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Remington had ran out of Nutella less than thirty minutes ago.

He had had enough. He could no longer go without his one true love.

He was now at the closest Walmart. Not being able to wait the extra 1 minute and 23 seconds for his Uber, he had sprinted the 2.37 miles.

He skidded down the isle where, he knew quite well, the Nutella was located. He reached up the shelf for the Nutella, only to fine none.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He yelled as he reaching father into the shelf.

As his fingers came in contact with something, that most-fucking-definatly was not a Nutella jar, he snarled, grabbing whatever it was.

Remington turned to see it was the hand of a man. A extraordinarily handsome man.

"Do you have the last jar?"

"I- uh-" The blonde man stuttered looking up at the god infront of him.

"The Nutella?" Remington practically growled looking the man gay in the eye.

"Y-yes s-sir." The man stuttered yet again. He had never felt so intimidated in his life.

Remington looked the man up and down once, making his decision in record breaking time.

"Come." Remington commanded the man, who simply nodded not trusting his own voice, "Name?"

"J-Johnny." He said, barely above a whisper.

"What was that, love?"

The blue-eyed man blushed madly before repeating his name again, louder and with more confidence.

Remington smirked at this. He grabbed the jar of Nutella from the shorter man's hands and handed it to the cashier, the smirk still on his face.

"H-here." Johnny said trying to hand the middle-aged women his card. Remington grabbed Johnny's hand, sending shivers down the blondes body.

"I got it." Remington said handing the cashier a five-dollar bill. He grabbed the un-bagged jar of Nutella. Before the women could even hand him the change, the taller man dragged the shorter of the two out the store.

"Where are w-we goi-going?" Johnny asked timidly.

"You are going to stay in my bus. I am going to do my job," Remington replied, continuing to pull Johnny down the sidewalk, "can you run?"

"Uh well I uh-" He started before he felt a harsh tug on his arm, "y-yeah."

"Good. Keep up and follow me." Remington then started running towards the venue.

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Now that Johnny was in the tour bus, with strict orders to touch nothing, Remington was getting ready for the show.

"Did you get what you needed?" Sebastian asked as Remington came running in.

"That and more." Remington replied to his older brother, a smirk tugging on his lips.

"Oh?" The youngest brother asked poking Remington in the side with his drumstick.

"'Oh?' nothing." Remington replied batting Emerson's hands away.

"Sure Rem."

"Okay guys come on." Sebastian called  his younger brothers over. As they ran over to the side of the stage, Sebastian walked into the stage with his gaytar. Next wentz Emerson, and finally Remington.

As they started playing the crowds screaming grew louder and they started to sing along.

Remington couldn't keep the smirk off his face the whole time. He mind was set on his plans for later that night. He was surprised that he even managed to remember the lyrics.