Fix Me (Alternative ending)

Chapter 51

Omg hi so I'm thinking of starting a oneshot book specifically for this version of Remdy. Would you be interested? I'd take requests and think up situations that haven't happened in these books, and it'd mean that when this comes to an end, the characters can live on.

Thoughts?

Brief (very brief) mentions of eating disorder + self harm.

BbyAndykins: First of all, don't ask about my username, Remington changed it while I wasn't looking. Now I'm changing his. What should it be?? We made it to Paris! Here's a photo some French strangers took of us. They were very kind and even gave us some restaurant recommendations.

"Stop ignoring me," Remington whines, pulling on Andy's arm as the man posts to Instagram.

"I'm not ignoring you. I heard everything you just said."

"Go on then."

"You said 'my feet hurt, can we stop walking?' and then you asked if I could carry you."

Remington giggles.

"See, didn't ignore you. And yes, I can carry you." He puts his phone away and crouches to let Remington onto his back, standing up carefully and holding the boy's legs.

"I feel so tall."

"Where d'you wanna go? We could walk by the river."

Remington rests his chin on the older's head. "Yeah, river." He exhales calmly. "Do you like your new username?"

"Mm, of course I do. I changed yours."

"To what?"

"You'll just have to find out."

"Where are we going?"

"The river," Andy says, "sorry if I drop you."

"Oi, shut up. You better not drop me. I'll push you into the water."

"You're cute." He lets go of Remington's legs for a moment and the boy yelps, Andy laughing.

Remington tightens his grip on Andy's shoulders. "Fucking bitch!"

The man chuckles. "D'you wanna go see a movie tonight? There are so good one on in the cinema. "

"Are they in French?"

"Duh."

"How am I supposed to understand French?"

"Dunno. Just guess what they're saying? Oh, I have an idea!"

Remington plays with his hair.

"So we both try and work out what was happening and then afterwards, we google it and see who was closest."

"You're a genius!"

Andy laughs. "I know. I'm amazing."

Remington hums. "You are," he agrees, "and you're all mine."

"No, you're all mine."

"Nope."

"No?"

"You're mine."

Andy chuckles. "If I'm yours, the doesn't that mean you have to carry me instead?"

"No."

"I see."

Remington hums again, smiling. "You're mine until I'm sad, and then I'm yours and you're completely responsible for not letting me die." He taps Andy's forehead. "I want your skin."