But Now We're Stressed Out

You wont like me anymore

TRIGGER WARNINGS : verbal/mental abuse, implied self harm (cutting), suicidal thoughts, swearing, slapping

Remy POV
"Welp, that was fucking weird," I said, after a few minuets of shocked silence. All of us watching as Virgil walked away with Damien.

"Language," Both Patton and Emile said at the same time.

"What did...all that mean?" Asked Roman, clearly jealous of Damien.

"I think Virgil has a secret boyfriend," I said, trying not to laugh as Roman's face twisted with jealously. God, he's not even trying to hide how much he likes Virgil.

"Both Virgil and Damien agreed that this time they were just going to friends, not a romantic relationship." Logan said. "Though it is obvious they were in some type of relationship before, but most likely a toxic one based on Virgil's reaction to Damien when he first arrived."

"That doesn't answer our questions," Patton mumbled. "Are they okay? Is Virgil okay?"

"They're probably fine,"  Emile said softly. 

"What do you guys think about all that?"  Asked Roman

"These two have a past,"  I said in a dramatic voice.

"Not helping asshole,"  Roman said lowly. 

"Fight me bitch,"  I said, flipping Roman off.  Roman glared at me before stomping off. 

"How was that helpful?"  Asked Patton, very clearly distressed by all of this. 

"Don't care,"  I grumbled.  "Virgil's past with Damien is none of our damn business unless he wants to tell us."

"Come on Patton,"  Logan said, motioning to the parking lot.  "Let's just stop talking about this.  It's the weekend now, we can discuss this with Virgil on Monday."

Patton thought for a moment before nodding and following Logan.  I sighed and flopped backwards onto the table. 

Emile laughed at me and kissed my cheek.  I smiled and pulled him into a kiss.

"Love ya babes,"  I said.  "But I gotta get home."

"Okay, I need to drive Patton home anyways.  Unless Logan took him home,"  Emile told me.

"I'll bet ya a coffee Logan took him home,"  I laughed along with Emile. 

I stood up from the table and pressed a kiss to Emile's forehead.  Emile smiled softly up at me.  God I love him. 

"Text me or something,"  I told him.  "See ya Monday honey." 

"Bye Rem."  Emile called and I waved and turned away.  I started my walk home, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

I don't think there's any parties this weekend, so nowhere to hide out and get drunk.  Great...just great...

I should probably stop drinking so much.  I don't wanna end up like Mom.  But it makes me forget.

It took about twenty minuets, but I finally made it home.  Thank god Mom's car wasn't in the driveway.

I unlocked the front door and stepped into the house.  Shutting the door behind me, I headed into the kitchen. 

I looked for some food but most of the cupboards were empty.  The fridge wasn't in any better shape. 

I finally found some crackers to munch on.  I strolled through Instagram trying to find some part going on.  But in a small ass town like this, there wasn't nothing close enough to go to.