Broken Core || Sander Sides Highschool AU ||

Chapter 4: Who you really are

"Trigger Warning; mainly swears- does a drunk father count? I'm not sure- please let me know if I need to add anything in the main Trigger Warnings." - Brew

"There are probably grammar mistakes, because I didn't proofread it. Eh I'll fix them when I feel like it" - lazy Brew =^=

Remus's POV

"That new kid has a lot of nerve," Damien growled once we left. I fiddle with my hands.

"Day?" I said looking at him, he rolls his eyes at the nickname, but waves his his hand for me to keep talking.

"Do you think he really can change?" I look at him dead in the eye, as we walk back to our neighborhood. Damien used to be our childhood friend; Me, Romano, & him. I wanted his honest answer on this.

"Honestly Re? I want to believe it's true- but what if this is just some hopeless errand?" He asked me, wondering the same thing I was pushing back in my head. I tighten the straps on my backpack. 

"This is Romano, The Romano. He's never gotten detention. I can't even remember the last time he cursed!" I burst out, my hands spread out. We shift into a unpromising silence,

"What if this is a bigger thing than we think?" Damien wonders aloud. I tried to shake that question out of my brain.

I stop moving my legs, and I take a look at my house.

"..Home sweet home.." I laugh bitterly. Damien reaches for my hand and squeezes it.

"See you, 4:30" I wave bye to him, until he's completely out of sight. I sigh, using the spare keys to unlock the door. I throw my backpack, and kick off my shoes. I walk to grab myself a snack at the cupboard, Romano is already there- pouring some coffee.

I decided to play it cool and approach him.

"Wow, I didn't know you liked coffee" I gasp in mock awe. Romano rolls his eyes at me.

"Wow, I didn't know you could look so bad with that mustache." He retorts back.

"Someone jelly (*cough* crofters) that they don't have my facial hair?"

"In your dreams" I laugh, sometimes I miss the good old days. When there was no difference between popular and not. I decided to get right on with the topic.

"Heard you got detention, Princey" I say bluntly. Roman stared at me with wide eyes, not noticing he was pouring coffee all over his hand. He winces dropping the coffee to the floor.

"Shit" He muttered, trying to clean the coffee cup. I stare at him taking a double take, family-friendly Romano can curse?

"Dude, at least clean your hand!" I say pointing to his bruised red hand.

The coffee starts making sizzling noises. (T^T not the coffee) He ignores me trying to clean up the floor. I walked over and dragged him out of the coffee mess.

"What the hell! Let me finish cleaning up at least!" Roman protest. I make him sit on the couch, and clean up the coffee mess myself. Suddenly the door swings open. I already knew who it was- Father. I heard footsteps making their way to the kitchen. I held my breath for just a brief moment,

"rOMaNo WhEre iS mY CofFE-" Father hollered, clearly drunk. I could smell the strong scent of beer and booze all over him.

He looks at the pointed mess, "ReMuS WEsT. WHat. dId. You. dO?" He grips my hand, hard, making me drop the towel I was using to clean up the spill. I hold my breath, trying not to inhale too much of the strong booze scent that was giving me a headache. It wasn't the first time, Father came drunk- but I've never seen him act this aggressive.