~Your POV~
"We could..." he trails off .
"Go clubbing ." He says as he admires the blue tattoo on his right hand .
"Or get fake IDs ." He shrugs, still looking at his hand .
"We could... go shoplifting ." He smiles as he looks up at me .
"Chandler!" I laugh .
"I'm just playing!" He laughs as we both stand up for the couch .
"Try to think of something that won't get us arrested ." I giggle, putting my hands in the back pockets of my white shorts .
"Hmm ." He sighs and chuckles, looking at the ground .
"Oh I know, we-" He gets interrupted by the ringing of his phone .
We stand there as he answers his phone . "*Y/L/N/* Residents ." He smirks as I laugh .
"..Chandler Riggs....Yeah...I don't know, plane one hundred and seventy something I think....Babysitting her............Oh my God..Are you Serious?....Okay,T-Thank you ." He looks back at me with sorrow in his eyes .
"I'm so sorry, *y/n*." His voice cracks as he pulls me by the waist, into a hug .
"Um... what?" I question, my face buried into his red, v-neck t-shirt as the aroma of his cologne overwhelmed me .
Me still in his arms, he shakingly grabs the t.v. remote . He turns the t.v. on and changes the channel to 'Channel 4 News' . From the corner of my eye, I watch as a brunette reporter holding a stack of papers starts talking .
"Georgia News, last night at approximately 11:32 p.m., flight number 170 took a crash into the Pacific Ocean . Sad to say there were no survivors . Family members are being contacted about their loved ones . Looks like sweet summer vacation isn't so sweet anymore.. Next up... Are silent blenders a girl's best fri-" Chandler presses the off button to the remote .
You know that feeling you get when there's this lump in your throat, when it's so hard to breath and you're on the verge of tears?
"B-But ." I whimper into Chandlers shirt .
"Shhh ." He whispers, his embrace getting tighter .
I'm not going to cry... don't cry . Don't cry . Don't cry . Shit, stop crying .
Hot tears roll down my checks and soaked into Chandlers shirt . I think he knew, but I guess he didn't really care .
While I silently cried my eyes out, his grip on me never loosened . He stood right there with me, swaying back and forth .
"W-What are we going t-to do?" I cry louder, with my hands wrapped around his torso .
"I... I don't know ." He peeked my cheek with his cold lip-ring, rubbing my sleeves .
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Hello Pudding Bæs! I nearly cried while writing this :c ily♥ Too tired to check for spelling mistakes lol
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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 .
