Chandler & I

OOOOO

I smile at Chandler, I've never been so happy in my life. I wrap my arms around him and everything is perfect.
Until I wake up.
I shoot out of bed, and it takes me a moment to realize that the perfect moment that just happened was all a dream. I wasn't Chandler's girlfriend. I knew it was too good to be true, and tears well up into my eyes. What else had been a dream? I open my backpack, and Chandler's note with his phone number is there, good. At least THAT wasn't a dream. I guess after I got home, I went right to sleep. And dreamed all of it.
As things become clearer, I decide to get my stuff ready for school tomorrow. Mainly I'm just trying to forget that the perfect life was just a trick my mind played on me.
I pull out the note and type his phone number into my contacts. I notice that it's the time when school gets out, so I decide to text him.

E: Hey.

I almost get an immediate response.

C: Hey, this is Eliza, right?

E: Yep

C: Cool. So... why weren't you at school today?

E: I threw up everywhere :-)

C: ooo, lovely.

E: that's one way to describe it...

C: 👍

E: I'll be there tomorrow though (╹◡╹)

C: oh, ok good.

E: good?

C: just... nevermind.

E: umm. ok?
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And he didn't respond after that. Why was he acting so strange? He always seemed so perfect and flawless...

{Chandler's POV}

I feel so stupid! I've had an insane crush on her since she moved here... and now she probably thinks I'm shy and awkward! I throw my phone on the ground, lay on my bed and think. I broke up with my girlfriend, Rachel, for Eliza. But now, Eliza just thinks I'm a loser. I want to ask her out, but if she says no...

{Eliza's POV}

Maybe he didn't respond because he just thinks I'm some fangirl or something. I just wanted a perfect life with him, is that too much to ask? I guess so. My parents open the front door and walk in, so I run downstairs and greet them. They brought home dinner from Chick Fil A, so I grab my bag and run upstairs, eat the meal, and watch more TWD. But not for the walkers, action, and emotion. For Chandler.

I don't even notice how long I've been watching, but when I look at the clock, it's already 10:00. I'm dreadfully tired... so I lay down on my bed and instantly go to sleep. I dreamt of nothing.
In the morning, I put on a cute light blue sweater, black jeans, and black flats. My hair is straightened, and I have some eyeliner, concealer, lip gloss, and mascara on. I didn't want a ton of makeup, because if I had any chances left of making an impression on Chandler, I didn't want to look nothing like myself.
After breakfast, I walk to school and go through all my crappy classes... and then I get to drama. Today we were all practicing a monologue to perform in front of the class. My teacher said that I could practice in an empty classroom, so I walk into one that seems pretty basic. Nothing but desks and chairs in it. I pull out the piece of paper with my monologue printed on it, and begin speaking. I use the emotion intended to go along with the scene, and I get deeply involved into it. I feel like I'm actually there, yelling those words at a friend. But in reality, I'm alone. At least I thought. After I finish, I close my eyes and just think of what I did right, and what I did wrong, when the sound of someone's hands applauding startle me out of my trance. In the doorway of the dark classroom was no one other than Chandler. He has a gorgeous smile on his face and says "You're a really good actress." I laugh because after all, he's a famous actor. "Are you kidding? You're the best actor I've ever seen!" I say, and I notice that he sort of blushes. "You watch my show?" he asks with a hopeful glint in his eyes. "Of course! All the time!" I reply and he blushes even more. Then he says "You know, they're having an audition for a new role in The Walking Dead. You should try out." he smiles and walks out of the room. I chase after him and grab his attention. "You really think so? I'm not that good, but I'd love to try." He smiles. "You would be perfect for it." He says and I blush INSANELY. Then I hug him, which takes him by surprise. But after a moment, he hugs back, and it's amazing. "Thanks." I whisper.