Heart on Fire (Chandler Riggs)

chapter 7 - happy

(A/N: Hey guys sorry for this note but it's pretty important so read. I changed the chapter names, they all represent an emotion found in each chapter. I feel like that tells you so much more about the story rather than just putting Chapter 1, Chapter 2, etc. So yeah!! Thanks)

The next day was my first official appearance as Chandler's 'girlfriend'. I was constantly looking over the schedule Veronica had given me. I had a red carpet appearance at the premiere of a new show that AMC was airing. All of The Walking Dead cast was invited and was welcome to bring any friends or family. Even my mom knew, which was surprising because she doesn't pay attention to anything these days. It was a simple routine for her; old guy out, new guy in. And I mean that in the most non-dirty way possible.

I remember Veronica telling me that a makeup artist will be coming to my house and I'll get an outfit in the limo, so I just took a quick shower before changing into sweatpants and a white camisole. I used a wipe to scrub off all of my excess makeup, leaving me with my cleansed face. Staring at myself in the mirror, I felt around my bare face. I didn't necessarily think I looked bad, but I could definitely look better. My pores were terribly visible and my cheeks stored baby fat that hadn't quite gone away yet. I sighed, tying my chiseled golden hair into a loose ponytail.

A knock emerged on the door, and knowing my mom wouldn't bother to get it, I rushed to open it. The person rang the doorbell impatiently just as I reached the lock. I put my eye directly in front of the peephole, seeing a dark skinned man and a lighter skinned woman standing there, with smiles on their lip glossed lips. I swung the door open, and their smiles got bigger when they saw me.

"Isn't she just gawwjuss?" The man asked as the woman nodded rapidly.

"I'm Britney! This is Alexander," 'Britney' informed me, motioning to 'Alexander'.

"Hi," I responded shyly. "I take it you two are my makeup artists?"

"She's so smart!" Alexander exclaimed and Britney nodded again.

"Yep, doll, we are! Let's just get right into it!" Britney and Alexander grabbed my hands and led me to my room, which is strange, considering this was my house. I was frazzled at their energy but it was so contagious that it made me excited.

As we reached my room, Alexander rolled my computer chair in front of a stand-up mirror he had in a duffle bag he brought here. Britney unrolled all her equipment, surprising me in the process. They had what looked like millions of brushes, eye shadows, foundations, and so many other facial products. They wasted no time getting to work, patting my face with several different brushes and applying different creams and coats. I smiled internally, feeling pampered and beautiful. I wondered what the outcome would be..

"Done!" Alexander and Britney shouted at the same time, their eyes wandering over my face, looking over their masterpiece on me. Britney handed me a mirror, and I looked into it. I gaped; I actually looked insanely good. My eyebrows were shaped to perfection, like I'd never seen them before (ha on fleek). My eyelids were coated in a look I could identify as a smokey eye. My skin was crystal clear, showing no sign of pores or acne anywhere. My lips were tinted with a red lip stain, covered in a smooth lip balm which made them glisten. My hair was straightened in a sophisticated look, which made me look older and mature.

"Wow," I started. "Thank you so much. It looks amazing."

They both were about to respond but were cut off by the door creaking open. All of our heads turned, being met with my mother's stone cold grey eyes. She was dressed in a satin robe and her hair was up in fifty million different directions. What an impression. As her eyes glanced over my face, her thin lips curved into a smile.

"You look beautiful, Had," she told me.

"Thanks." I said with no emotion. Her lips curved into a frown, as she smiled at both Alexander and Britney before walking out of the door. They had just finished packing back up their material.

"So, are you ready, doll? The limo is waiting outside," Britney asked, checking her phone.

"Um..yeah. Could you guys just wait outside for me? I'll be out in a second," I mumbled, distracted.

"Okay, but hurry. We don't want to be late for your first appearance!" Alexander remarked, clapping his hands excitedly, rushing out the door with Britney.

I chuckled slightly at them, they were hearty and fun to be around.

I looked around my room, a frame sitting on my dresser catching my eye. I wandered over to it, picking it up and tracing my thumb over its' dusty glass. The photograph inside was of my mom, my dad, and I. We were standing over my birthday cake, the candles representing the number seven. Smiles were plastered on all of our faces, real smiles. We were happy. I pursed my lips together, trying to hold myself together. I couldn't mess up my fresh makeup. I put the picture down back on the dresser softly, careful not to harm it in anyway. I hurried down the stairs, slipping on my Converse and running out to the limo. My chaffeur guy, which I learned his name was Randall, opened the door for me. I climbed inside, seeing something catching my eye on the hanger.

It was a beautiful, beautiful, dress covered by a transparent plastic wrap.

I know this chapter sucks and there's no Chandler so that's why it won't be a long wait for the next chapter. Can't leave you guys hangin :) 5+ VOTES FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER