Sanders Sides School For The Troubled Youth

An empty road at 3am, the streetlights are flickering

I don't have a song but I will say that I think the theme songs for Remy (in general not just in this fic) are: 'How to be a heartbreaker by Marina and 'Primadonna' by Marina. Just lots of Marina.

You can literally see which parts I gave a shit about while writing and which parts I wrote at 3 am 

Remy is the human personification of a mess. There's no need for further explanation. 

On this particular day they had spent most of it trying to sleep and had failed spectacularly. They were quickly typing on the phone with some girl they had never met in real life just gotten to know through their so called friend groups knowing each other. She lived quite far away but she was holding a party and that was exactly what Remy needed.

Why? They were quite sad and lonely because their best friend (Remus) was currently busy at rehab so they needed a pick up. Let them have their unhealthy coping mechanisms. 

It took 15 minutes for them to decide on an outfit. Leggings, black minishort, white crop top and a leather jacket to finish it off. Roman who had been lost in his writing looked up when he saw them on their way out.

"Where are you going?" He asked placing his pen behind his ear.

"What are you, my moms? Girl I'm heading out. Will probs stay over somewhere"

"Ok well as your friendly neighborhood prince call me if something happens"

"Like in the middle of the night?  Don't think so. No one picks up to that cause no one wants that"

"I would pick up. I care about you Em"

Remy rolled their eyes and frowned while looking away. "Whatevs. Get off my dick Ro" They walked out of the room closing the door behind them maybe a bit too harshly.

They didn't, they couldn't let the others see them as weak and vulnerable. Everyone else already had their own problems. They didn't want to add onto the list of problems.

The party was quite far away especially since they were traveling by bus. It was a 1 and a half almost 2 hour long trip. Luckily after an hour or so some other people they knew from earlier got on and they had something to do.

When Remy got off at the station they could swear on that someone they recognized also got off but it was hard to see in the dark.

Everything got hazy when they got to the party. The girl greeted them by hugging them and telling them how glad she was to meet them. They quickly found themself talking to people saying jokes and making others laugh. Someone handed them a drink. They drank. Got another. The cycle just continued.

Music. laughter. Cigarette smoke. And of course all those happy people. Remy was standing among them but it felt like they were alone in the middle of a swarm of people. But that didn't fit in so they just continued to smile, hoping that eventually they would get so drunk they would forget the emptiness inside of them. They just wanted to forget.

Some guy started talking to them more. Complimenting them. They loved it. Maybe it was the drunkness starting to take it's hold making everything swim around and making every decision so much easier to make but they made him follow them into another room, one which had less people in it. Then they started kissing him. Clarification that they're the same age, this isn't some creepy shit.

Hector. They were pretty sure his name was Hector but they could have gotten him mixed together with any of the other guys from the lastest parties. It was harder to be miserable when they were with someone else.

Their brain wandered as they moved down on a couch. Hector meant to check or restrain. Quite fitting as he sat them down on his thigh keeping his arms around their waist. The name Hector came from the greeks that they were sure of. Some guy named Achilles killed him. They knew a lot about names since they had read about a lot of them when they choose their own.