Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 22

{Think happy thoughts.

Think happy thoughts.

Think happy thoughts.

Think happy thoughts.

Think happy thoughts.

Think happy thoughts.

Think happy thoughts.

Be positive. That's all. Just don't think about it. That's all. That's what they told me.

Well it's not that easy, if you think about it.

Try being in my shoes for a day, a girl who's grown up with a perfect life.
Until some asshole wanted blood.
Money.

Something.

From there, I haven't had a mother. My father is basically gone. I don't know if I'll get my brother back.

It gets lonely sometimes, when you feel like you're going insane.

Happy thoughts and positive vibes seem so distant from a broken mind}

Chandler's Point Of View

I started up my truck as Bridget buckled her seat belt.

Finally.

FINALLY!!

She can actually talk to me without cringing and screaming at me!!
This feels good.

I just wanna be friends with her.

She's so perfect, her smile is so pretty, and her body, and her hair. She's everything I'd want, honesty. But I know she'd never like me.

"Chandler...are we gonna leave?" Bridget peeped.

"Uh, yeah! Sorry...was just thinking," I mumbled before pulling out of Jake's driveway.

I'm such an ass.

"About what?" She quietly asked.

"Nothing really," I told her, never
taking my eyes off the rode.

"Oh."

"Personal stuff," I quickly made up an excuse.

She nodded and played on her phone.

We drove in silence for a good 20 minutes.

I pulled up to my house and came to a stop. "We're here," I said getting out.

"Thanks for taking me here, I really wouldn't of been able to go back home," she smiled, "My dad would've.."

"Would've what?" I asked.
She shook her head and walked in front of me.

"Your house is fucking huge," she gasped as she admired my house.
Yeah, I guess you could say that.

"My parents are never home, always working, neglecting their child. Sometimes I think they forget about me," I laughed.

"Well I'd rather have that than a parent who beats you senselessly," she bluntly stated.

I stayed silent.

The happiness was practically drained from her face.

If it was ever there...

I feel so bad for her. From what I know, her life is hell. I wanna help her, but she won't let me. I mean, why would she? I'm a self-centered bastard who treats people like shit. I wouldn't want to friends with me either.

"Let's go inside," she said while waiting for me to unlock the door.

I nodded and carefully unlocked the door.
"This is really nice," she said, almost mesmerized.

I chuckled. "You hungry?"

"When am I not??" she joked, a big smile plastered on her face.
Her smile was absolutely perfect. The way her eyes lit up, and her cheeks got pink. Even after she stopped, I couldn't get the image out of my head.
I made some mac and cheese and we headed up to my room to play video games.

•••

"FUCK!!" Bridget screamed as I shot her character in the head.

"I win again!!" I teased in a childish voice while sticking my tongue out.
She mocked me, sticking her tongue out and making a humming noise.

We probably both looked like assholes, but she's smiling. She's laughing. She's having fun.

"Round two?" she asked, optimistic.

"If you're ready to get your ass kicked again, then you're on," I smirked, bumping her with my shoulder.

She gave me a nasty look-jokingly, of course-and picked up her controller.

As we played, I realized what a fun person Bridget Sawyer is. She's competitive, a great opponent, etc. She knows how to make a great conversation, and she knows how to make me laugh, get on my nerves, and make me smile. I don't have feelings for her, I've known her for 2 months. I still don't know everything about her.

"YES!!" she screamed, jumping up and down and she killed my character.

"You bitch!!"

"SUCK ON THAT, RIGGS!!" she taunted as she did a little victory dance.

I let her win. (:

"You're getting better." I laughed.

She rolled her eyes, playfully hitting my shoulder.

"I am done, I don't know about you." I mumbled.

"Yeah, too much winning," she teased, just to get a rise out of me. It worked.

"You won once," I scoffed.

"So did you."

"Doesn't matter." I played.

"I'm still better."

"Suuuuuure..." I said under my breath, dragging out the u to make it dramatic.

"I am!!" she yelled, jumping to her feet.

I hoped to my feet as well, towering over her. I, literally, looked down on her.

She giggled and pushed me, making me stumble back.

"You wanna play that way?"

She nodded in a mocking way. "Let's go."

I jolted toward her, and picking her up by the waist, I threw her onto my bed.

"Chandler!!" she screamed while laughing and hitting me.

I laid -more like jumped- on top of her and began laughing when she struggled to get out from under me.

"You're so heavy!!" she groaned.

I laughed even harder.

"Get off!"

"Nope." I smirked, pressing my forehead against hers.

No Point of View

Everything was silent in that room, except for light breathing.

She put her hands where his jawline began, and smiled. "Chandler..."

"Yes, babe?"

She pulled his lips to hers, starting something that she could not finish.

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Author's Note:

I updated yay!

I'm starting a new story, like I said in the other chapter, apocalypse-themed. I have loooooots of ideas and I think it's good so far.

Thank you guys SO MUCH for 14K reads wow oh my god. I didn't think I'd get this far😂

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