Red is a 17 year old girl finishing her junior year in high school when she begins a relationship with someone who turns out to be her idol. In this book you will see life through the struggling eyes of a broken teenage girl, who must cope with depr...
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I woke up in Remington's arms. He was lightly snoring beside me. I maneuvered my way out of his arms and grabbed a towel, heading to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and shuffled the new falling in reverse album. Loser came through the small speakers as I set my phone on the vanity, hung my towel on the door, and stepped behind the curtain. I let the warm water cascade over my shoulders and back while I reached for the shampoo and started humming along with the music. By the time I had finished rinsing the shampoo out I was singing along and shaving my legs, swaying side to side.
You're always getting me high, then you're pulling me low, then you beg me to stay but you want me to go, you're always telling me yes, but the answer is no, if you want me to guess I'm just a stranger you know, if you call this winning, why do I feel like a loser
By the time the song had finished I was rinsing out my conditioner. I loved that song.
"Hey Siri," I called, "play loser by falling in reverse."
"Playing loser by falling in reverse." She responded.
I know I'd just listened to it but fuck it, I loved that song. I finished rinsing off and went to grab for my towel. I rung out my hair and wiped the smudged makeup off my face before wrapping the warm cloth around myself. I shivered as I opened the door and the cool motel room air hit me. Remington was still fast asleep. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out my favorite pair of lace Victoria's Secret underwear and a matching bra, what can I say I was in a good mood so why not feel and look sexy too. I grabbed my dirty clothes from the bathroom, throwing them all in my dirty clothes drawer, except for Remington's shirt. I pulled it back over my head and grabbed my hair dryer, once again heading to the bathroom. I shut the door in an attempt to not wake Remington. I dried my hair, plugged in my straightener, and hit shuffle on the coming home album once again. I sang along as I did my hair. I teased it and put in hairspray, dancing around.
I don't mind, what's the use, it doesn't matter, if I win or lose, if I don't belong here, than neither do you, it doesn't matter, if I make it through, I don't mind
I grabbed my makeup bag and continued to sing along. Three songs later I put the finishing touches on my winged liner and put my makeup away, tidying the bathroom as I continued to sing along. I jumped, dropping my straightening iron as I felt someone snake their arms around my waist.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Remington said, kissing my cheek.
"It's fine." I grabbed my phone and he rubbed his eyes.
"What time is it?" He asked.
"2 pm."
"Wanna go get something to eat?" He asked.
"Sure, just let me put on some pants."
"But I like it when you don't wear pants." He winked.
"Well I don't want the rest of the world seeing my ass, or lack there of."
"Shut up," he lightly smacked my butt, "you have a cute little ass."
"Put on some clothes," I rolled my eyes, "I'm hungry."
He left, returning a few moments later wearing a clean shirt, while I slipped on my fishnets, Jean shorts, and black joker converse.
"It's nice out," I said, stepping outside, "there's a diner about a mile from here, let me grab my wallet and we can walk."
I grabbed my purse from my car and lead Remington toward the sidewalk, in the direction of the town center. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together, making me smile and blush. We headed into the diner and sat across from each other at a small booth.
"They don't have anything with Nutella." Remington frowned, looking at the menu.
"Don't worry," I smiled reaching into my purse, "I brought some just in case."
He smiled eagerly, we both ordered pancakes and when they arrived we lathered them in the hazelnut spread. We chatted about Harry Potter for a bit. It's no wonder we get along so well, we're both Nutella addicted slytherins. The waitress brought the check and before I could get my cash out Remington handed her his credit card.
"You didn't have to buy me breakfast." I frowned as we walked out.
"Makes us even," he smiled, "since you brought Nutella."
I laughed as he took my hand and we began walking back to the motel. Before we got there, he stopped me.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"I need to ask you something." He smirked.
"Okay, ask away."
He took both my hands and looked me in the eye.
"I know this is a shitty way to ask this, but I don't want to wait anymore," he paused at my confused expression, "will you be my girlfriend?"
Before I knew what I was doing I pulled his face to mine and kissed him passionately.
"I'll take that as a yes?" He questioned.
"Yes." I smiled.
A/n: there will be drugs and alcohol in the next few chapters, no neither Remington or Red do drugs, but they are around them. Smut is on its way.
