~Your POV~
I walk over to where Chandler is sitting on the floor and sit next to him . As they play I hear faint voices coming from his ear piece .
I can feel Sam's eyes on me while Chandler talks to his friends on the microphone . I gave Sam a puzzled look as he stared . He stared like he was looking for something . Sam had a lip piercing like Chandler, with dark green eyes . I couldn't tell if he had tattoos or not considering he was wearing a dark blue hoodie .
We basically sit there having a staring contest with eachother . Finally he looks away and starts playing his game again .
"What game are you playing?" I whisper to Chandler .
"League of Legends ." He breathes, violently clicking his mouse .
I look up to see Sam getting up from the floor . He quietly walks over to where Chandler and I are seating . Sam hesitates, then sits down beside me .
"What's up Sam?" Chandler asks, looking at Sam .
"Oh, I'm done playing ." Sam says, staring at me .
"I'm going to go find something to eat ." Chandler states, getting up from the floor .
Great...
"Okay ." I mumble .
As Chandler walks into the kitchen, I glance at Sam who Ofcourse, is smirking at me.
"What?" I laugh as his smirk fades .
"Why Chandler?" He asks .
"Huh?"
"Why Chandler? He's a player ." Sam replies, peeking through the kitchen, and then back at me .
"Chandler is not a player ." I state .
"Describe a player ." He answers, using his fingers to play with this lip ring .
"Okay... a player is a guy who pretends to care about girls, when in reality he's only interested in-" I get cut off by Chandler's voice .
"Do you two want anything?" I hear Chandler shout from the kitchen .
"Cereal!" Sam answers .
Sam doesn't take his eyes off of me as we listen to Chandler pour cereal into a glass bowl .
"Shit ." Chandler mumbles as we hear some git the table .
"You we're saying?" Sam smirks .
"Chandler is not a player!" I whisper .
"He's just not like that ." I say, noticing Sam's sleeve move alittle towards me .
"Uh..." I say looking up at him, watching him bite his lip .
"Chandler, are you done yet?" I shout as I get up from to the floor . Sam quickly tries to grab my leg as I walk away . I feel a hand grab my shoulder as Chandler walks in .
"Yeah, here ." Chandler looks at Sam weirdly and hands us our bowls of Frosted Flakes .
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Hey Pudding Bæs! Yes, I shall call you Pudding Bæs...and you shall be my Pudding Bæs! Anyways, I'm soo soo sorry for not updating for awhile! I felt soo bad omfg . So this weekend I saw Tfios... I cried through the WHOLE movie lol . I was like "WHY JOHN GREEN! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME AND HAZEL!! FUCK YOU!... I think Imma watch it again..." So yeah, Please vote and Comment! I would also like to know what you like about my book and if there's anything I can do to make this a better book! (:
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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 .
