The Choice (Chana Fan-fiction)

Chapter 6

**Katelyn point of view**

Four weeks later

I felt Chandler's hand graze over mine. We stood there, smushed in that tree like being smashed into a box. It wasn't that awful, considering we had already filmed several takes for two different outcomes of both of us being in the tree. One of which involves us kissing. Which we were filming at that moment in time.

Chandler looked away from my face, portraying his characters humiliation. I went up on my tippy-toes, bringing myself of to his ear, "It's their world, we're just living in it."

Now here was my part: my hand came up and gently took his jaw and turn it back towards me. We shortened the distance between us until I could feel his breath against my lips. His lips suddenly connected to mine.

"Cut!" Greg called from behind the camera. We pulled away immediately. He spoke, "Can we do that again? This time more hesitation!"

I speechlessly nodded, somewhat annoyed.

Crew members from every corner scurried up to us, fixating our positions to match the ones previously captured before. They urgently walked behind the camera.

"Continue from 'it's their world'! All sound will be recorded later, so I will give further instructions as we go," Greg yelled, "And...Action!"

"It's their world, we're just living in it," I gently whispered once again. I lowered myself back to the ground. This time, instead of grabbing ahold of his jaw, I childishly took his hand, catching his attention. Carl's eyes widened, confused. We once again inched ourselves closer, until our lips connected.

Instead of Greg calling it off, Chandler and I awkwardly stood together for a few more seconds.

"Pull away," he demanded.

I pulled away, trying my hardest to bring out my actual embarrassment. So, I looked down, letting out a slight grin. I couldn't lie, I had feelings for him. Even if they were suppressed and denied, they were still there. I still had butterflies in my stomach every time I looked at him. But he was far from single. He is probably the worst kind of person I had ever met.

"And...cut!" He called, "Perfect guys. One more time, this time around, Chandler, I need you to be more hesitant and uncomfortable."

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I sat in the black fabric, bamboo legged chair, with KATELYN threaded on the back. I scrolled through my phone, waiting to be called for my next scene. I glanced at my vanity to see a thick book of pages, covered in character names, scenes, and character actions.

I set my phone down, grabbed the script, and skimmed through what I was about to film. It was with Steven Yeun.

I hated how I knew how his character ended, and I was very upset that he was going to be leaving the set in less than a year. The viewers think that no one knows who gets killed by Lucille, but the script was written years in advance. I learned about it right when I joined the cast.

As I read through, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up, and my hair fell over my shoulder.

"Great scene today, Katelyn," Chandler complimented.

"Save it," I told him. I looked back at the vanity, trying to not gaze  at him through the mirror.

"Whats wrong? I thought we were friends." Chandler stood up straight, his head now to high up to be in mirror view. He placed his hands in his pockets, his eyebrows furrowed.

I sighed, "We were, but I can't anymore. I can't spend time with someone like you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he shrugged.

I snapped back to look at him, "Don't play dumb. Hana told me. She told me everything. I understand you now, Chandler. I don't get how you could think any of this is okay, but I understand why you disgust me so much. Leave me alone."

As I caught his gaze, I couldn't help but fall into his crystal blue eyes. Just by one, short glance, he drove me crazy. A few years back, I thought there had been a chance. But I soon figured out there wasn't. There was Hana, then Brianna, and who knows who else in between. And once Hana told me the situation, I didn't want him. He was different. Before that ship, at school, he was always one of the sweetest guys; but not anymore. He takes advantage, and truly only cares about looks, which I don't have, at least not compared to Hana or Brianna.

Brianna used to not be what she is now. They both have perfect bodies, perfect hair, and beautiful, stunning faces.

"Oh, and what is it that you understand? Huh?" He placed his hand on my chair as he leaned over me, coming to my level. My breathing hitched as his expression intensified. Why was I so into him?

I tried to speak without letting my feelings show. I had to take a subtle, deep breath in order to do so. I made intense eye contact, slowing my tone, "You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself."

He maintained our eye contact, pausing for moments on end. My heart beat out of my chest as I felt everything around me go out of focus. Damn it, I thought to myself.

"You know that isn't true, Katelyn," He leaned over even more causing me to lose my breath once again, "But, whatever, Katelyn. Just remember, I am the one who got you this role."

I rolled my eyes, "Is that a threat?"

"What else would it be?" He furrowed his brow.

Becoming frustrated with his statements and how I felt about him, I spat, "Your a coward, Chandler. I'm not scared. Go ahead. Report me for whatever it is you think will get me in trouble."

I lowered my tone once again, pausing, "But don't think that I won't tell everyone what happened with you and Zoey."

He visibly gulped. Suddenly, he pulled away, completely obliterating the moment that had just taken place. As if none of the previously occurring events had taken place, he began to walk away, as if to surrender, "Okay."

Childish. Cowardly. Douchebag.

The three words that symbolized Chandler Riggs.

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The long awaited update!! Hope you all are satisfied..
I've had lots of writers block. I apologize.
I've also been depressed lately, and I'm losing grip of inspiration.
If you have any good chandler or carl fan fiction, comment below. I could use it.