My babysitter, Chandler Riggs . {{A Chandler Riggs fanfic}}

Chapter 6: Bent but not broken

            ~  Your POV ~

"Uh, so the movie?" I say as he rolls off of me .

"Sorry ." he mumbles, staring at the t.v.

"For what?" I laugh .

"Everything ." he sighs .

"I don't understand ." I laugh while I sit up .

"...I have a girlfriend ." he says biting his lip .

"Oh..." I say crawling out of bed .

"What are you doing?" he asks, sitting up .

"Cleaning up this popcorn ." I mutter, picking up pieces that were in the bed .

"Oh, here let me he-"

"I got it ." I interrupt him .

He let out a sigh as he pauses the movie . Chandler starts picking up popcorn too, placing them into the bowl .

Um, I just said I have it! Jesus . And why did he kiss me if he has a girlfriend? It makes no sense at all .

As he picks up pieces of popcorn, I glance at his wrists . There's about eight scars on each wrist . Their all old though .

"I'm going to go put a shirt on ." I hear him say as he looks up at me . Oh crap, I think he saw me looking .

"Oh...Okay ."I reply as he walks out .

Why would Chandler cut? I look around the room for my pink hoodie . Oh, it's beside the bed . I walk over to my mirror and slip it on .

While I'm by the mirror, I grab my hair brush and comb through my red hair . I remember the day I dyed too:

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"But what if nobody likes it?" I say as we stand in the girl's bathroom .

"They will ." I hear Avery say as she lays out the dye stuff on the counter by the sinks .

Avery had blond hair with pink highlights . She was two years older than me and dyed girl's hair in the bathrooms for   money .

"So, what color?" she asks as I sit on the counter .

"Umm . I don't know . What color would look good?" I ask as I stare at the dye colors .

"Well...Blond might look good . Or there's pink and green . I have some blue too . Oh and there's red ." she says digging in her bag .

"Red... I want red ." I say picking it up from the counter .

"Okay ."
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"Hey ." I hear Chandler walk through the door .

I smile at him . He's now wearing black jeans and a grey hoodie . The grey selves came down to his knuckles . Yeah, he probably did see me looking at his wrists earlier .

As we finish cleaning up all the popcorn, we just sit on the couch with our phones . So much for watching movies .

"I'm sorry for stuffing popcorn down your hoodie ." I hear Chandler say, still looking at his phone .

"It's fine ... I'm sorry for pouring popcorn on your head ." I smile at him .

"It's fine ." he laughs .

"So, your girlfriend?" I question .

"What about her?" he asks .

"Is she pretty?"

"Yeah, She's pretty ." he replies .

"What's her name?"

"You don't know her ." he says simply .

"Oh ." I say look down .

He probably just doesn't want me to know who she is . But why? Is he embarrassed by her? Does he not want me to be jealous or something? Does he actually have one?

"What school does she go to?" I ask curiously .

"You don't know the name of it ." he states, looking at his phone .

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I whisper .

All of a sudden, he jumps up and runs to my bedroom, slamming the door behind him . He burries himself into my covers as I walk in .

"Chandler? Are you in here?" I pretend to act like a didn't just see him run in here .

"No ." I hear a soft, teary voice .

I don't say anything, I just get on my knees beside my bed and lay my head on the mattress . I see a little hole made between the covers and a bright blue eye looking back at me .

"I-I'm sorry ." I hear Chandler say as tears flood his eyes .

"Why did you say you had a girlfriend if you don't?" I ask softly .

"Because . I-I don't want anyb-body to fall in love w-with a b-boy like me ." he says, choking back his tears .

"A boy like you?"

"I'm b-broken *y/n*." he states, closing his eyes .

"Shh ." I whisper, pulling the covers back so I can his face .

"Your bent, not broken ." I smile, playing with his hair .

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