The Lams Hotel | Sanders Sides // Logicality, Prinxiety, Remile, Demus

Chapter 11: Uh... You should read it, but it's not good.

They're a little unethical. Don't worry though, it should be fine.
Also, I know that this isn't how doors work. Please don't be mean about it, let's assume these people are stupid. 

"That's amazing Remy!" Patton exclaimed quietly. 

"Thanks, but it still feels weird leading so many people here," He said with a small meek smile, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"It's so nice! You're helping other people! I wish I could do that..." Patton said, making Logan perk up a bit. 

"Would you?" Logan asked. 

"What?" Patton asked, confused. 

"I had an idea. Partially to thank Andi and Dominic, but also to help them," Logan started, "I want to build a website for them. I know how and the current one looks like it was made in 2007. If you want to help, you could take pictures and reviews." Patton's eyes lit up. 

"Yes! That sounds awesome! I would love to do that!" He said excitedly. 

"Wonderful. I'm not talented with communicating with other people as you are." Patton giggled.

"Thanks," He said, "When do you want to start?"

"I first want to ask Andi and Dominic." Patton nodded. 

"Oh, shoot..." Emile mumbled. "I have to go, I have a shift," He said with a kind, apologetic smile. "See ya!" He said cheerfully before running off. 

"Yeah, I have a shift at the shop," Remy said walking off, "Bye Bitches!" Patton watched as Remy left the room before sitting where Remy was, closer to Logan. 

"So you know my theory?" Patton asked. Logan nodded. "Do you think we could like... help them along?" Logan shook his head. 

"Remy is defiant by his own nature. By confronting him about his clear emotions for Emile, he will only figuratively push himself back further to convince us, Emile and himself that he doesn't have romantic feelings for Emile," Logan explained. 

"But what if we don't confront him. What if we have him confront himself?"

"I'm not following."

And that's how they ended up here. 

Remy banged on the door.

"Patton, open the door!" Patton fidgeted with the key-card in his hand. 

"I feel bad."

"If they don't confess by dinner they'll be released, don't worry," Logan said quietly. Patton giggled. "But, according to past observations and the temperature Remy keeps his room at, it won't be much longer." 

Remy took off his sun glasses before flopping onto the bed. He screamed into the pillow. 

"Are you alright Remy?" Emile asked. 

"Yes, I'm fine." 

"Could you tell me why we're in here?" Emile asked. Remy turned around in the bed. 

"Yes, they're messing with us."

"Okay..." Emile took off his jacket. "Why is it so hot in here?" 

"I like it warm," Remy said, sitting up. Emile scooted closer to Remy. 

"Well, take off your jacket, you're going to burn," Emile said, pulling Remy's jacket down a bit. Remy took off his jacket, his white t-shirt looking like it was at least a size to small. And Remy being Remy, he always has to look the best.