Lights! Camera!...Love? (Gay Chandler Riggs Fanfic)

CH 12

Jordan's POV

I woke up tangled with Mingus as he played on his phone, he was laying on his back with my head on his chest; half of my body was laying on top of his as he had his other arm around me. "Oh my god I'm so sorry" I said as I scrambled off of the bed. "Why?" Mingus asked so calmly that I just stared at him. "Because...like...you don't think it's weird?" I stuttered. "No not really" he said, calmly "If anything I really liked it, you're a great cuddle buddy." "I'm sorry I was just tired, I don't think I've stayed up that late before" I said. "It's alright, have some breakfast" he said motioning to the already cold burritos.

I nodded and took one as he sat up "Jordan...can we talk?" "What about?" I asked. "Well...I was thinking about last night...and how much fun it was" Mingus said. "Yeah I had a blast, thanks" I nodded. "Well I was thinking, maybe we can go to the next level and-" "Jordan are you inside? I really need to talk to you, it's important" I heard Chandler say from outside the door as he knocked. "One sec Mingus, he sounds kind of annoyed" I said as I went to the door.

I opened the door and Chandler came inside, giving Mingus a cold, yet cordial smile that Mingus returned. "Jordan did you not get my note?" Chandler asked. "What note?" I asked confused. Chandler glanced at Mingus before slightly puffing out his chest "Can we go somewhere to talk? Alone, privately". I nodded "Umm...yeah?" Chandler looked at the burrito in my hand before grabbing my inhaler from my dresser and handing it to me "C'mon I'll take you out to breakfast..or brunch since it's already noon" he said. "I'll see you later Mingus" I said, allowing myself to be herded out from my trailer.

-

I was very impressed. While Mingus took me out to a fast food restaurant; Chandler took me to a far fancier place, a restaurant inside one of Atlanta's best resorts. The waiters wore slacks, white shirts and ties, the ceiling was hand painted, there was a fountain in the middle of the restaurant and there was a small stage were a live band would have been playing. You must have needed a suit and tie to eat here for dinner!

"Mr. Riggs, always a pleasure" the maitre'D said as Chandler and I walked into the restaurant "Table for two?" Chandler nodded and we followed the maitre'D through the restaurant after he grabbed some menu; as we walked though, I flinched as two girls started shrieking "Oh my god Chandler I'm you're biggest fan!" they both said together as they ran through the restaurant toward us.

Chandler patiently smiled and nodded as they gushed over him, leaving me standing there awkwardly. As they got out phones to take pictures Chandler looked at me and said "You ladies should take a picture with this guy, he's TWD's next big star." They finally looked at me, noticing I existed and smiled "Hey you're kinda cute too." "Make sure you tag Jordan on Instagram alright" Chandler said with a smile after we were done taking pictures "If you do I'll 'like' your post."

"That was nice of you" I said as we followed the maitre'D though an 'Employee's Only' door "Why are you so determined for the fans to like me? Extras and minor characters come and go all the time from the show." Chandler smiled at me "I like having you around." "Thanks" I mumbled through my blush.

We were lead down a hallway lined with doors, the matire'D opened one and stood to the side before saying "Your server will be right with you." "Wow a private dining room!" I said as the door closed behind us; the room was simple but elegant, hardwood floors and classy wallpaper, the only thing inside was a dining table and four chairs.

Chandler walked over to the dining table in the middle of the room and pulled out a chair for me like the gentleman he is. I went over and sat in it before he sat in his own chair. "So what's up, why did you take me here?" I asked, he took off the bag that was slung over his shoulder and pulled out a stack of papers. "They finished the script last night" he said "But you and I need to talk about it" he said before he moved his chair so instead of sitting across he sat right next to me like we were studying for a test or something; I could feel his body heat even though there was a small space between us, he sat that close.

He flipped through the script and looked at me as he pointed to a spot on the page, my cheeks became red as I read it:

Carl and Remiel sit outside on a fallen log alone. Remiel: I never thanked you for saving me and my group the other day.

Carl: Don't mention it, as Glenn once said 'If I was that far up shit creek without a paddle, I hope someone would help me' so don't worry about it.

Remiel: Well thanks, but let me make it up to you somehow.

Carl smiles while looking at the ground before picking up a stick and twirling it in his fingers "I...maybe you can repay me somehow".

Remiel nods: "Yeah, sure anything"

Carl scoots in closer until shoulders touch before whispering: "How about a kiss"

Remiel looks bashful for a moment and Carl starts to lean in. Camera view shifts behind them as their lips touch, slow pull back, fade to black, end scene.

The script was littered with these scenes, tender little moments between Remiel and Carl usually just kissing but near the middle there was a make out scene, with tongue, while Carl's hand on Remiel thigh. Five episodes later Carl and Remiel attempt to go all the way inside of a car but are interrupted by walkers, both of us will have our shirts off though. While we were reviewing the script we actually ordered and our food came out before we were finished reading all the scenes.

I looked up at Chandler who produced another piece of paper and a pen, through a mouthful of waffle he said "The script will be edited a little bit more but for all intents and purposes it's done. If you sign this you agree to everything the script says; it's just a legal thing that says that you consent to this and that you aren't being raped or sexually assaulted while on screen. Everyone that had on screen physical relationships has to sign one.

"Chandler...are you ok with this? I mean this is pretty heavy stuff, we're pretty much groping and dry humping in episode fourteen and in episode sixteen Daryl catches us...um...giving hand jobs" I said, flipping through the script again. "No, see" Chandler says looking at the script and pointing to that scene on the page "We'll still have our clothes on but we'll be wearing shorts, the camera will be adjusted so all it sees are our exposed lower knees and backs. And we're actually going to be shaking ketchup bottles. No dicks will be out. The only thing that won't be faked are the kisses, and touches which is why you need to sign this" he said, pointing to the waiver again.

"Do you...want to kiss me?" I asked "There is at least one kiss in every episode after they meet...and they meet in episode two...the first kissing scene is the last scene of that episode" Chandler looked at me, staring deep into my eyes before just saying "Yes." I blushed deeply when he said that, because of the way he said it; the quiet confidence that Chandler always possessed and the intensity of which he said it, like he was never more sure of anything in his life. "Is that alright?" he asked when I didn't say anything.

"Yeah...that's fine" I said as I grabbed the pen and signed my name on the wavier before putting the date. Our server walked in and asked "Any dessert boys?" "Can we actually get a bottle of champagne - oh wait" Chandler said as he looked at me "You can't drink that's right...can we get some sparkling cider please?" The server nodded and walked back out of the room.

-

"So what did you and Mingus do last night?" Chandler asked as we walked through the park eating ice cream cones.   Chandler wore a hat and a large pair of sunglasses to keep from being recognized. "Nothing really, just ate at Chipotle and then played some live music in front of a drunken crowd of college students. "That sounds like...fun?" Chandler said.

"Yeah you sound so sure" I chuckled. "I'm sorry that's not really my scene" Chandler admitted. "No? Well, what sounds fun to you?" I asked. "This...and breakfast" Chandler said with a smirk before thinking about it for a moment "Going to the theater to see a live performance, art shows, playing video games, sitting on the couch watching a movie...low energy/stress environments now that I think about it; unlike Mingus I can have a good time without sweating.

He reached into his pocket as his pants started singing before he answered his phone "Hey Dinai, what's up?...No I'm with Jordan in Atlanta, why what's going on?...No neither of us are scheduled for today, today is Norman, Steve and Michael...What? No one told me, fine we'll be on our way back "

When we went back to the set, I saw Mingus leaning against a tree, watching us park. When we got out of the car though he turned around and walked back to set.