All Boys School | Logicality, Prinxiety, Remile, Demus

Hungover | Emile

"Oh, god, what happened last night?" Remy groaned as he woke up. He probably has a hang over. My eyes are open, but I'm just sitting there, pretending to be asleep. I'm so afraid of what SoberRem will think about what happened. "Emile, I can see you're eyes are open." He said. I shut my eyes. "Emile..." He said. I heard a quiet, high pitched shriek. I can't. I looked up.

"I can't pretend to be asleep through you being in pain, are you okay, Rem?" I asked.

"I'm good enough. But what happened last night, it's all a blur." He said, pinching at the bridge of his nose. I can't. I can't tell him. I'm so afraid. On the bright side of  Remy's hangover, he won't be able to be on his phone. He won't see the pictures... of us... doing the one thing I had waited 6 or 7 years to do... which I could do again if I only told him what happened.

"You got drunk." I said quickly. Remy rolled his eyes. 

"Yeah, I figured it out by my pulsing headache and..." He pulled something out from under him. "This flask." He said. He hadn't changed into pyjamas. When we got to the dorm room, it was just the two of us. I recommended we go to bed. When he took off his shirt, I made him put his jacket back on or change in the bathroom. Which he didn't do. "Why am I not wearing a shirt, but I am wearing a jacket?" He asked. I tried not to laugh.

"I dunno." I said. He handed me his phone. "Why are you giving me your phone?" I asked.

"Turn off the blue light. It'll make it bearable to look at the screen." He explained. So smart... I mean, shoot, he can see his background. I turned the phone on. Wow, this picture... kinda hot-- Remy can never see this. I tried to unlock his phone, but couldn't guess his code. "Dude, it shouldn't take this long, just swipe down twice and click the little button labeled 'blue light filter'. It's in the bottom left." He explained. I let out a puff of air and pressed the button before handing it back. 

"Good morning." I heard Patton yawn. 

"Hey, did we hang out last night?" Remy asked. Shit. No, they didn't. After kissing, we just talked. It was nice. But I was the only person he was with besides Roman. 

"Nope. I hung out with Logan and his room mates." Patton said before climbing down and leaving the room.

Remy and I spent all night together. It was lovely, but it the memories may not come back for him. He was going to turn on his phone.

"Don't!" He dropped his phone in pain. "Oh, god, Rem, I'm sorry, just please wait until they leave to turn off your phone. Please." He sighed but smiled.

Patton and Anxiety had left the room. Remy and I had changed into our uniforms. Oh yeah, Rem has to go to school like this? You forget? Because he did. 

"Can I open my phone now?" He groaned. He looks miserable. 

"Go ahead." He turned on his phone. What's he gonna say, what if I'm rejected, what if it was just the alcohol talking.

"Oh, Emile, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you last night-" Haha, it's not like we didn't kiss each other. "-I didn't know what I was doing, I'm sorry." I laughed nervously. 

"Yep. It's fine, don't worry, I'm sure it didn't mean anything." I squeaked out. I hope that isn't the case. Because to me it meant everything. And I want it to mean something to him. I want to mean something to him. Because he means everything to me. Remy crossed his arms.

"Emmy, you're doing that squeaky, high pitched thing you do when you lie." He accused. He's right. I do that when I lie, which is kind of good because I hate lying. Well, sometimes it's the right thing to do, but I hate lying to Remy.

"Fine! You want to know, I'll tell you!" I said quietly, but with force. "So last night I told you about my old crush on you and you told me that you would've tried to stay in touch if I would've told you. And then we kissed and you took a picture so you'd remember and then we talked for a few hours and... now we're here." I rushed through. He looked at me, worried.

"And, uh, why didn't you want to tell me this?" He asked. 

"I didn't want to be rejected. I thought maybe it was the alcohol speaking. And acting." I said, worried. Remy rolled his eyes before kissing me again. When he pulled away he laughed softly.

"And trust me, I'm sober." He said before kissing me again. We pulled away again. "Do you want to be my, uh... boyfriend?"

"More than anything in the world."