Love Interest (A Chandler Riggs FanFiction)

Empty (19)

Chandler's POV: 

It's been 1 month since the break up and I feel so out of place without her. The show said, that she went missing. We don't know where she is, so Carl and Me feel about the same way. I need some Starbucks. I need coffee. I'm 16 so I now have my driver's liscence.

I got into my car and drove to Starbucks. 

Layla's POV: 

I put my apron on over my creme sweater and brown leggings. I leaned down and made sure that my creme coloured combat boots. It's the winter time, so It's cold. I fixed my hair before pulling it into a pony tail and washing my hands. 

I stood back up and looked at the cash register. 

I saw someone standing there out of the corner of my eyes. 

"What can I get you today?" 

"A grande carmel frap please." A familiar voice said. I looked up and saw Chandler. HIDE YOUR FACE LAYLA. 

I made his frap, but he noticed me. 

"Layla?" He asked, I looked at him and smiled. He had a look in his eyes that was pulling at my soul. I made his drink and handed it to him. Great. He gave me a smile and left. 

***

"I can't do this anymore." I whispered, holding the pills in my hand. So many of them. I took them in my mouth and swallowed water. I sat in my bathtub, with no water. Just me. 

I felt myself become tired. I slowly fell asleep. 

Chandler's POV: 

I need to see her again. I quickly drive to her house and knock. No one answers so I walk in... I scream for her but she doesn't answer back. I run upstairs to her room. I see the bathroom door open and I run for it. There she lays, with a emoty pill bottle in her lap with her head leaned over the edge of the bathtub. 

I pick her up and lean her head over the toilet. I don't want to do this. I reach two of my fingers down her throat. She quickly vomits the pills out. I hear her coughing. She has tears in her eyes and her face is red. 

She turns around and see's me after she's done throwing up. 

I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry." She said, before hugging my neck. I begin to feel tears creeping out of my eyes and hitting her shoulder. I wrap my arm around her hips and squeeze gently. 

"Can I talk to you now about the wedding and what really happened." I asked, I felt her nod against my shoulder. I walked her into her room and sat her on her bed. 

"That brunette, was my cousin Renee'. I haven't seen her since I was 12." I said holding her face.

"Chandler. I had no idea." She said, before hugging me again. 

"Why did you do that Layla." I ask, holding her thigh. 

"I just felt, empty. Like I didn't have anything left here." She said, looking at me. I kissed her forehead. 

"How about you go take a nice shower, and I'll go downstairs and cook us something to eat alright?" I said, she nodded and swallowed what spit she had left. I walked downstairs and opened her fridge. I'm gunna make a cake. Haha. Yep. I'm gunna make a cake. 

Layla's POV: 

I strip down to nothing and get under the hot water. I wash everything especially since I know tat me and Chandler will kiss again. I get out and brush my teeth. I decide to put on some red plaid Pajamma pants and a bandeau tube top that showed my stomach. 

I pulled my wet hair into a messy bun. And put on some white ankle socks. 

I walked downstairs where Chandler waited.