"No." Virgil dead-panned throwing the rag he was using to wipe the counter of the small coffee shop over his shoulder, before turning around to keep on washing the dishes.
"But why?" Remy whined dramatically throwing himself on the counter, his head laying next to his sixth and last cup of coffee for the day.
"Because I'm not interested in going to the concert of a band I don't even listen to or like! I don't like crowds, I don't have the money, and more than anything I don't have a good reason to go."
There were a few seconds of silence before Virgil's best friend once again whined out a loud "But please!" overlapped by the barista immediate and amused "no.".
"Gurl, I'm begging you, I don't wanna go alone and you're the only person I don't hate!"
Virgil chuckled slightly, putting a rinsed cup in the dishwasher before closing it and hitting the start button.
"Why don't you ask Emile? Considering the way you talk about him all the time, I'm pretty sure you don't hate him either." He asked in a calm voice, a playful smirk forming on his lips as he turned towards his best friend leaning on the counter with his forearms, the rolled a up sleeves revealing a few scattered tattoos.
"Bitch, he's my crush, you know full well that I can't invite him to a concert where I will spend the whole time fangirling like a high schooler! I'd make a fool out of myself!" Remy snapped, going bright red.
"That, my friend, is something you've been doing since the day you were born." Virgil laughed, completely ignoring his best friend indignant and overdramatic gasp to start on a new client's order.
Remy whined loudly, the light lilac shades on his head almost falling as he hid his face into his hands, waiting for the costumer to walk away before getting back to the matter at hand.
"Virgil, please, come with me! I swear I'll pay for my own coffee every time I come here for a month!"
That made the barista stop and turn around with a raised eyebrow, his grey eyes studying his friend's face trying to see if he was serious, watching as a shimmer of hope appeared in his green eyes.
After a few seconds the barista sighed, his lips kept in a tight line as he slightly narrowed his eyes.
"Are you gonna pay for everything?" Virgil asked cautiously, making Remy immediately nod his head frantically.
"Car fuel? Food? Water? Concert tickets?" He started listing off, getting affirmation after affirmation.
The barista sighed again, closing his eyes and hanging his head as he shook it slightly, not believing the words he was about to speak.
"Fine. I'll come with you to see the R.O.Y.A.L.'s."
"Fuck yeah! I love you bitch!" Remy exclaimed jumping off his stool, his heels clicking harshly on the tiled floor as he leaned over the counter to leave a small kiss on Virgil's cheek, making the emo blush slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, now pay up and text me the details before I change my mind."
Remy hurriedly got a five dollar bill out of his pocket before slamming it on the counter and running out of the cafe.
"I'll be back at the end of your shift. We have to give you a new look! God forbid I'd ever let other people see me with someone dressed like that. And I won't accept a 'no' for an answer bitch."
And before Virgil could say anything he was out of the door, a happy skip in his steps.
Not even three hours later, Remy was dragging an exasperated Virgil through one of the streets with the most expensive shops in the city.
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Bodyguard - Prinxiety
FanfictionNOT OUT YET, JUST A PREVIEW. When Virgil gets dragged by his best friend to a concert of the world famous band R.O.Y.A.L.S., he was not expecting to become the cute frontman's new bodyguard.