love bites // chandler riggs

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(A/N): I MADE THAT COLLAGE. TOOK ME AWHILE TO MAKE. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

October 29, 2015

Thursday

Alexis's POV

Today is the day Chandler, Sam, Monica and I are going costume shopping. I'm pretty excited, I'm not sure what I want to be, though. That's why I'm bringing my friends.

I'm wearing high waisted, ripped jeans and a black crop top that says, "don't kill my vibe." I'm also wearing brown combat boots.

I also put on one of Chandler's hoodies on. He left it here when he gave me, the bruises. It covers my "hickeys" pretty well. I tried covering the two purple marks on my neck with makeup, and it slightly worked. I've been extra careful around my mom.

I make finale adjustments to my messy waves before getting a text message from, of course, Monica.

5:20 pm

Monica: Sam's going to pick you up and Chandler up. Im already in his car. Get ready for costumes baby ;)

I let out a laugh and text back.

Me: of course you're in his car

Not even two minutes later, she messages back. I pick up my phone from the bathroom sink beside me. I enter my four digit password.

0627

Yes, it's Chandler's birthday. Who cares? I like him, a lot. I just don't know about a relationship yet..

Monica: ;)

Before I know it, I hear a knock at my door. I quickly shove my phone in my back pocket and scram downstairs.

"Mom! I'm going shopping!" I announce, putting my purse over my shoulder. It holds my bank card, my drivers license and my phone.

"Okay! Be back before ten!" she shouts from the kitchen, as we already ate supper. She's on her phone, like always. Like she's up to something.

I quickly open the door, to only see Chandler smirking at me. He glances at my sweater, as his eyes linger at my chest.

"Can you stop?" I roll my eyes, shutting the door behind me.

"What? I'm not allowed to look?"

"No, you're not," I smile, shoving him playfully.

"My sweater," he glares, jokingly.

"So? It's not my fault you left it on my bedroom floor."

It was a good idea to wear this sweater. The weather is shitty and it hides my hickeys.

"Have any idea what you're going to be?" I ask randomly.

"I don't know. I might not dress up this year," he sighs.

"Oh."

"But you should," he smirks.

"Sure, Chandler, sure."

I watch cars drive by back and forth, waiting for Sam's car to pull up.

"Isn't Sam supposed to be here now?" Chandler asks, moving his hair from his eyes.

"I think so," I say, pulling out my phone to text Monica.

I have a message, my notification didn't go off. It's from Monica.

Monica: were parked in the back

"Apparently they're in the back," I say.

"Let's go," Chandler replies, we both begin walking over the grass towards the back.