Hurricane's Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN!!)

Tell Me What's Wrong: Jimmy X Chandler (MrBeast)

Requested by Woffle1755 

Does anyone else have that issue when writing a fanfic where you don't quite know a person's eye color so you have to google photos of them and zoom in on their eyes just to figure it out but their eye's look like three different colors so you just have to chose one that kinda makes sense? Because that was me for this chapter. 

Also, I don't know why but for some unknown reason. Everything I write with Chandler in somehow turns into a sad or depressed Chandler. Sooo

TW: Believing that love in unrequited, cursing, lying.

Jimmy knew many things about Chandler. He knew that Chandler had a tattoo on his arm of the word Adventure, he also knew that Chandler was athletic and played baseball for a long time, Chandler played baseball enough to get Jimmy interested in playing as well. But besides all that, he also knew that Chandler was good at pretending to be things he wasn't and that Chandler was an exceptional liar.

As Jimmy learned a lot about Chandler, Chandler learned a lot about Jimmy. Chandler knew Jimmy was good at analyzing situations and people, he knew that Jimmy finds ways to make people open up to him. Chandler had figured out how to work around Jimmy's methods though, a fine balance of lies and distraction. 

Chandler had recently moved in with Jimmy temporarily as his own house was fumigated due to an infestation of bugs. It wasn't that big of a deal, Jimmy's house was plenty big so he had the room for Chandler to stay in, and the two were so close they viewed it as an extended sleepover. Many nights they stayed up far too late playing video games together, or sitting on the couch watching movies. And there were plenty of nights where Jimmy fell asleep during those movies with his head on Chandler's shoulder. On those nights Chandler would just sleep on the couch with Jimmy. 

"Hey Chan, I finished my work. Wanna go? I'll drive," Jimmy said, car keys in hand. Since they were living together, Jimmy commonly just drove them both in to save gas. It wasn't exactly a money problem, both could afford the gas money. It was just better for the environment. 

"Sure Jimmy," Chandler replied, grabbing his phone and the things he needed to bring back that night. Together the two walked out to Jimmy's car, Chandler shivered some due to the cold.

Jimmy laughed, "It's your fault for wearing short sleeves in the middle of winter Chandler."

"I didn't think about it," Chandler defended, smiling as well. They climbed into Jimmy's car and Jimmy started to drive home. The start of the drive was quiet, music played through the radio but beyond that there was no noise. Chandler and Jimmy drove home in the quiet many nights. Both had become accustomed to their daily routine being intertwined together, and the silent drive home was part of that routine. 

"Chandler, you've been feeling okay right?" Jimmy asked suddenly, Chandler nearly jumped by the sudden question. 

"Yeah Jimmy, why ask?" Chandler said, looking out the window. Jimmy glanced over at Chandler quickly before his eyes returned to the road. 'I hate when he does that,'  Jimmy thought, 'hiding his face so I can't see if he is lying to me.'

"I just noticed you've been quieter lately, and you stopped looking people in the eye."

"Worried about my house," Chandler simply replied, watching the trees pass by.

"Everything should be fine Chandler, after all it is being handled by professionals. You know this, why are you worried?" Jimmy asked, he was certain now that he was being lied too. Chandler had the tendency to bounce off questions like this when they were home. Jimmy knew the method, Lie about what he is really feeling, tell Jimmy not to worry, and then distract Jimmy. But Jimmy planned ahead this time.