Ma Chérie | Remington Leith

I'm an addict Remington

Alex:
I was sitting on the couch, eating a jar of Nutella. Feeling sick and miserable. Every two seconds I was running to the bathroom just to empty the contents of my stomach. Nutella seamed to be the only thing that stuck.
Remington walked in and smiled sympathetically.
"Still feeling miserable?"
I groaned.
Remington frowned.
"Come on. We're going on an adventure." Remington said pulling me to my feet
"I don't wanna." I complain
"I'll make it quick, and besides. Walking will make you feel better." Remington said
"When did you become a doctor?" I say
"I'm Mr. Doctor Man. Duh." Remington smiled
"So sassy." I say
Remington put his hand on his hip and snapped his fingers.
"Sass king. Right here." Remington said
"Gerard Way is the sass king." I correct
Remington pouted making me laugh.

...

We had been walking a while when we finally ducked into a store. It was a record/music store. I loved these places. So did Remington. I smiled.
"Come here! I wanna show you something!" Remington said as he pulled me to the back of the store.
We laughed like children.
We shuffled through old records, rare old records when Remington took a candid picture of me.
"What was that for?" I asked
Remington shrugged.

...

After spending about an hour and a half in the music store, Remington and I began walking again.
"Alex..." Remington mumbled
"What?"
Remington bit his lip, debating wether of not to ask me.
"Have you decided what to do with the baby yet?"
I sighed and stopped walking.
"Remington- I can't be a mother-  I'm mean look at me?"
Remington looked down at me for I was shorter than him.
"Alex- don't say that. You don't know that!"
"I'm an addict Remington." I snap
Remington bit his lip, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.
"Come on." He said
"What-? No-? Where are we going-?" I question
Remington- much like Emerson- said nothing as he pulled me along.