fun time writing it!

McKayla's POV

I walked into the classroom, my eyes immediately landing on Chandler. He was a quiet kid for such a popular one. He sat in the back of the classroom, his headphones in. I usually sat in front of him, listening to his pencil slide across the paper when he doodles.

I've known his him since middle school. He wouldn't really talk much, only to his friends Sam, Gray and a couple of others.

-

"Your partners are on the board." Mrs. E said, pulling up the list. I looked for my name, seeing it next to Chandler's.

"Hey." I said as I turned around to see him. "We're partners."

A smile grew on his face. "My place after school?" he asked.

Chandler's POV

"My place after school?" I asked McKayla. She nodded, smiling at me. It was adorable how her eyes squinted slightly when she did.

I've seen her grow up to be a junior in high school since a 7th grader in middle school. I think he's a junior ???

She turned back around. I hated sitting behind her. I could never see her face. She had a...nice face. I put my hand over my mouth to hide me smiling at the thought of her. Wow, I was such a loser.

-after skool B)

yo note ; i don't know french but im using google translate so don't shout at me if something is wrong

McKayla's POV

I threw on some joggers and and a gray shirt. It was almost 5, and I had to be there in 15 minutes. I grabbed my textbook and backpack than walked out the front door. I made my way to my car and pulled out.

I haven't been to Chandler's house since the 8th grade. We would play basketball outside and go to the skate park down the block. But he's been a lot more quiet lately. It seems like something is wrong, like he's going through a depressed state of mind.

A few more minutes passed and I was at his house. I walked to the front door than rang the doorbell.

The doorknob turned and I saw Chandler standing in front of me. He had a loose black knitted sweater on, some dark red basket basketball shorts and his hair was a mess.

"Hey." he smiled. "Uh- come in, I guess."

"Thanks." I smiled back as I walked into his home.

"Sorry I look like trash." he giggled, closing the door behind him.

"Sorry I look like trash." I laughed.

"You look beautiful." he smiled. "Oh-uh. I mean you look fine. Let's just-go upstairs."

-

my aunt did an assignment like this so s/o to her for the project idea yo
Our project was we had to write a story using French terms. I didn't have anything in mind and I didn't know if Chandler did as well.

Chandler's room changed a lot since I last saw it. All the blue and green walls were soon replaced with basic white walls. His bedsheets were now a simple black color. His table had monitors and small decorations that were references to other games. He changed alot. He grew up. He matured.

He sat down on his bed, putting his glasses on. I sat down with him pulling out the books, laptop etc. "So do you have any ideas?" I asked.

"Yeah...actually. I wrote a small thing today." he smiled, awkwardly pulling out a crumbled piece of paper from his backpack. "It's kinda sloppy, sorry." His hand writing was in cursive. It wasn't the messy kind, it was beautiful.

tu me regardais comme vous rien vu , mais un garçonMais je vous promets qu'un jour vous verrez mon comme plusje vais tenir votre main et vous dire que personne d'autre ne vous blesser à nouveauque vous ne serez plus triste et tous vos souhaits seront ceux que vous jamais pensé que vous aviez

you looked at me like you saw nothing but a boy

but i promise you that one day you will see my as more

i will hold your hand and tell you that no one else will hurt you again

than you will no longer be sad and all your wishes will be the ones you never thought you had

"Chandler, this is beautiful." It was a very simple poem but it had a deep meaning behind it. "How'd you get inspired?"

"Oh...uh." he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. "From..you."

"What?" I asked.

"You are..I mean... I like you. Maybe even more. I always have since the begining! Have you not seen that McKayla!" Chandler shouts. He calms down after realizing how emotional he's getting. I've never seen him like this. Did I cause it?

"Chandler..I..I like you too..alot." I giggled.

"Really?"

"Of course. You are sweet, kind, handsome."

He blushed, looking down at the paper with the cursive writing. "Thank you, so much." We both sat there, awkwardly smiling at what just happened. I never realized Chandler liked me like that. He was so quiet and I could never tell how he was feeling. "Wanna like...date or something?" he laughed.

"Nah." I said. His eyes went large and his jaw dropped. "I'm kidding." I laughed. He looked relieved, than pulling me into his arms. I missed his touch. The last time he hugged me was at the end of 8th grade.

"Let's study later." he whispered, his lips touching my ear.

tysm mckayla for the story !

and my phone broke and i just figured out how to do this shiton my school laptop wiTH EVERYTHING BLOCKED OMG

but tomorrow is halloween so stay safe <3

and laST WEEK'S EPISODE OMGOGMOGMOGMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOM

okay, have a lovely day. bye bye