King of Mean

18

"I think it went well." Roman laughed as he fell against his brother's bed with a smile. "He said he would at least try so..." This time Roman had gone to Remus's room expecting his twin to be far more lively than he was. Instead, he got...

"I'm happy for you." Remus mumbled as without even turning to look at his brother. Remus had his nose stuck in a book the whole time Roman was gushing about his time with Virgil. He never put the pen down as he worked through problems trying to study... In fact, Roman doubted he actually left his room at all that day.

"Really? Because to me, it looks like you just said that to your..." Roman peeked over his twin shoulder and scowled. "...math that." Roman laughed as he pulled Remus's chair away from the desk ignoring the growl that escaped Remus's lips as he laughed. "Come on, Remus. School is almost over why are you still so stuck on studying?" Remus frowned as he pulled off his glasses and frowned.

"We have a final test... a really big test coming up, Roman."

"And you'll pass it like you always do." Remus rolled his eyes as he attempted to get back to his work only for Roman to steal his book. 

"Roman..."

"You need to take a break. If not with me then go find your boyfriend. I'm sure Deceit would love to spend more time with you." Remus narrowed his eyes as he held his hand out letting his magic flare out until his coat rack knocked the book out of Roman's hand surprising the prince. Remus sighed as he dusted off his book setting it back on the table. 

"I need to study. The final is 70% of our grade." Remus quickly set back to work ignoring Roman who sat on his desk kicking his legs like a kid on a swingset.

"And like I said, dear brother... You're going to pass it like you always do."

"That isn't the point, Roman. I have a standard for myself and won't let myself fall." Roman sighed as he laid back over everything like one very dramatic bitch, causing a very beast-like growl to escape Remus. What? they are Adams sons. "Roman, please!"

"Is this because of Logan?" Remus glared at the other as he clenched his pen tightly, making Roman frown. "The kid is Yzma's son... He's like logic incarnate. I wouldn't feel too bad about him having such an easy time. You, Remus, are a prince. Reputation is big. So either go mingle with the singles or show that snake of yours a good time."

"Fine. You win." Roman jumped up snatching all crap and running away as fast as he could before his brother could change his mind. Remus just watched as the door slowly closed behind him. "Dork." 

Remus sighed as he pushed himself out of the chair and walked over to the mirror. He narrowed his eyes ran a hand through his hair. Roman was right. Looking at him right now, you could not tell Remus was a Prince. He looked tired and unkempt. A prince... no, a king must look presentable at all moments. 

A king must be smart, caring, brave, regal...

A king must be perfect.

Remus screamed as he grabbed some random thing off his dresser chucking at the wall in anger. How is it that Roman is the perfect prince in everyone's eyes. Not even his anger gets people to see him differently. The man he treated like shit just forgave him? Because of what... a spelled cupcake? And Logan, a vk from the isle with no proper schooling takes to the curriculum as if it were the air he breathes. Virgil got the bluebird... EVEN CASSIDY HAS A FOLLOWING!

Remus was trying so hard... so very hard to show everyone just what he was capable of. He's had better grades than Roman... done more community services than Roman... assisted with programs and the school. Yet Roman's so certain he's going to be future king and no one tells him any different.

"It's ok, Remus. You have nothing to worry about." The Prince laughed as he took his glasses off. "Father will pick the best person to be king. He'll make the right choice." He took a deep breath and smiled wide revealing his sharp fangs. "Have faith..."

"What's up, Girl?" Emile laughed as Remy plopped into the seat beside him. His eyes narrowed at the little thing in Emile's arms and he smirked. "So what... you doing community service or..."

"What? No." Emile shifted the small child until they were lying comfortably as they slept. "I'm watching the kids for Maryweather." Remy shrugged as he sipped his coffee looking out at all the kids sleeping on their mats.

"How'd you get them all to fall asleep? Not even MW has that skill. Usually, she has me use my dust." Emile frowned as he started to rock the sleeping child.

"Well, theres no need for that. They just like me. We played all morning so they were pretty tuckered out by nap time." Remy snickered as he pushed his shades up more.

"Dude they don't just go down for anybody." Emile laughed softly as he stared down at the child with a dreamy look in his eyes. 

"No, I suppose not. Kids are very judgy. You have to earn their trust." Emile slowly got up taking the small child over to the bassinet with a smile as he laid them down. 

"You're too sweet... like a Caffè Vanilla Frappuccino. Too much sugar, sugar." Emile chuckled as he shook his head turning back to man sprawled out lazily in the recliner holding his coffee out as if pointing. "Good thing for you I like sweet."

"You like sweet?" Remy smirked as he pulled his shades down a tad letting Emile get lost in his golden swirling eyes.

"Depends on the day... I like things with bite too." Emile raised an eyebrow as he slowly made his way over to the obvious flirt. "Sweet and spicy."

"Do you now? Do you want to know what I like Mr. Dreamer?" Remy tensed up in anticipation as Emile leaned in with a devious smirk. He pressed himself in close till his hot breath tickled Remy's ear. "A nice long..." Emile pulled away with a smile and Remy frowned in confusion. "Nap."