A Little Ghost Help

~25~

The image was chosen in the name of Janus and all 4'8 (I think it is... dang it, I swear I wrote it down somewhere) of them.

Tired of waiting? Well your wait is over! Huzzah! I'm gonna keep this short and sweet since I'm falling asleep and it's one am. Enjoy!

Warning: Remy. Wait is this... could it possibly be... fluff?????? Perhaps... is it? Hmmm...

Remy

“Hey daaaaaad!” I called from my bedroom.

“Whaaaaaaaat?”

“Can I have a friend overrrrrrrrr? For like… A sleep overrrrrrr?”

“Uhhhh do I know this kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid? And no if it’s Emile. I love him but you know the rules, no boyfriends over night.”

“Ugggghhhhhhhhh! You met him once, it’s Patton!”

“Alright thennnn!”

“Thank youuuuuuu!”

“You’re welcomeeeee. I’m guessing he’s staying for dinner?”

“Mhm! I’m about to go pick him up now.”

“Okay, have fun. Don’t crash and die!”

“I won’t plan on it!” I picked up my keys and wallet before slipping on my heels, “I’ll be back!”

“Love you!” He called as I walked into the garage.

“Love you too!” I hopped into the car and drove to the Starbucks. Okay look, I would walk there, but like… No. These are new shoes. Black stilettos with a rainbow shimmer in the light. They’re kinda like the farancia snake or as I like to call them, the gay snake. These are my gay stilettos. I’m not exposing them to mud yet, thank you.

When I got to the Starbucks I saw Patton sitting on the curb, head in his hands. I parked and crossed the parking lot. “Paaaaaaatttttoooooooonnnnnnnn!” I called, hands cupped around my mouth. He jumped and looked up at me with wide eyes before chuckling and standing. I took his hand and dragged him into the Starbucks. “You brought us here so I’m getting drinks.” His eyes widened.

“Oh- but I didn’t bring any money-” He started to protest. I held up a finger.

“I know. I’m paying. Hot chocolate right?” He looked concerned, “Babes, chill. It’s just a drink and I have a job. I have money to waste anyway.” If my dad heard that, he’d probably flick me. I mean, yeaaaaaaaaah I’m supposed to be saving for college but screw it, I’m taking a gap year anyway. Drinks are way more important than education. 

“Okay… and yes please.” I nodded and went up to the cashier. 

“Hey Jodie! Can I get my usual please and a large hot chocolate?” 

“Absolutely. Anything else, Rem?”

“Nope. How’ve you been recently?” She finished the order and began printing out the receipt as I grabbed out my money.

“I’m alive,” She chuckled.

“I feel that, I’m pretty sure a necromancer had to bring me back at least 63 times during highschool. But now I’m free! Meaning I’m going to need to hire a daily barstarisa so I don’t suffocate from all this freedom,” Jodie sighed.

“I woulddddd but I also have to pay rent so it might be expensive.”

“Uggggghhhh I’ll just get Emile to start studying the ancient art of brewing coffee.” She laughed and I let myself join in.