Remington
"Hey are you doing anything tonight?" Emerson questioned quietly.
"You mean besides melting into the couch after rehoming the buckets of ice cream in our fridge to my stomach?" I mumbled, mouth full of ice cream.
"Yeah, I noticed that," He chuckled, "also, what happened to you hating cookie-dough?"
"I've had a change of heart," Oh boy had I, "don't tell Sebastian."
"By change of heart, are you trying to say you no longer have one?"
"It was her favorite." I sighed. God this was so pathetic. I wonder what she's doing right now.
"Remington," I hummed in response to him calling my name, "she's not dead."
"I- I know that." I defended.
"You're talking about her like she's dead." He clarified.
God, I missed her so much.
"She's dead to me." I muttered.
"Oh, so we're angry again?" He asked genuinely.
"I don't know."
"Ok, do you have something to do tonight or not?" Emerson persisted.
"No. I don't have any friends, where would I go?"
Emerson rolled his eyes, "First of all, ouch. Second of all, stop being so mopey, and third of all, the reason I ask is because Shy was gonna bring her friend over tonight."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Ok bitch, did she break your brain too," Emerson groaned, "I thought you could hang out with us."
A pity invitation delivered to my brother, who was two years younger than me. How sweet.
"Maybe," I shrugged halfheartedly, "I'll think on it."
"How are you gonna think about it if Austyn broke your brain?"
Did he have to say her name?
"You know you don't have to say her name," I reasoned, closing my eyes tightly, and holding the pillow that was in my lap closer to my chest, "that kind of hurts."
"Like Voldemort?" He laughed.
"Sure Emerson," I mumbled slowly, "like Voldemort."
Emerson pretended to zip his lips shut, and then checked his phone, "Shy will be here in few."
"Why'd you ask me if she was already on her way?"
"Because I know you like that back of my goddamn hand, you imbecile."
I let out a light huff, but showed off a small smile so he knew that I knew that it was a joke. We sat for a couple minutes, his sarcastic comments bringing a laugh from me every now and again. No matter how much he got on my nerves, Emerson's presence was always better than being alone, which was more to say about anyone else. He was the only person I would ever go out of my way to spend time with. Well, him and you know who. The doorbell ringing had pulled us out of our conversation, and him to the front door.
"You know you don't have to ring the doorbell," I chuckled when he returned with Shy, and a short red-head who I had assumed was Shy's friend, "right?"
I pushed myself off of the couch, and pulled the short brunette into a hug.
"How are you?" She smiled weakly.
