Déjà Vu // Chandler Riggs (EDITING)

Chapter 19: Celebrate

Liesel P.O.V

I woke up and saw Chandler was on my bed. I tried to wake up but nothing worked. I shook him, I yelled in his ear, I jumped on him, and nothing. I got out my phone and took a picture him. When I was finished I put on the alarm by his ear and that woke him up.

"Morning sleeping beauty." I said

"Why did you wake me up?" He asked

"Because it's almost 10 o'clock and the people from the studio are going to call me. That's if I get the part..."

"Well then let's go down stairs and eat breakfast before they call." He said

"Yeah... You're right." I said

Chandler and I went downstairs and saw Norman and Mingus eating.

"Morning dad." I said hugging him

"Morning. Someone's happy this morning. Why?" He asked

"Why wouldn't I be happy on this beautiful day? I saw a red beautiful right outside my window. It was beautiful."

"You're scarring me." Mingus said

"How? My older amazing brother. Oh my god... I love you so much." I said hugging him

"Dad do something. Please!!!" Mingus said

"Calm down. The people from the studio are going to call me and tell me if I got the part or not."

"I hope they don't call you."

"And I hope shampoo falls on your toe when you're taking a shower."

He gasped. "You're so cold. We'll I hope you step on a lego."

"I hope you get a paper cut-in-between your fingers."

"I hope you scald your tongue on soup."

"I hope the next tim you wish the dishes, and piece of food touches your finger when it's all pruney." I said

"Well I hop-"

"Enough you two. Those are terrible things to say to each other now say your sorry." Norman said

"Sorry." We both said

"Now Liesel I hope you get the part. Now get your breakfast and go upstairs and wait for the call."

"Thanks dad. After I get the call I'll tell you if they said yes."

"Okay good luck. Love you."

"Love you too. Hate you Mingus." I said grabbing breakfast and heading up the room.

Chandler and I went back upstairs and ate out breakfast. We talk about random things.

"So how's life?" I asked

"Great ever since you've been in it."

"Hows Grayson?"

"He's great, but we haven't been talking much lately."

"Why not?"

"Because we got into a big fight."

"What about?" I asked interested

"Grayson and I were playing baseball in the backyard. When I threw the ball to him. He hit it through the window and blamed me, but my mom knew he was lying and grounded him so now he's pissed off at me."

"But you didn't so anything."

"I know. He just likes to have it his way. He just get's not mad easily."