Sander Sides One-Shots 2 // Logicality, Remile and Prinxiety

Whistle | Remile

AU- Human, 2020

TW- Idk, it takes place un current time, so like... maybe that, I guess. 

"I hate these masks, it makes it so hard to breath," The asthmatic boy said, making his brother stop. Virgil went to live with Remy after the quarantine started, both of their moms being essential workers and not wanting to put their teenage son in any kind of remote danger. 

"I know, I'm sorry, but like... we have to wear them because corona is the biggest bitch to ever exist," Remy said, pushing the cart down the isle. 

"And you know what I hate! I hate that therapy sessions have to be conducted over the phone," Virgil said, crossing his arms, frustrated. Remy let out a small laugh, trying not to laugh at his brother. 

"Well, we're almost done with shopping. Do you want some cookies?" Remy asked. Virgil looked up at the cookies in the isle they were in. He took a package of peanut butter and chocolate cookies and put them in the cart. Remy snickered a bit before walking off to the checkout isles. 

As they came to the end of the groceries, Virgil piped up. 

"I have to use the restroom," He said. Remy merely pointed to the bathrooms in the front of the store and Virgil shuffled off. 

Remy let out another small laugh before putting the last of the bags in the cart. He wheeled it to the doors and leaned on the wall. He let his eyes wander to the people who were checking out. 

He saw a few people, someone wearing a red pullover hoodie with many patches who was with a boy in a blue cardigan (Remy didn't know if they were, but in his mind they were gay for each other), two girls, one wearing yellow, the other wearing blue, etc. But the person who caught his eye was wearing a tan cardigan. He was maybe 9 feet away.

Remy lifted his sunglasses to look at him better. 

He had light brown hair, green eyes and the cutest smile Remy had ever seen (He had pulled his mask down for a moment to adjust them under his glasses). He had freckles, not quite as intense as Patton's. They were lighter and were just scattered here and there.

Remy tried to whistle, like a cat call, but it didn't work because of the mask in front of his face. 

"Damn mask..." He muttered

When the man started to push his cart away, Remy panicked. 

"Hey! Guy with the tan jacket!" He yelled. Yes, he yelled. Emile turned around. He looked down at his jacket before pointing at himself with a questioning look on his face. "Yes! You! You're hot, but I can't whistle right now so, like... you're hot!" 

There was an awkward silence, which was actually filled by the store noises, but still. For Remy it was agonising. 

"Okay, thanks for your time!" He managed to get out, wanting to throw himself off a cliff. He turned to his cart, staring at the bags, wondering why the hell he just took that shot. 

"Hey," He heard a meek voice say as a cart pulled up next to him. Remy looked up. 

I'm sure don't need to tell you, but it was him. The boy with the tan jacket, brown hair and green eyes. 

"Sorry," Remy grumbled, hating himself even more, looking back down. 

"No, no, it's fine," The guy said with a kind laugh, which made Remy's face heat up. He had never felt this nervous before. "I'm Emile. I would shake your hand, but, uh..." Remy laughed. 

"It's all good. I'm Remington. But like... I hate that, call me Remy." Emile let out another laugh. 

"Okay," He said with a nod. "So, Remy, what made you think that was the best alternative?" Emile asked. He immediately realised how that sounded. "I mean that in the nicest way possible, I swear." Remy let out a weak laugh.