Sanders Sides Oneshots

Across The Hall ~ Spoiler ~ Remile

Here's another spoiler for Across The Hall! I think it's about time you all get a little insight on some of it so far. This is not one of the chapters. It's just a small part of one, so you're not getting the whole 2000+ words package. Here we have a small little Remile snippet, so I hope you enjoy!

For the few of you who don't know what Across The Hall is, or have forgotten, it's a very big book I'm making behind the scenes, where every chapter has over 2000 words. It's got fluff, drama and some angst in a very character-driven book. I don't know when it'll be released, but it will be released one day.

This has been edited, in order not to give away too many story plots!

Emile smiled, nodding slowly as he listened to Dot complain. "And now Larry's just being too spontaneous!" The couple had been in for a while but, today, Larry was on a business trip so just Dot had turned up for the appointment. "Like, he'll be taking me out for dinner but I'd already have cooked something for dinner and then there's just a huge problem and he starts to look all guilty and say he already booked it and then I can't turn it down because there's a no-refunds policy."

"It sounds to me," Emile said slowly, "That you and Larry are butting heads a lot now after my advice a few months ago?"

"Exactly! Yes!" Dot clapped her hands together, making a small sharp noise as she sighed loudly. "That's exactly what's going on and we just can't talk about it because I don't want to upset him, like you said last week!"

Emile shook his head. "Ah, here's the thing. I never said you can't. I just said you'd have to be careful with his feelings. Larry is a sensitive old man-" Dot snorted, "-And he is just trying to follow my advice as strictly as you. You said that you were finding the relationship more predictable, I suggested he throws in a few surprises. And he's taking that to the letter by legitimately not telling you anything."

Dot hesitated. "That does sound like what he's doing and it does make sense..."

The therapist beamed at her. "See? That's all that's going on. Larrydot will be put back on track soon, and I want you to send Larry in alone next week so I can talk to him. Now, I'm afraid that's the end of this weeks' session, Dot. I'll see you in two weeks?"

"Yeah, sure, two weeks." She sighed again but seemed satisfied as she stood and left, Emile waving her out.

His phone started ringing and he didn't need to check the caller ID as he picked up. "Remy, boo, what's up?"

"Babe, it's Roman's' birthday today..."

"I'm aware."

There was a moment of silence on the other line and Emile sighed. "Did you buy a present?"

Another pause of silence. "I've been busy, okay?"

"Remy, I know you're bad at remembering, but I bought you a calendar last month-"

"Emile, I know I've messed up, I shouldn't have put it off, but can you just help me?" Emile didn't answer, biting his lip. Remy audibly swallowed. "Please?"

The therapist sighed. "Okay, boo, I'll help you. I'm coming back to the apartment, I'll help you then."

"Thank you, Emmy, I swear, you're an angel!"

Emile giggled. "Oh, I know!"

~('^')~

If you hadn't caught on yet, Sanders Stacks is a surprisingly expensive set of apartments. The owner, Thomas, lived in a penthouse on the top floor and all his tenants were either mooching off their parents or wanted a nice place to live but didn't care for a house while having enough money to pay for one.

Remy was not at all rich, nor did he have parents to mooch off. He already spent 60% of his yearly salary on the 50% he paid to live there. Not like he'd ever tell Emile. He had dreamed the same dream that everyone else had when he lived in the outskirts of the city, since fifteen, that he'd stay in Sanders Stacks and now he finally was. Nobody was going to take this away from him.

The coffee-addict opened the car door from the passenger side, as Emile didn't allow him to drive his car because he wouldn't take off his sunglasses. He hopped out, smiling gratefully at his boyfriend. "Thanks, Emmy. I know you don't like it when I do this."

"It isn't your fault, Rem," Emile kissed his cheek fondly with a sigh. "You have a bad memory and you procrastinate a lot."

Reny laughed, wrapping his arm around Emile as they walked inside the large mall. "So, what did you get Roman?"

"There was this makeup brand that apparently won't come off when you cry or get water thrown on you and you have to wipe it off before it comes away. It's good for clubbing apparently," Emile said, "I asked the emo boy who lived opposite them, he often goes clubbing and I caught him when he was leaving for work the same time I was."

"He doesn't look like the type who goes clubbing," Commented Remy.

Emile nodded, the automatic doors of the mall sliding open for them. "That's what I thought but he said that he doesn't really need to work so he has a lot of spare time. Virgil, that's his name."

Remy bit his lip thoughtfully. "I swear, I know him from somewhere..."

His boyfriend raised an eyebrow. "I'm not surprised. He's Virgil Blacksky, for Stitch's' sake, Remy."

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as Remy spun to face Emile. "No way, he's Virgil Blacksky?"

"Yep. The twenty-two-year-old who became the richest billionaire in the span of a few months," Emile shook his head. "It's so unfortunate, how it all happened, but he's incredibly lucky-"

"I'll say!" Remy exclaimed. "His grandparents were millionaires and they leave all their money to their only children, who got married, ran a multi-billion-dollar company and had a kid. The grandparents die and soon after, the parents do too, leaving all their money to the kid who didn't have to work for it!"

"Remy, that's mean," Emile lectured sternly. "He lost his parents at a young age and then people wanted his money, imagine the stress he went through."

Remy sighed, shaking his head. "I can't believe it. Virgil Blacksky, the richest bitch, and he's living on the floor above me, with two dudes."

Emile shrugged. "Life be like that."

The couple walked along in silence for a bit, making small comments about the scenes around them, now that the conversation had ground to a halt. Virgil Blacksky. At the age of fourteen, he was all over the news and the papers, his face was almost everywhere. I mean, when the richest couple in the whole of America, and possibly the world, die and everything goes to their fourteen-year-old son, what else is there really to talk about? People called him out for suspected murder even if his parents had died in a car crash when a deer ran in front of their car and they swerved into a ditch in hopes to avoid it, and police had said many times that the brakes hadn't been meddled with and it was all a terrible accident. During that time, Virgil had had to be taken out of his private school because of people demanding his money and teachers suddenly asking if he could help them out financially. He was raised in an orphanage, turned down all foster parents and ran away once he turned eighteen, finally claiming his inheritance. And then, he just vanished. Yes, Virgil Blacksky was famous and loaded like shit. So, how did Janus and Remus know him?

Remy jolted from hypothesising silly ideas when he saw a bookstore. "Wait, Emile, here. I wanna get him a book series."

"You're getting Roman a book series? You're touching a book?" Emile gasped.

"Haha, very funny. But, seriously," Remy smirked, rolling his eyes, "It's for that show of his."

Emile nodded. "Ah, makes sense. For a moment, I wondered when the hell my boyfriend had been replaced."

"Hey, I read!" Remy's' boyfriend raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, so I read sometimes."

"Boo, please, the only thing you read is the Starbucks menu."

Remy gasped, offended.