~ Your POV ~
"Okay, you stay in the car ." he says as he parks the car .
"Chandler ." I say, nearly pulling the bandana off .
"No Stop!" he yells pushing it back over my eyes with one hand .
With his other hand, he holds my hands down on my lap . I feel him scoot across to my seat and sit on my hands . He takes both of his hands and ties the bandana back around my eyes .
"CHAN-"
"Shhh ." he whispers, unbuckling his belt . I feel a tear roll down my face as he takes his belt off all the way .
"Wait . Are you crying?" he asks, as he ties the belt around my wrists .
"W-Why did you t-tie my h-hands together?" I ask, trying to choke back my tears .
"Oh, no . No *y/n*, it's so you don't take the blind-fold off ." he says .
"I wouldn't hurt you *y/n* ." he whips away tears that were streaming down my face .
"T-Then could you un-untie me?" I whimper .
"Promise not to take the bandana off?" He says holding my hands .
I nod slightly as Chandler takes the belt off my wrists . He throws his belt into the floorboard of the backseat .
"Okay, please don't take the bandana off . It's a surprise ." he begs while he opens the car door .
I let a sigh as I hear him shut the door . The only noise I hear in the quiet car is the faint sound of 'Sk8er Boi By Arvil Lavigne' playing on the radio .
"He was a boy,
She was a girl,
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk.
She did ballet.
What more can I say?
He wanted her.
She'd never tell.
Secretly she wanted him as well" I hum to the music . I wait in the dark car for about half an hour until the car door opens .
"Hey ." I hear a deep voice say as they pull my bandana off .
"Hey Chandler ." I say, seeing Chandler sitting in the drivers seat .
"So, what's the surprise?" I ask, staring at the smirk plastered on his face .
He doesn't speak, he just motions his head towards the building in front of us . In neon letters, it reads 'Georgia Tattoo Shop' .
"You got a tattoo . Wow great surprise ." I say sarcastically .
"Wanna see it?" he asks, biting his lip ring .
"Sure ." I say as Chandler slowly moves his right fist towards me .
He opens his fist and revivals small blue words written on his palm. 'Will You Go Out With Me?'
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When I was done writing this chapter, I was like Awww lol
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My babysitter, Chandler Riggs . {{A Chandler Riggs fanfic}}
FanfictionMy stupid parents are going on a stupid vacation and leaving me alone with a stupid babysitter . I'm fifteen! I don't need a babysitter . Especially one that's the same age as me .
