He Was Perfect {Remington Leith X Reader}

Chapter one.

I woke up half on my friend Emerson's couch, like usual. Sebastian was in the kitchen making toast and Emerson was presumably in the bathroom. I've never seen their parents, in the almost six months I've been here.
I sit up, knowing that my hair is a mess.
"Beautiful." Sebastian remarks, with a laugh.
"Always." I reply in sarcasm.
I rub my eyes, and sigh. I remove my Pink Floyd blanket and stand, almost falling directly after.
"Bitch. Sleep more. You keep falling."
"Actually. I haven't fallen yet. Just almost." He returns to his toast.
I walk over to my bag and grab a pair of leggings and a hoodie. I walk over to the guest bathroom, that Emerson wasn't rudely occupying, and get changed. I straightened my hair like usual and did my whole makeup thing. I tug on my blue hair, and think about what color to do next. Even though I just died it, yesterday.
I walk out, and get attacked with a hug by Emerson. "And you say I take a long time."
"Shut up Em." I reply with a laugh.
Emerson and Sebastian took me in.. I ran away and for a few nights I slept in a hotel lobby. But Emerson found out and took me in. I've never told them why I ran away, and they understand, that's why I love them. They know I just can't talk about some things. My story has a lot of sexual, emotional, and physical abuse,and exploitation. And that partially why it's hard to talk about, but I know and trust them. They're my family.
As we get in our Uber, Em calls for me.
"Yes, child?" I say when we get in.
"So, you know our other bedroom? The one you asked about, but we couldn't give away?"
"Yeah?"
"Well. We should have explained earlier, but we have another brother. He kinda gets out of juvy today.."
"Oh?"
"Yeah.. so-"
"-Do I have to leave?"
"What?? Hell no. Sweetie we love you. You're stuck with us forever. I'm just giving you a heads up."
"Oh. Okay. What's his name?" I respond with enthusiasm.
"Remington. We call him Rem, or Remmy too."
"Oki."
Shortly after we make it to school, where we're greeted by a loud obnoxious atmosphere. High school. Wonderful.
Class went by as normal. I drew and wrote the whole time. I could answer the questions, correctly, and I didn't get in trouble.
"Y/n?" Sebastian asks during lunch.
"Yeah?" I respond.
"What do you draw?"
"Oh it's not important.." I quickly fumble for my papers and blush, silently.
"I wanna knowwww." He whines.
"No."
"Whyyyy?"
"I have Hitler hentai."
"oOooH?"