The video relates to the title. It's another thing that is beautiful. Btw, I found out about Palaye Royale when Frank reacted to them on one if the videos where he reacts to bands that he's never heard of before. Leave a comment about how you found out about Palaye.
I pulled up to the addressed house and parked my car. I got out and walked up to the door, my camera in hand. I knocked on the door and heard some footsteps, then the door opened, revealing Emerson.
When he seen it was me he smirked, "Remington, your sex buddy's here."
I rolled my eyes and Emerson let me in. I walked into what seemed to be their living room which lead into the kitchen.
I heard the sound of footsteps and eventually seen Remington marching doing the stairs. "My who what now," he asked Emerson, then looked up seeing me. "Really Emerson, you can't just call her my sex buddy. We haven't even talked about what this is yet."
"Yet she's standing in our house, and I'm not even going to ask what the camera's for," Emerson replied, walking over to the couch.
"It's called a kink, Emerson," I said rolling my eyes.
Emerson chuckled, "what's the kink."
"Do you want to see," I asked and his eyes widened. I started walking over to him, turning the camera on.
"I swear to god, Ronnie. If you show me a picture of my brothers dick," he said, shaking his head.
I laughed, showing him the picture I took of Rem, "no, I haven't taken a picture of his dick...yet," I told him truthfully.
Emerson blushed a little and looked at the photo. "So your kink is taking pictures if your other kink?"
I chuckled, pulling the camera back and turning it off. "Not exactly," I said, smirking to myself. "I like to think of it like taking pictures of my victims," I said looking at Remington and licking my bottom lip.
"Okay, well that wasn't creepy at all," Emerson said.
I walked over to Remington, who seemed a bit uncomfortable. "Where are we going?"
"My room," he said and dragged me up the stairs. We went into what I'm guessing is his room and he shut the door. "Wow, you're just so open about that shit," he said and I laughed, sitting on his bed.
"You love it and you know it," I said. "So what are we doing," I asked setting the camera on the floor.
"Showing you how beautiful your face is. Trust me, your body's just a plus," he said, making me blush. "And that is just flat out adorable," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
He picked up my camera and turned it on, then took a picture of me. "Instead of my original plan let's just lay down," he said and I nodded in agreement.
I situated myself on his bed and laid down. Remington handed me my camera and took his shirt off. He laid down on his bed next to me and took the camera out of my hands and sat it in the floor next to his bed.
"So," he started, turning to look me in the eyes, "why did you ask if you were beautiful?"
"Because of all the times people have told me I'm ugly and fat," I said, staring into his beautiful eyes.
"You really shouldn't listen to them, they're jealous assholes," he said and I smiled. "You're a very beautiful person. You should be the person on the screen, not behind it."
A moment comfortable of silence passed by and we just stared at each other. But there was a question building up inside if me that I just had to ask. "So what was your original plan?"
"I was going to take some pictures of your face with every emotion possible, including sexual," he said, a smirk playing at his lips.
I smirked back at him and said, "Later," then winked.
"Okay, then tell me about you," he said, changing the subject.
"Well, as you know, my dad died of cancer. My mom then moved us in with my aunt Clarise in her big farm house," I started, remembering small parts of my child hood. "When I was nineteen I moved to New York. That's where I met my ex Zack. He broke it off with me after three years, and that's when I moved to Wisconsin. My brother Aiden had just turned nineteen and moved there with me," I said, trying to remember as much as possible.
"We didn't live together but we did live in the same apartment building," I continued. "I met Lilly in Wisconsin, she was my brothers age. They dated for a while until he started getting into drugs. I packed the both of us up and we moved here a month after I turned twenty-three. We lived together for a month before she started a job where she was gone a lot and I couldn't go with her because I was working for that company that recently fired me. I had a mental breakdown at one point and stopped eating. Come to find out I had anxiety, anorexia, and anger issues. They didn't like the fact that I was alone so much so they made me move in with someone I trusted and pretty much had the same schedule as. That person happened to be Debrah, one of Lilly's friends that I had became quite close to. Not much has changed since then, besides the fact that my anorexia is gone," I finished the story off.
"How old were you when your dad died," Remington asked and I thought about it for a minute.
"Natalie was five, Allison was six, and Aiden was ten, which made me thirteen," I remembered correctly and Remington caressed my cheek. "Let's talk about something else now "
"Okay, did you have any boyfriend's after Zack," he asked and I shook my head no. A devilish smirk washed over his face. "How was the sex?"
I smirked back at him, but still replied honestly, "it took him forever to make me cum. What about you, what was the sex like between you and Chrissa?"
He chuckled, "she couldn't even turn me on," he said, playing with my hair.
"How many girls do you let control you like I did last night," I asked and he blushed. "Oh my god, you're blushing. I've finally made you blush!"
"You're the only one," he said, laughing at my excitement.
"You're damn right, and I'll be the only one ever able to do that," I said and his smirk reappeared.
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Have We Met? (Remington Leith)
FanficThey have dreams about each other yet they have never met. In fact, they don't even know each other exist. They believe that they made one another up. Until they meet. ***************************************** Completed