Hey sisters! Lol I'm James Charles. Remy here hasn't gotten enough love and I just reread over my Lipstick Lovers Oneshot (probs my most proud one EVAH) and decided to try another one! Ready?
SHOWTIME!!!
Remy laughed at himself, twirled around and admired himself in his mirror. Damn, he looked good! He had enough self confidence and a healthy enough self esteem to say that without any sarcasm laced in. Remy loved himself, but he wasn't overly narcissistic. He knew he had faults, like his horrid temper and how he's insensitive to others pretty much all the time when they aren't important to him *cough* Deceit and Roman *cough* But he knew he had many fabulous things about him. Like his appearance and his eye for fashion. His quirky humor and his ability to make whole compliments instead of the empty ones everyone throws about on a daily basis.
However, there is one flaw that Remy annoy get over about himself: He falls in love way too easily. Yeah, he's that shallow ho everybody knows. Even in the mind space where only the core original characters and the personality traits live. He finds himself being like a whore and falling in love before even getting the chance to really fall in love. A shallow crush at first sight, but it's more than a crush. Remy hates how quickly he falls in love. It's be better to know the person and love them for who they actually are than fall in love with an assumption floating around in your head. Right now, and for the past long while, he's been in love woth Anxiety himself. Virgil. He doesn't have any basis for this love... it's just there. And Remy never even bothered to deepen it. He just assumed it would go away like the other two, but it didn't go away. It was weird.
Remy shook it off and looked himself in the mirror one more time, checking his foundation and admiring the James Charles Palette colors once more before flicking up his leather jacket and summoning a Starbucks cup. Oh yeah. He was ready to go out. There's a night club in the back of the Imagination he loves to go to with a few friends. All core original characters like him that Roman made. Remy stepped out of his room and began walking towards the imagination. But, guess what? Cliché fanfiction struck and he walked right into Virgil's line of sight. He smiled clumsily and tiredly. Oh lord. Is it suddenly hot in here?
"Hey, Remy. Going clubbing again? Try to be back at a decent time. I'm exaughsted, as usual."
Virgil let out a big yawn, not caring how quote unquote "ugly" he looked when doing so. Remy stared at his facial features, watching his nose scrunch up and his eyes wrinkle closed. It wasn't adorable, like a purple baby piglet. That was charming to Remy. He chuckled now to himself. Yeah, maybe he should be back by a decent time to do his job. For Virgil. Speaking of Virgil, Remy should probably make a good conversation with him. But what to talk about? Maybe ask to hang out tonight? He could invite Virgil with him. That would make his heart super happy. Or take him somewhere else entirely? Ooh, that idea was mysterious! Let's try that!
"Gurl, you look like you need a little pep in your step. Here, screw the club. I'd rather spend time with you. Do you wanna grab a coffee? The Starbucks is open 24 hours near the Dream Station~"
Remy tried to make the offer as tempting as possible. He really wanted to spend time with Virgil. Remy pooped away the drink in his hands hoping Virgil never noticed it in the first place. Instead Remy conjured a black purse and slung It over his shoulder, as if reading himself for the date they'd theoretically go on. Virgil stared at him a moment and blinked. He looked blank until a flicker in his eye. He smirked and shrugged, being so charmingly causal. Remy's art did a summersault. Damn this crush. It made Remy feel so helpless. Down for the count and drowning in it.
"Yeah, sounds good. I need to get my mind off of all the crap the others are putting me through. Let's go get a coffee."
Virgil extended his arm to Remy, like a man leading his partner to the waltzing floor. Remy rolled his eyes sneakily, loving every moment of this fanfic so far, and he took Virgil's arm. Since Virgil doesn't need to sink in and our like the others, he could just snap his fingers and they'd be at the Starbucks. That's exactly what happened. Remy decided to be the leading gentleman this time and hold the door open for Virgil. He muttered a word of thanks and walked inside. Giddily, Remy followed him. There were little NPC like people that resembled Thomas's friends working the counter. Today must have been Foti and Dodie's shift. Virgil led Remy again to the counter. Remy knew exactly what he wanted. Here in the Imagination: Pumpkin Spice Latte was always on the menu. It's never too late for some Seasonal Depression. Dodie smiled and took the counter, the yellow rose tucked behind her ear bringing out the yellow sweater under her green apron. Yellow was totes her color.
"You know my order, Doll. Virgil? What would you like? I'll buy you something to watch too if you want it."
Remy smiled sweetly, almost too sweetly to be his normal sassy self. Virgil rose an eyebrow, and Remy insisted without saying a word. Virgil nodded, understanding that Remy was treating. Golly, this really was a date wasn't it? Remy felt the honeyglow in his cheeks. How long had that been there?
"I'll take a triple espresso. Oh, and a toasted bagel. Plain. No Cream Cheese please."
Dodie nodded and rang it up. Before Virgil could pull out his wallet Remy flicked out his credit card and smirked at him, raising both eyebrows up and down in a knowing way before sliding it across, completing the transaction. Foti had already started working on gathering everything. The store was empty. It was all theirs. Remy gestured for Virgil to lead the way and he chose to sit at the bar. Remy graciously sat next to him. Neither of them had their phones, so they couldn't not interact with eachother. However, no words were needed to be happy.
There was a comfortable silence before the two received their orders. Remy took a long sip of the autumn themed drink. Perfect. Just the way he liked it. With a smile, he glanced over at Virgil. He wasn't smiling nearly a day much. Was something wrong? Remy reached over to touch him, but froze. Should he really touch him? Even if just a simple holding his shoulder to ask what's wrong? Virgil looked up from his brooding to realize what was going on. Virgil let out a long sigh before explaining.
"Sorry, Rem. I'm just stressed. The guys keep pushing me aside and keep overlooking most of my valid points. Roman tells me I'm stupid and too negative. Logan tells me I'm absurd and overthinking it. Patton tries to reassure me I'm okay when I'm not. It makes me feel like I'm not worth it, ya'know? It's a lot for one singular guy to be the bad news bear. I know you took me away to cheer me up when I obviously needed it, and I'm sorry for making you do that. I'm not really worth it."
Remy had his jaw dropped to the counter he was so appalled. Not worth it?! Over his dead body! Virgil was such an amazing person. He was so dedicated to his cause. He always had his opinions and would prove his side. He was always there to double and triple check over everything! Like the quality inspections! Without him, everything would be in shambles! Like that little chart Logan showed everyone proved. Remy didn't bother remembering the name. Remy didn't care about overstepping his boundaries. He spun Virgil around in the stool and held onto his shoulders, forcing him to look in his eyes. He flicked his sunglasses down to show how genuine he was.
"You listen up and you listen up real good now. Never ever say that you aren't good enough again. Everybody had their downsides and slumps and flaws, but that makes us beautiful! If we were perfect, we wouldn't slay now would we? We'd be plastic. We maylook like Kim Kardashian but have the perosnality of a slice of bread. And that's not fun. You're broody and kinda depressing sometimes, sure. Whatever. But that's who you are and what you bring to the table is a new color that completes he rainbow. And is every color in the rainbow gorgeous! ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY!!! Look, no one is perfect. You're not going to be happy or perfectly fine every single time. You're gonna get stressed and you're gonna have flaws. Accept it, Embrace it, and Slay on. True Kweens Slay On."
Remy just let the words pour, even though he repeated himself over several times. Virgil stared at him. Remy realized just how tight he was gripping onto his shoulder and just how close their faces had gotten, so Remy pulled back and let go. Wow, he was practically falling off his stool and didn't realize it. Was he that into his speech? Remy took an awkward gulp of his pumpkin spice seasonal depression. He lives for it. He glanced over at Virgil, who had just popped a torn piece of bagel in his mouth. He swallowed it hard after chewing and took a small sip of his coffee. He was almost treating it like alcohol.
"Slay on... Huh? That's a fun way to look at it... Do you really think I can?"
Virgil looked up at him with big, hopeful, puppy dog eyes. He looked like a small kitten in the rain that's just been kicked. Remy wanted to take him in his arms and rock him to sleep while singing a lullaby in the style of lofi jazz music. Maybe Caleb Belkin's "I Fall In Love Too Easily" would do. Remy smiled warmly just to make him feel better. He scooted his stool over and wrapped a warm arm around him. He leaned his head on his shoulder and said four words in a hushed tone to help Virgil Reaffirm himself.
"I know you will."
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Im really proud of this one. It had a strong moral message near the end of the story and hinted at it in the begining, it had a pretty decent word count, thought I think Virgil is super OOC and too casual to be himself and Remy isn't sassy enough... it needs work.... but it also has good things about it. Like the moral, it has assets and flaws; strengths and weaknesses. And I'm proud of that.
I love you, wherever and whoever you are! Know that you are loved, because you are a wonderful human being who deserves respect. Internet hugs and blow kisses!
~Eva