Dance for Me

43

REMI'S POINT OF VIEW:

We are standing and looking at the last piece of art, they are all similar but so much detail packed. It makes my eyes fucking hurt. I want to take a nap but I don't want to disappoint Andy. It's nice being away from Burbank and I know I'm being overly sensitive. Ever since the incident, it's hard not to go back in bed and hide under the blankets. But I'm truly glad that Andy is making me get out of the house.

I wrap my arm around his and lean on to his body, walking to a group of people who are laughing and drinking champagne, shaking hands and a few hugs. I yawn unexpectedly, leaning my head down on Andy's shoulder.

"Tired already?" He chuckles, kissing the top of my head.

"Before we do anything else can we get some coffee?"

"Of course babe. I think I saw a Starbucks up the road."

Ugh sounds heavenly. I would love a chai latte right about now. Something to warm me up too. My nose still feels cold. I can't help but stare at Andy with his pale pink lips, the way he talks so confidently all the time. I'm not even listening to what he's saying, just the way he moves his lips and smirks. How can a man be so fucking beautiful? I'm jealous. He could literally have anyone and he's giving me the time of day? Unreal.

Andy looks at me and shakes me a bit, bringing me back to reality. I blink a bit and look at him. "Hm, what?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, turning back to the conversation and he shakes someone's hand who is about the same height as him. An outrageous hat on his head. I kind of like it though. I turn to face the man and I my body feels instantly cold. Holy fuck. Shit balls. Is that...what? How?!

The man's eyes go wide and he presents a small smile, "Remington, is that you?!" He instantly embraces me into a tight hug and I stand still, not knowing what to say or do.

"Holy shit, is it really, oh my god let me see you!" His soft voice says excitedly, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me back a bit. I feel so shocked, I don't even know what to say. "You've dyed your hair! Oh my god, you have so many tattoos! Where have you been you asshole! I couldn't find you!"

"I...um..." I don't know what to say but I realize I still have one hand on Andy's arm gripping it tight. I let go of him and put my hands together, fumbling a bit.

"He lives with me in Burbank," Andy smiles, putting his now free arm back around my waist.

"Just...oh my god...I was so worried you were dead! I tried finding you the night mom kicked you out! Jesus wow I've been looking at obituaries and found John Does! Shit I wish I had time to leave but I can't right now."

"How long are you in New York for? We have about six more days here."

"Great! Yes! Can we meet tomorrow? We can like, go out for coffee or something, whatever adults do I don't know. Here, let me give you my number!"

I numbly hand my phone to him, nausea hitting me hard but I swallow it back, praying to the whole fucking Universe that I don't start spewing everywhere. Especially on an art piece that's worth...$900? Holy shit.

Emerson gives me back my phone and hugs me again, even tighter this time. I manage to give him a slight squeeze back, trying to break out of this icy mold I seem to be stuck in.

"I cannot believe it, wow. I love you so much Remington!"

"I...I love you too Emmy." I manage to croak out.

"Well, we are going to head off and do some shopping. It was nice to finally meet someone in Remi's life," Andy smiles, placing a hand on Emerson's shoulder.