I felt myself being picked up. Judging by the smell of armani mania, I'm guessing its chandler. Then I felt myself being laid down on something. "What happened?" Andrew asked. "Embarrassment my friend. I don't like being embarrassed. Or laughed at. It makes me feel like I'm back in 7th grade. Being judged because I weighed too much. Being judged because I ran in a weird way. Being called four eyes cause I wear glasses. Back to when my life went to shit." I said with an attitude. I don't know why I'm getting so mad. "Chandler did you use a condom last time y'all had sex?" Steven asked. "I did." Chandler said. "Did it rip?" Andrew asked. "I don't know." Chandler said. "I'm not pregnant. I'm only 17." I said. "Didn't you hear what I said to mom?" Chandler asked. "Or do you just not wanna have kids with me?" He asked. He looked pissed. I was speechless. My mouth was slightly open as he glared at me. "Chandler, its not that. I just don't think I'm ready to have a kid yet." I finally said. "Bullshit. You always talk about having kids." He said. "Later on in life chandler! Not at 17 for fucks sake!" I yelled. I stood up and walked over to him. "I'm still a kid. I don't need a kid right now. I can barely take care of myself. I don't need a baby who's life is dependent on me. I'm not that responsible chandler! I'm reckless. I'm careless. I like adrenaline. I like to do things that could get me killed. I don't wanna stop that cause I get pregnant. I don't wanna stop doing what makes me happy, because I have a child to care for. I'm not ready for a baby chandler. You may be ready, but I'm not. And if you want a baby so badly, go find someone else to give you one. Cause I'm not going to right now." I snapped then walked away. I quickly walked up to Lauren Cohan and sat down next to her. "I saw what just happened. Are you okay?" She asked. "Yea. He just needs to understand, just because I talk about babies, doesn't mean I want one at 17. I wanna get out of the adrenaline junkie stage of my life before I settle down." I said. "I completely understand. But you can't blame him if you are pregnant. It was the condoms fault for ripping if you are." She said. "My dads gonna kill me." I said. "No he won't." She said. "Well, I may never see chandler again if I am." I said. I looked over towards him to see him with his head in his hands. "Don't let it get too out of control kid. If you are, tell your dad that you love chandler. And he'd do anything for you. Cause we all know he would do anything for you. Chandler is an amazing guy. He wouldn't let you down." She said as she rubbed my back. "I gotta go get ready though. Good luck." She said. I looked at her. "Good luck for what?" I asked. She pointed behind me and I turned to see chandler walking towards me. I sighed and turned back around. "Ashley?" He asked. I just grabbed my phone. He snatched it and made me look at him. "Baby please." He begged softly. "What chandler?" I asked. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. My insecurities got the best of me. I was afraid you wouldn't wanna be with me if I got you pregnant. That you'd leave me. Claiming that I ruined your life. Cause I tend to do that. People always tell me I ruin their life." He said quietly. I lifted his chin with my fingers. He looked in my eyes. "If anything, you've made my life a hell of a lot better. Before I met you, I didn't wanna live. I kept trying to kill myself. Everyday. But it never worked out. And I'm glad it didn't. Cause if it did, I never would've met you. And you've made a stupid teenage girls fantasy become a reality. And I could never thank you enough for that. You saved my life. I love you." I said. He smiled and brought his lips to mine. "I love you too." He smiled. I smiled back and we got up. We walked over to his trailer and saw his stylists. "Hello chandler. Ashley. We are gonna be getting both of you ready. Ashley, how well can you shoot a bow and arrow?" One of them asked. "I assume pretty well. I shoot one everyday." I said. "What kind?" She asked. "Modern recurve." I said. "Perfect." She smiled. "Here's your outfit Chandler. Go change then get ready for makeup." She said to chandler. He grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom. "Come here ashley. We gotta find an outfit that suits Harley's personality. Have you read the script?" She asked. "Not yet." I said. "Do you know Harley's last name?" She asked. "No." I said. "Oh girl, your gonna be so bad ass because of who your related to." She smirked. "What's her last name?" I asked. She smirked again. "Dixon." She said. My eyes widened. "Which one?" I asked. "Daryl is your dad." She said. "Awesome!" I said. "I know." She said. "So what's my personality like?" I asked. "Your intense. Hardcore. Just like Daryl." She said. "Just like Daryl?" I said. "Yep. Also, he is kinda protective over you. But he gives Carl a chance." She explained as she looked through the clothes. "That's pretty cool. That means I'll get really close with Norman." I said. She picked out a black Cami, light washed black skinny jeans, an army green jacket with combat boots. "Go get dressed. Then kyla will get started on your makeup." She said. I grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom.