That night, after the Cherry Hill Monster Mania was long over, Chandler paced his hotel room, lost in thought.
"Emily Rose, Emily Rose, Emily Rose," he muttered to himself, over and over again and again.
Her name was imprinted in his mind like a permanent tattoo. He paced the room. She was unlike any girl he had ever met. Until this morning, he was going to ask out his life long friend, Hana. She was older than him, not like Emily Rose.But her hair was blond like Emily Rose's.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Chandler yelled, sitting down roughly on the bed. "You're an idiot Riggs! An idiot! She's a fan- you will never see her again stop thinking of her!" Chandler sat there for the next ten minutes, breathing heavily an trying to clear his mind of all things Emily Rose.
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"But no I swear he looked right at me! He even tucked a piece of hair behind my ear!" It was once again Monday morning and Emily Rose stood with a cluster of friends recounting her adventures.
" Okay Em if you say so," one of Emily Rose's long time friends said, with a sarcastic tone.
The group was small; Kierstin, Margret, and lily had never watched an episode of the Walking Dead, Rachel and Emily Rose on the other hand had seen every episode, multiple times.
The homeroom bell rang, disrupting the conservation. Each girl quickly scattered to her own homeroom. Emily Rose dreamily sat down in her seat and was so absorbed in all things Chandler Riggs that she missed the first half of The Pledge of Alligiance.
The rest of the day was as interesting as watching paint dry. At lunch she went into the bathroom, the one camera-free zone in the school to spam Chandler on his Ask.fm. He never responded to her disappointment. After school, her boatload of homework restricted her from attempting to contact Chandler.
That night, before she went to sleep, Emily Rose did the one thing that would change her life she sent an Instagram direct message to her friends. The direct had one message, " Tomorrow we spam Chandler."
