Broken Star // Chandler Riggs Fanfiction

Chapter 31

I lay in the bath, bubbles surrounding me covering all my body. The steaming water felt nice. I rested my head and washed myself gently. I slid and dunked my head under the water, I popped out of the water, slicking my hair out of my face.

I looked at my phone, time had passed since I had come home. I had promised Chandler we would hang out soon, and he left giving me a kiss that I could still feel. Norman was napping in his room, and Mingus was talking with his girlfriend in his room.

I pulled the drain on the tub, and the water dwindled until my bare body was the only thing in the tub. I wrapped a towel around me, and opened the door and went into my room.

I slipped on my favorite pair of soft shorts, and a comfortable oversized t-shirt. I snuggled into my bed, dreams of Chandler soaking into my mind.

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"Wake up sleepy head," I felt someone nudge me. I burrowed my head under the covers, pulling them over my head.

"Come on, I'm going to spend all day with you," I recognized Chandler's voice. I peeked my eyes over the covers. He was dressed casually, and he anxiously waited on the edge of my bed.

"Look I even bought you a dress!" he said in a hyper tone, almost like a little kid. I couldn't help but smile at his adorableness. He held up a baby blue sundress, with a small detailed floral print. It looked a little big, but the whole thing added humor to the situation.

"Alright," I slid out of bed, crossing my arms over my chest to cover my morning body, which was covered by an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He stood behind me, and we stood in each others arms for a few moments, until he finally let me go.

"Try it on?" he gave me a smile, holding up the dress. I smiled at his lopsided grin and I grabbed the dress. I changed in the bathroom. It was a little big around the waist, but I used a simple ribbon which I tied around my waist, in a neat bow. I circled around, I had to admit, other than the size Chandler picked a nice dress. I slipped on some white vans and did some light makeup.

I came out of the bathroom and twirled around in the dress. His grin was priceless and I threw my arms around him.

Chandler had an entire day planned out, no joke. He had bought a polaroid camera, and we went to an isolated park. It was a large field, like something you'd only find in a photograph. The field was dotted with colorful blue flowers which matched my dress.

"How'd you find this place?" I exclaimed running ahead, jumping through the tall grass. It brushed against my legs, slightly tickling my bare legs. I had the hugest grin, and I turned back to Chandler who was following me, carrying the camera.

"Say cheese!" He brought the camera up to his eye. There was a click of the camera and he pulled out the photo. We spent a few hours in the field. Chandler and I took turns taking pictures of each other and pictures of us together. We frolicked in the calm meadow, while collecting many polaroid photos which Chandler kept in his pocket.

Next we went to an amusement park for a few hours. More polaroid pictures followed, lots of exilarating rides, and tons of artificial junk food. We walked out of the amusement park with lots of souveniers, including the many photos we had taken.

He drove to the coast next, we roamed along the beach. The entire time snapping photos. The stack of photos grew thicker and thicker in Chandler's pocket. We splashed playfully in the water, and ran along the wet sand. The sun started sinking, Chandler glanced at his phone.

"Now, for the grand finale," he grabbed my hand, we ran along the dock and stopped at a small, yet luxurious yacht. We boarded and cruised through the shallow waters. Chandler and I watched as the sun faded among the horizon.

I was comfortably resting against Chandler. I looked up at him. His eyes matched the ocean, and pierced my gaze. His eyelashes flitted as his pupils watched the waters. His nose was curved and cast a sharp sillouhette against the orange setting sun. His lips were pursed. He finally darted his gaze to me, a small smile playing onto his lips.

"I love you Chandler," I said, pressing my lips onto his before he could speak.

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10 YEARS LATER

"Chandler where are we going?" I chuckled, rushing after him. He pulled me and my mouth dropped open. It was the same beach, the same time. The sky was a range of oranges and pinks.

"Ashley," he grinned. A bunch of people ran towards us, they were all holding posters. River, Wes, Quinn, Quinn's girlfriend, Mingus, his girlfriend Amy, and a few of my other new close friends held up signs all standing in a line. I was so focused on the signs, and confused overall. They flipped over the signs, some of the signs were filled with polaroids of the many dates we'd been on, while the others spelt out words.

My mouth dropped open and tears came to my eyes, I looked back at Chandler, he was beaming and he got down on one knee.

"Ashley Reedus, will you marry me?" he asked. I clapped my hand over my mouth, nodding ferociously. I held out my hand, which was shaking. He slid the ring on my finger. There were flashes of photography, it was Dad. He grinned. Everyone set down their signs and clapped. Dad put his arm around Mingus, and grinned.

"I love you Ashley," Chandler smiled.

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"Ms. Reedus are you excited about your new engagement?" The paparazzi shouted questions at Chandler and I. The Walking Dead had ended, and we had both become very sucessful actors. I had photoshoots, movies, modeling jobs, while Chandler was the head actor of a new tv show, and also a very popular model.

Norman had retired, and found himself a love interest. A kind woman his age, who worked as a photographer. Mingus and I approved very quickly. I was best friends with River, who was now a musician in a famous rock band. Quinn had become an electrical engineer. he designed a shockingly modern phone which even topped Apple. Mingus became a doctor and led a humble life with his girlfriend Amy. Hana went into full-time pyschiatric care a few years after Chandler and I got back together.

But Chandler and I. We're happy.

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