INSTAGRAM DIRECT MESSAGES: chandlerriggs5 AND realsydevans

chandlerriggs5:
syd
can we talk?

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chandlerriggs5:
ok at least you haven't blocked me here.
i'm sorry.

realsydevans:
you're... fucking kidding me, right?
like this is a joke?
i'm on punk'd or something, right?

chandlerriggs5:
no, i'm not kidding.
you deserve an apology

realsydevans:
oh i deserve much more than just some fucking half-assed apology, chandler
what the actual fuck are you on?
do you think you can just drop me like that, flip your hair a couple times and we're good?
fuck off, jesus christ

chandlerriggs5:
syd, let me explain

realsydevans:
give me one fucking reason i should?
the show's gonna be fucking awful to film but i can do my best to ignore you.
i can still do my job.
so that's not on the line here. you're not ruining that for me.
professionally, i still have to be around you, give me one fucking reason to not cut you out of my personal life.

chandlerriggs5:
i can't. i honestly can't.
you should probably do it.
i mean, you want to, you blocked my number
you deserve better than me, i'm a fucking idiot

realsydevans:
what happened to you?
how did you go from "i don't want you" to "let me explain" in .3 seconds?

chandlerriggs5:
so can i explain?

realsydevans:
honestly i shouldn't let you
you couldn't even think of an excuse for me to let you explain
but i have a reason

chandlerriggs5:
what's that

realsydevans:
i'm really fucking miserable right now
so get to typing

chandlerriggs5:
can i call you?
maybe FaceTime?
i miss your face

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"Let's do this shit quickly, I've got to go get ready." Was the first thing Sydney said when Chandler picked up her call. Her golden hair fell in damp ringlets around her face, which was slightly red and make-up free. He could see her bed frame behind her, a background familiar to him from their many previous FaceTime and Skype calls while she's away in Los Angeles.

"Where are you going?" Chandler asked with interest showing through his tone. Sydney narrowed her eyes at the camera, looking somewhere in the confinements of her room before getting up from her bed where she was sitting. She carried her phone to her vanity, setting it against a couple eyeshadow palettes so he could see her as she sat down.

"Some event. Gonna talk to people I don't wanna talk to and promote my album, even though all I wanna do is stay at home and watch 'The Lion King'. But I can't, because... Well, my manager will yell at me." She explained, her voice dry. "So, you're gonna sit there and talk. And I'm gonna do my makeup because you chose a bad fucking day to apologize."

As her fingers chose which foundation to put on her face, Chandler chuckled. "So, I'm fighting for your undivided attention with eyeliner?" He questioned, trying to bring some light to the tension-filled call.

"Well, next time, make up your fucking mind and don't play with people, and maybe you won't have this issue!" Her voice was overly cheery to the point of sarcasm as she started applying foundation to her face, Chandler not holding back a sigh.

"Okay, I deserve that." He muttered, making her chuckle, a tinge of bitterness noticeable.

"Chandler, you deserve a whole lot more. But, I can barely look you in the eye, nevermind punch you in the face, so I guess you can keep all your teeth." The silence that followed Sydney's comment didn't go unnoticed by the blonde, but she couldn't bring herself to mind it as she moved on to fill in her eyebrows. "Are you actually gonna say something or are you just incredibly interested in my eyebrow routine?" She questioned, making the boy clear his throat.

Her eyes were still not on him, and after her previous witty remark, the boy gathered that was the whole point. She wasn't late, she just wanted an excuse not to look at him. "I don't know what you want me to say." He managed finally.

"Well, when someone comes to your doorstep and tells you they don't want to be with you, completely out of the blue, after three months of something, it kinda stings. You said you wanted to explain. So, get on with it, or I swear I'm dropping the call." She threatened.

She said it all without looking at Chandler, her gaze on the mirror as she applied bronzer to her cheeks. He, on one end, was scared. Of her, for her. She had never, ever been this cold to him. Sydney was warm and happy. She was spring kisses and days spent watching Disney movies. Never this, never before.

On the other hand, he had never seen anyone walk the line between terrifying and gorgeous quite like her. He figured that's why he loved her so much. Her uniqueness- not on a quirky, "not like other girls" way. That was bullshit. There was nothing wrong with being "like other girls", Sydney would be the first to tell him that.

He simply loved everything about her. Her freckles, her slight dimples, the way her eyes lit up at the mention of her music. He loved the specific tint of red that would coat her cheeks when he complimented her, he loved the smile that would fall on her lips every time he kissed her. He loved her voice, he loved her singing, he loved the way she said his name- it was special. Different from the way anyone else said it. It made him feel important to her.

"I'm... Sorry. I'm sorry and that's not enough. Because I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have said that. But- But I meant it. And not in the way you might think." He paused, and for the first time, Sydney looked up at her phone.

Her face wasn't hard anymore, but Chandler didn't know if he preferred this. Because now, her gaze was so vulnerable. Her eyes showed all the hurt that had been swarming her, her lips quivering softly. And it stung to know he was the one to blame for this.

"I meant it when I said I wasn't happy. That I wanted more than this. But, I was angry and I was insecure. I thought that you didn't actually want to date me, so when you said people change, I just assumed you were gonna be with me out of pity or something, just so I'd stick around. And, you don't deserve that, and neither do I." Sydney intervened as she added mascara, not having it in her to do eyeliner at the moment.

"I never would've done that to you. I wouldn't date you just because no one else is around. Because, newsflash, other people are around. Maybe, I'm not supposed to say that, but it's true. Other people have always been around. But, I don't want anyone else." She muttered. Her voice was so nonchalant as she ran the mascara wand through her lashes, Chandler almost couldn't believe it.

Because this girl was so open about her feelings. How could she just say this? Weren't people supposed to keep everything inside and bottle things up? Sydney, who'd grown up with parents whose version of love was so distorted by money. Sydney, whose first love had betrayed her. Sydney, who had every single reason to think nothing of the word "love", was less bitter about it than him.

She didn't bottle up her emotions, whether they were negative or positive. She was so open about everything she felt, even if that got her in trouble. Chandler wished he could be more like her, sometimes.

"Do you know how long I've liked you?" Her voice was so tiny. It shocked Chandler, both because of her tone and because he was too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice their conversation had continued. "Do you?"

"I- Uh," He stumbled with his words for a second, before stopping to collect his thoughts. "I never really thought about that." He muttered. Sydney chuckled and Chandler frowned. He couldn't see what was funny.

"Of course you didn't. How long have you liked me?" She questioned as she raised an eyebrow. She silently applied highlighter to her face with a fan brush as Chandler answered.

"I honestly don't remember not liking you... Like, I met you when we were ten. When I started realizing girls were actually not disgusting, you were there." He smiled softly when Sydney laughed, applying lipstick before she stopped him, intervening.

"Then, how come you think I was any different? I've liked you ever since we were filming season three and I had to hold your hand all the time." She was actually giggling now, a grin tugging at her lips as she ran a hand through her hair as she looked at her phone, makeup done. As Chandler started laughing as well, the girl spoke up. "I'm serious! I had a pretty big crush on you, too."

Their laughter slowly died down as the conversation continued. "I never noticed." He eventually said, trying not to bring the mood down. Sydney's smile faltered.

"Well, yeah. That was kinda the point of it. I didn't want you to notice." She muttered, bringing her phone over to her bed. As she carried it, the device tilted down, letting him see her leggings and her red sweatshirt. She pulled the hood of the shirt up, tugging softly at the strings as she sat down, and Chandler frowned.

"I thought you needed to get ready for an event," Chandler muttered as he looked at the slightly pixelated, blonde figure.

"I lied." She deadpanned, making his eyes widen. "I just didn't want to look at you and I needed an excuse. So, makeup." So, he was right. She shrugged, not caring about his reaction as she leaned back against the wooden header of her bed. "I had a radio interview a couple days back, and I'm being interviewed for a magazine tomorrow, but nothing today. All I've been doing today is writing, honestly."

"Writing what?" Chandler questioned, raising an eyebrow as Sydney smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She muttered, before chuckling. "Nothing for the album, I can't add anything else. So, you're safe. For now." She shrugged.

"Nice to know. Speaking of music, "Guys My Age"? Seriously?" He questioned, making the girl blush softly.

Sydney smiled as she marveled. "Did it hurt your ego?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"A bit." She laughed.

"Then, I did nothing wrong." She muttered, making Chandler roll his eyes. "Besides, I was a bit out of it." Chandler found himself laughing at the girl's words. From her Instagram post to the Twitter Q&A, he could tell she'd drank a bit. It seemed like she was home alone and dug into her dad's expensive whiskey stash or something, he wasn't sure.

He was a bit afraid to ask her but thankful that all that came from it was her dancing ballet in a bralette and a long skirt.

After a few moments of silence, Chandler spoke up. "Is it true?" He asked, causing the blonde's eyebrows to snap up.

"That guys my age don't know how to treat me? Yes. Yes, it is." She spoke softly, a slight humor tugging at her voice.

Her words were hurtful but the levity of her expression gave Chandler the slight confidence boost he needed to ask the following question. "Okay, fair enough. How about that guys your age don't know how to touch you?"

The face Sydney pulled almost made him start laughing, but he bit back his chuckles as the blonde's jaw slacked slightly. "You are such a fuckboy." Were her eventual words. And that's what sent him laughing. "That is the most fuckboy-ish thing you have ever said."

"At least, I got you to laugh a little." He mused, making the blonde roll her eyes. Neither of them said anything for a few moments, just holding each other's gaze for a while.

Chandler was the one who broke the silence. "Hey, Syd?" He questioned, the girl humming ever so softly, nervously biting on her bottom lip. She let her expression stretch into a smile as she heard his next words. "Do you wanna go out sometime?"

"Sure. I'd like that."

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if ur confused about her dating eli when she said she's liked chandler for so long, then dw things will be explained!!