<🌸>Nightcore~Remile

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No Tws other than some light cussing!!

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"Nightcore? Really Remy?"

It was Emile Picani's first time ridding in his boyfriends car, and his first time listening to Remy's so-called "Playlist Of The Century" and he certainly was not expecting the first song to be the nightcore version of How To Be A Heartbreaker by Marina.

"What?" Remy replied, flashing his boyfriend a sly smirk, "Can't handle these banger tunes?"
"It's just not what I expected."  The therapist-in -training laughed with his signature wide grin that could always make Remy swoon. Just then, the coffee addict launched into the song,

"Rule number twoooo, don't get attached to, somebody you could lose,"

At this Emile threw his face into his hands and starting laughing at his tone-deaf boyfriends attempt at a high soprano.
Remy, however, was not swayed away from singing,  and raised his voice and lightly rocked his head side to side while he sang and drove.

"Oh my god,  Remy, please" Emile wheezed out as he  laughed at the insomniacs increasingly ridiculous antics.
"Please what? Please continue gracing me with your superb vocal skills? Please go to broadway with all that talent, Remington? Please take a longer route to the college so I can spend more time with you, you handsome son of a bitch?" Remy replied to Emile who was rendered speechless with laughter.

"Please never change, Remy. I love you so much"
At this, the drivers cheeks threatened to flush up but he kept up his cool, "Aw, thanks babe, you're not so bad yourself."

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As Remy continued driving, Emile soon joined in with his singing, until they reached Emiles college, before kissing and parting ways for the day.

Although Remy would never admit it, he seemed to have a bit more pep in his step when he got back in his car, and started playing Angel With A Shotgun

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A/N; Ayyyyyyy! Story No.1! I hope that this was bearable for you to read! Feel free to request future one-shots or critique my writing (I'm always looking to improve!)

Word count; 350

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