Broken Star // Chandler Riggs Fanfiction

Chapter 18

We headed back to our gate not long after. I stayed quiet, I was starting to get angry now. Did Chandler even think of mentioning that Hana was coming with us?

I felt him put his arm around me but I shrugged out of it. He looked at me with confusion and hurt. I felt a little bad, so I said some random excuse.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I nodded and scurried off. I locked myself in on of the stalls. I set down the toilet seat so I could sit down on it. I sat cross legged and took a deep breath. Chandler and I could figure out a way to ditch Hana. He did leave her for me, he doesn't have any feelings for her.

I heard the door open, and I heard the echo of heels as they clicked against the tile floor. I saw them pause in front of the sinks. There were two women, one was dressed up in a fancy suit outfit, she had a shoulder length haircut, and blond hair, her makeup was done nicely.

The other woman was another girl, she had brown plain hair and she was wearing a walking dead shirt with a jean vest over it, and some shorts.

"They're in this airport somewhere, I need to get an interview with them," the fancy woman huffed. I became curious and listened.

"Well where are the gates leaving for Georgia?" The other one asked shyly I noticed she was holding a giant professional looking camera.

"I'm finding them," the blond haired woman said.

"Do you think I can get a picture with them?" The brunette asked shyly.

"I don't know, now listen to me, Norman Reedus, Ashley Reedus, and Chandler Riggs are in this airport, and I plan on finding them," the blond growled.

Now I knew who they were, paparazzi, news crew, interviewers, I didn't care, but I didn't want them to find us.

I heard the blond woman head into a stall. I slowly opened the door and stepped out to see the brunette gaping at me.

I motioned her to be quiet. She nodded wide-eyed, and motioned to her phone as if asking for a picture. I took a selfie with her quickly, then gave her an autograph on a random receipt she had.

I waved goodbye and whispered thank you before dashing back outside.

When I returned to our gate, I blurted out what I had heard the woman say. I told Norman, Chandler, and Hana.

"Why didn't they want me?" Hana asked raising her eyebrow.

"Not now Hana," I growled.

"Alright, well, come here kids," Norman dragged us to a small souvenir clothing shop. He bought himself some sunglasses, a hideous sweater, and a hat to cover himself. He motioned for Chandler and I to do the same.

I sighed before picking out a large raincoat, a floppy large SnapBack, and some cheap beach sunglasses.

I giggled as Chandler came out of the store wearing a horrendous floral windbreaker, some tacky sunglasses, and a huge fedora.

We sat at the gate, we got some strange looks, but nobody bothered us. I held my breath as I saw the news woman and the camera girl following her. The camera girl caught my eye, she caught the news woman's attention, and pointed her in the opposite direction of where we were.

I let out my breath, I giggled as Hana took a picture of Norman, Chandler, and I in our tacky clothes. I heard the flight attendant call our gate to board, and I quickly posted the picture on twitter.

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Once we got on the plane, we took off all of our weird clothes, and left them behind at the gate. We sat in the first class seating.