He Was Perfect {Remington Leith X Reader}

Chapter two.

"You Cannot fit a whole apple in your ass!" I argue with Emerson.
"No, Not me there's a chick on Dr. Phil, that sells nudes with an apple in her ass!"
"....oh?"
"Yes. Pleasant dreams child. I'm gonna sleep."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
I stayed up for the next half hour or so, on my phone, until the door opened.
"Hello?" A voice rang. He took a step inside. Jesus Christ, he was tall. Damn. "Oh?.. hi?" He said confused.
"Oh, uh.. hey. Are you Remington?"
"Yeah?"
"Sebastian and Em are in bed."
"Oh.." he seemed disappointed. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh.. I kinda.. live here now.."
"What?"
"I was.. homeless.. and they took me in."
"Oh.. I'm sorry."
"Yeah.. oh. You're rooms still open. They wouldn't let me sleep in there."
"Really? You could have. I don't mind."
"It's okay. That's you're place."
"Well.. I don't know how long you've been here, but I'm sure that couch isn't comfortable.."
"It's okay.."
"No, go ahead. I'll sleep out here."
"I'm okay, Remington" I laugh. He smiles.
"I'm serious. I insist. I can't let you sleep in the couch."
"You're sweet." I laugh. "But I'm fine."
"I insist. I'm serious. If you don't let me sleep on the couch I won't sleep at all."
"Ugh. You really are their brother, aren't you."
"Indeed."
"Thank you, Remington." I laugh.
"No problem.. uhmm..?"
"Y/n."
"Pleasure to meet you."
"You too." I stand up. "Are you sure? Because it gets cold out here and I don't want to put you through any discomfort."
"I mean.. yeah that sucks but.."
"So I'll sleep out here you go sleep in your bed."
"I mean we could share the bed, but like.. it's okay if you don't want to." He suggested.
"Yeah, that'd work."
"Okay, let me get changed really quick."
"Okay." I smiled.
I took a minute to address this situation. I'm going to sleep in a bed with a stranger I met five minutes ago. I'm a dumbass.
I walk swiftly towards the bathroom to get changed. Batman shorts and a black tank top. I brushed my hair and teeth quickly, and exited the room.
Remington was standing by his door, shirtless, and wearing black shorts. Taking in his appearance, I noticed several tattoos. Tattoos, and tall. Marry me.
"Hey there." He smiled. I quickly realized I was both staring, and blushing. In my embarrassment I forgot to answer. He laughed. "You gonna come in?"
I nodded awkwardly, and sat on the edge of the bed. His room was an emo band shrine. My Chemical Romance, Fall out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, the whole Trinity.
"This is awkward...." I say quietly to myself.
"Only if you make it awkward." he responds.
"I really want to make a sex joke now."
"Do it."
"That's what I'm making a joke about."
"...you're a terrible being."
"I'm aware." We shared a laugh and everything else.. melted away. In that moment it was just me and Remington. I studied his face closely.. every inch was perfect.. I couldn't quite compare it to anything. It was its own thing entirely. It was perfect.
He was perfect.