To the Moon and Back {Chandler Riggs}

E l e v e n

I swallow hard and pace back and forth in my trailer. My heart is beating fast and I feel as nervous as I was my first day on set.

"Get it together Savanna," I tell myself. "We're just acting. It's just acting." I've been dreading this scene since I even found out about the part. I know my lines and I know what's going to happen. This is gonna be extremely awkward.

There's a knock on my door, making me jump.

"Come in," I call, still trying to calm my nerves.

"Five minutes," Gale informs me, poking her head inside my trailer.

I nod my head, grab Carl's sheriff hat, and follow Gale to the set. The Hilltop looks the exact same as it did yesterday and the day before and the day before that. Even seeing Chandler sitting in the grass with fake scars covering the right side of his face doesn't seem to altar the familiar setting.

He's exchanged his gauze for the notorious glasses with one blacked out lens. I take a seat beside him on the grass and avoid making eye contact as I set the sheriff hat on the grass beside me.

"I think we all have an idea of what's going on in this scene so let's do it right the first time and get it over with," Scott says. He seems as uncomfortable as I am.

I wiggle around a little as a final attempt to calm my nerves before inching closer to Chandler.

"Action!" Scott shouts.

"So what do you guys eat?" Chandler asks, leaning against the chicken coop.

"What do you mean?" I ask nonchalantly.

With a shrug, Chandler answers, "Like you know food."

"The land provides," I state, staring at the grass. My hair doesn't seem to want to cooperate today, and it springs free from behind my ears. I ignore it and don't put it back.

"What? Really?" Chandler asks surprised.

I nod and count to five in my head like Robert told me before making eye contact with Chandler. He smirks at me and I smile back.

"I'm cold," I whisper softly, yet loud enough for the mic to hear me, and snuggle up with Chandler. This is about to get real awkward real quick.

"O- okay," Chandler stammers as he wraps his arm around me.

I lean my head on Chandler's shoulder, "You're nice. I like you."

"I... I like you, too... Lydia," Chandler states.

I don't make eye contact just yet to avoid blushing, but I can feel heat rising to my cheeks, so I look up at Chandler. "Carl, can you take off your glasses?"

"Huh?" He looks down at me with a surprised look on his face.

"Take them off," I repeat. "I want to see." I reach for the glasses, but Chandler grabs my wrist.

"No, stop. You don't want to," Chandler mumbles, looking down. "Trust me."

"Why is one of lenses blacked out?" I ask as Chandler releases my wrist. "What are those scars? What happened?"

"I was shot... I lost an eye, it's... most of the bone healed over eventually... but it's not easy to look at..." Chandler trails off, staring behind me. "It's gross, okay? I don't want you to look."

"Carl. Please. I want to see," I tell him, reaching for the glasses. Tears sting in my eyes and I'm not sure why. Seeing Chandler vulnerable and embarrassed like this hurts my heart. Even if he's just acting as Carl.

"No..." he whispers in defeat, no longer trying to fight back.

"Too late," I smile, slowly taking the glasses away. I stare in awe at the realistic looking makeup Greg did. The fleshy part where his eye should be and the scars trailing the right side of his face. It looks awesome.

"See? It's gross," Chandler mutters, looking away. I turn his chin to where he's facing me again and I look into his eye.

"No it's not." I lean closer to Chandler where our faces almost touch and whisper, "I think it's sexy." Before licking the makeup and prosthetics where his eye should be. I find myself once again thanking God for my dark complexion that prevents my blushing from being too obvious.

When I pull away, Chandler's eye is wide and his mouth is slightly open. That was by far the weirdest thing I've ever done. Probably Chandler, too. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

"Carl?" I ask, innocently licking my top lip. I force Chandler to the ground and hover above him as he holds me away. His hands are on my hips and my hair falls down, creating a curly, black shield around my face.

"Wha- why did you-"

"Have you ever had sex before?" I ask seductively. My palms smash the grass near Chandler's shoulders as I use my hands to prop myself up.

"What? Um..." Chandler stutters, lowering his arms as I close the gap between us.

"It's okay. I can show you how," I whisper in his ear and nibble on it slightly. This is so fucking weird.

Chandler looks up at me with wide eyes as I trail my finger down his left arm, to his hand, and interlock our fingers. Our hands rest on his sheriff hat and I lean in. Just before our lips connect, Greg shouts, "cut!"

I let out a sigh of relief and remove my body from Chandler's. He helps me up and we brush the dirt off ourselves.

"Good work everybody. That's it for today," Greg calls and everyone begins to leave.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" Chandler chuckles, nudging my arm with his elbow.

"Yes it fucking was Chandler. Don't try to tell me that wasn't the weirdest shit you've ever done," I whisper/yell to get my point across.

"Come on. You know you kinda liked it," Chandler teases and pokes my arm.

I slap his hand away. "I licked your fucking eye Chandler."

He laughs sand rolls his eye before going to see Greg to get his prosthetics removed. I return to my trailer to change out of my character and get my stuff.

I can't stop thinking about Brianna. I know we're friends and she says she doesn't mind Chandler and I being coworkers because we're only acting, but that was some pretty intense acting. I hope she's not too frustrated when this episode airs in February.