Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX - i guess you roped me back in, bitches. (REMY) =

:January 27th, XX47; Monday.

:RESOLUTION BETWEEN PROTAGONIST AND ANTAGONIST.

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As Remy sat on the cold, tiled floor of the hallway with his nibling gawking at his left side, he felt quite disgruntled.

Well- perhaps, disgruntled wasn't the right word. Remy wasn't angry or anything, he was glad what he was doing would hopefully help Joe feel a tad bit better about everything. But that didn't mean he was happy to be where he was. And that wasn't just because he had to get up early that morning for all this.

"Oh my god! Oh, this is- hah- I'm really happy to see you, uh, wow!"

Joe fumbled over his own words, a grin growing on his face, and Remy smirked to himself. Joe then wiped his eyes- great, he's crying now- and seemed to want to go in for a hug, but that of course was not entirely possible, so he just sat, grinning and unable to sit still.

"Well, good to know I'm still great like that."

"Where did you two go, anyways?"

"I... yeah, sorry 'bout that, actually, I guess. I just couldn't deal. Lot of shit happening. Emile's the one who really got me to come back, you should be thanking him."

Emile smiled a tad bit behind them, and Joe waved at him. "Thank you. Yeah, I tried to go visit you guys this morning before I went to school but you weren't there. Oh- and thanks for talking to my father, I don't know what you said but I- I really don't wanna see him in jail, so, uh, yeah."

"All in a days work. Now come on, get off this dirty-ass tile."

With a slight sniffle, Joe slung his backpack over his shoulder and picked up his tray, on which laid a merely poked at freezer-burnt something. Remy decided he could get better food when he got home. Joe seemed to agree, because he dumped it in a trash can that was sitting nearby, and then motioned that he was going to put his tray back where it came from. Remy and Emile both followed him.

Once they were inside the cafeteria, Remy glanced over to a nearby table where Sage sat, alone. He glanced up from his food for a moment and had to do a double take, seeing the ghosts standing by Joe. Remy smirked a bit to himself and waved to him, which prompted Sage to awkwardly nod and then look back to his food.

Must be fun for Sage, seeing ghosts. Totally.

"How much longer is your lunch, anyway?" Remy then asked as him and the other two walked out of the cafeteria.

"Uh... I don't know. Time has been going a lot slower lately, it feels like. Could be any moment." Joe looked at his watch. "Eh, the bell's gonna ring in like five minutes... might as well start walking now."

"Gotcha."

They began making their way across the campus to another building, the same one Remy remembered Joe had science and history in. Halfway to it, Joe glanced down at his watch a second time, and then let out a sigh.

"Everything alright?" Emile asked him.

"Yeah... just nervous. My father's trial is in an hour. So... yeah."

"Oh, don't act like you're worried. Y'know it was exhausting, helping him figure out a plan."

"And I'm really grateful for that, but- like... I- I don't know."

"I'm half-joking. You're fine, kid."

"Ah. Yeah."

Remy hummed. "Hope you know how much I despise your parents."