"Chandler, I'm cold," you whined under your breath, rubbing your arms causing friction between your skin and the thin layer of your jacket.
"Should've dressed for the weather," Chandler stated.
"But, Chandlerrrrrr," you whined drawing out the "r".
He chuckled quietly under his breath. "Carllllll," you whined.
Chandler rolled his eyes, and pulled his coat off his body and draped it gently over your shoulders. You shivered softly, and gave him a thankful smile. He grinned back, and took your frigid cold hand in his.
"Whine again and I let go," he teased with a cute giggle.
"You wouldn't!" You said with a sarcastic laugh.
He chuckled and held your hand against chest, covered by his TWENTY ØNE PILØTS shirt. "Best band ever," you commented.
"Yeah," he said breaking into random song. "The night falls, with gravity," he sang poorly in his low raspy voice.
"Chandler, no,"
He sang on and his voice got louder.
I'm never what I like, I'm double sided.
And I just can't hide, I kinda like it.
When I make you cry.
Cause' I'm twisted up, I'm twisted up inside-
You looked at him and pouted. "Not singing,"
He grumbled and punched you playfully. "Boring,"
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Carl Grimes/Chandler Riggs Imagines
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