~Your POV~
"What?" Chandler whispers, smirking and biting his lip-ring as we exchange stares .
"I don't know ." I laugh quietly .
His smirk fades into a smile as he rubs my hand with his thumb . I gently stop him and turn his hand over . The bright blue words catch my eyes as Chandlers hand relaxes . I study the question, examining every inch of his newly-tattooed hand .There's a thin black out-line around the bold, blue, cursive letters . It was beautiful .
"What?" Chandler laughs, looking down at his hand . I smile and shake my head .
"Dun Dun... Dun Du-"I look over at Sam to see he has paused the movie .
"I've never really realized how much I hate this movie ." He looks up at the paused great-white on the t.v. screen with disgust .
"Then why did you want to watch it?" I laugh as he smirks .
"Sharks......beach......people......girls......water......wet......bikini-"
"We get it Sam ." Chandler laughs, acting like it was obvious to understand what they were talking about .
"Let's watch a different movie ." Chandler sighs .
"Nah, I better head home ." Sam says standing up from the reclining chair .
I reach my arm across Chandler's hand to grab my phone from the coffee table . I press the power button as it reads 2:13 p.m.
"Bye Sam ." Chandler says as we both stand up .
"Bye Chair . Bye *y/n*." Sam says as he wraps his arms around me to give me a hug . I awkwardly stand there as he buries his head into my damp velvet hair . I can feel his cold lip-ring slightly touching my neck .
"Bye ." I whimper as he releases me .
"Nice meeting you ." He smirks .
"Mhm ." I mumble, looking down at my phone .
As Sam leaves, Chandler and I walk back to the couch . I sit on the couch 'criss-cross' as Chandler pulls his phone out of his pocket . I do the same .
"So, whatcha wanna do?" I hear Chandler ask .
"I don't know ." I reply as I scroll through my news feed .
"We could play video games...or go get tattoos ." He suggests, catching me off-guard .
"Tattoos?" I laugh, looking up at him .
He laughs and shrugs his shoulders . He looks back down at his phone and begins to type something as he flips his hair out of his eyes .
"seriously, the nearest tattoo parlor is like 10 minutes away ." He laughs sarcastically .
"Um... we could watch another movie ." Chandler mentions .
"Nah ." I slide my phone into the pocket of my white shorts .
"We could..." he trails off .
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Okay Pudding Bæs, this is a special chapter lol I need some ideas on what they should do or where they should go! I'm going to rarely ever do this kind of thing, so yeah! Comment your ideas and I just might use them!(: giving you credit Ofcourse c: Btw I won't update until I find an idea I really really like! Ily♥
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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 .
