c.g | c.r imagines

You're in class, half asleep as your teacher rambles on about history. Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you take it out, looking at it under the desk. It's from your boyfriend.

*Chandler*

Hey... We need to talk.

Is what the text reads. You feel your heart stammering in your chest as you reply. What's going on?

Sure, your house, 8? xx

A few minuets later he replies.

* Chandler *

K. See you there.

A few hours after school ends, you walk down to Chandler's house. His mom answers the door and smiles.

"Hey, Y/N, Chandlers upstairs. He's cleaning off the makeup from set today." She tells me referring to Chandlers acting job, The Walking Dead. "Go straight up!" She smiles.

"Thanks." I tell her as I climb the stairs. I knock three times on the bathroom door and wait.

"Chair, it's me." You say.

"Oh...Y/N. Come in..." You twist the handle and open the door, you feel butterflies in your stomach when you see him.

"Hey," you say as you sit on the edge of the bath tub. "What's going on?" He wipes his face on a towel and sighs, sinking to the ground.

"Y/N... I- I-" He sighs. "I think we should break up." You feel tears spring in your eyes as you stammer out;

"W-what?"

"It's just... We never see each other because I'm always on set and all the hate you get because of me is horrible. I just...don't think we should see each other anymore." You nod your head and stand up as tears run down your face. "I'm sorry."

"Okay." You whisper. "Bye, Chandler." You open the bathroom door and walk down the stairs. You twist the brass handle on the front door and leave the house of your now ex boyfriend. You put your face in your hands and sob as you begin to walk home.