Chandler Riggs/ Carl Grimes Imagines

Remember That

I made my way down the hallway, careful not to bump into anyone's shoulders, but at record speed.

I hated school.

There were people at school. People who didn't understand never would. People who looked at me like I was weird, or different, when in reality, there was nothing weird or different about me.

At least, that's how I felt with Chandler.

Chandler and I had been friends since I was fifteen, even though he was five years older than me.

A lot of people thought that was weird, including my mother, but in reality, our friendship was just as real as t would be if he and I were the same age.

For two years, we put up with relentless banter and our friendship had survived it all.

I quickly stashed my books in my locker, and as I moved back to close it, I felt someone grab my sides and squeeze.

"Chandler!" I yelled, attracting the attention of everyone else in the hall.

"Hey love," he said with a laugh, "How was school?"

I rolled my eyes, "Same as always. Why are you here and how did you get into the school?"

"I figured I was nearby and I could help you avoid getting on the bus," he smiled, "And you already know it was Ms. Peterson. You know she adores me."

I laughed and wrapped my arm around his waist as he did the same, matching his step with mine as we walked down the hallway, "That's not the slightest bit weird. Don't you think she's a little too old to be friends with you."

He smirked,"Aren't you a little too young?"

"Touché."

As we made it out the golden gates of hell and to Chandler's car, I saw a familiar face pass by.

"Hey Call," Ellie Marx called to me across the parking lot.

Ellie and I had been friends since middle school. The best of friends. She was practically my sister.

When we got to high school, she began to date this guy who lived a couple of towns over, and completely became obsessed. She never had time to talk or even say hi. Everything she said or did revolved around him and his every move.

It was quite sad to watch.

Slowly, she spent less and less time with me and our friendship disintegrated into nothing. The icing on the cake was her choice to tell me she "didn't care about me at all."

After that little remark, I decided I would never care about anyone else as much as I cared about Ellie.

Chandler saved me from that.

He showed me that you could relate to someone on such a personal level and be friends for a long time. He helped me understand that people leave, but he wasn't going to be one of them. He promised to be the one person who wouldn't leave, no matter what.

"Hi Ellie," I replied, "How are you? I haven't seen you around lately."

She smiled at me, "I'm great. After Dylan and I broke up, I was homeschooled for a bit. I decided I wanted to come back and get my life back to the way it was. I was hoping I would run into you."

I could feel my anxiety peaking. She ruined me.

She told me she cared and then she didn't. I let my life go to shreds wondering what I did to make her so mad that she told herself she didn't care about me, and then convinced herself of it to the point where she could repeat it back to me without falter.

I didn't want to tell her I couldn't do it again. I couldn't.

Just as I opened my mouth to let go of some word vomit, I heard Chandler roll down the window.

"Hey lovebug, you coming or what?"

I turned back to see him looking at me with worried eyes.

"Uh, yeah. Chandler this is Ellie. Ellie, this is my best friend, Chandler."

Of course Chandler recognized the name.

His normally calm and excited expression turned to one of cold stone.

"Calliope, get in the car."

I flinched at the sound of my full name coming from his mouth. Normally, he only did that when he was extremely pissed at me.

I shuffled my book bag on my back and climbed into the passenger seat, still shaking from my conversation with Ellie.

"She's done talking to you," he seethed.

"I'm sorry," Ellie whispered, "Did I do something to offend you? Do I even know you?"

He turned to look away from her and started his car, "You don't need to. I know that you hurt Calliope, and that's enough to make me not like you. Don't talk to her again. At all. Ever."

And with that, we were gone.

 Chandler pulled out of the parking lot, my eyes never leaving his rigid frame.

"That was mean," I said after a long, awkward silence.

"She hurt you," he replied almost instantaneously."She hurt you and that's not okay with me. I love you, lovebug. You're my best friend, so much to the point where if you hurt, I hurt. Remember that."

Holy holy holy... it's been so long guys!!!! I wish I could have written something better for the return... humph. I don't know. Can I get a haza for Chandler? Honestly, we all need a lovebug in our lives.

So, I wanted to apologize for all the people who asked me to do a request for them while I was inactive. I lost them... I know there were some, but I have no idea as to where they went, so yeah.... sorry.

I love you guys a lot and I want to thank you for reading my trash and commenting. Even though I haven't been writing, I have been looking at the comment and a lot of them were really funny, so thank you for that.

Alright... I think that's it for now

Luv ya ~Miki