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TW:// Mentions Of Verbal Abuse and hints towards Slurs

STORYTIME!

Emile ran away as soon as possible, locking himself in his dorm room he shared with three other boys at this school. This all boys Catholic Church school that his mom sent him to to try and make him "not bisexual". Yeah that's not going to happen after what just went down. Emile covered his lips and sunk, back agaisnt the door. His knees bent and were stuck up right in front of his chest. He had pudgy legs and a pudgy body. Remy always said he found it kind of cute. 

Oh dear he really shouldn't be thinking of Remy's right now! But how could he not!? He could still feel the phantom kiss on his lips, screaming at him to go back and get some closure or even a little bit more. What was he thinking!? Emile took his hands off his mouth and stared at them before realizing that one of his roommates was in the room with him. His entire face flushed red, realizing that he must have seen him slam the door shut. Roman stopped reading whatever fantasy book he was reading and sit up on his bed.

"Emile? Is everything okay?"

Emile started crying, shaking his head. He was a sixteen year old boy! He shouldn't be crying anymore. Big boys don't cry, at least that's what Mom always said to him. Roman noticed this and stood up, throwing himself off the bed and rushing to his friend's side. Emile knows that Roman was going to hate him or something if he told him about this, but he really needed to say something. He felt like he was going to explode right then and there. Everything was just swellings up inside him and emotionally overstimulating him. Key word: emotionally. Don't think like that you heathens.

"No... it's not okay."

"Then talk to me."

Before Emile could open his mouth to say anything, a very quiet knock came from the other side of the door. Emile's phone started buzzing too. Roman took it from him, worst case scenario running through his mind and ready to protecc Emile from the cyber bullies, when he saw a text from a cool guy named Remy. Emile snatched the phone, but Roman had already read it. He looked at Emile, just taking everything in. Emile bowed his head and cried. He kissed a boy. He kissed a boy and he liked it. He was going to hell. 

"Emile... are you really upset about something like that? Wow you're sooooo lucky. Remy is pretty cute too. Up top!"

Roman grinned like nothing was wrong, holding his hand up ready for a high five. Emile was confused and shaking, salty tears staining his face. Roman just laughed and grabbed his wrist, high fiving himself with his hand so he doesn't get left hanging. Emile laughed slightly st how awkward that entire extange was. There was a knock at the dormroom door, Emile stiffening his posture and his blood shooting cold. Sure, it could be Logan or Patton, but he already knew who it was. The voice from the other side confirming his suspicions.

"Babes? Uh, sorry. Emile? I didn't mean to scare ya. I know I went too far but could we maybe sorta talk this through? I get it if you don't I'll just ask Pat or Logan to talk to ya but please... please just talk to me."

Emile hid his face in his knees, Roman literally having to push him out of the way of the door. Well, that didn't work because he just flopped onto the floor in that feeble position thing. So Roman picked him up bridal style and brought him over to his own bed. Roman's bed was the closest one to the door after all. Roman answered the door and saw Virgil standing behind Remy, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall along with Patton. Remy pushed through the door, trading places with Roman in the room. Remy needed to talk to Emile after what happened.

Emile was shaking, crying on the bed. Remy felt overly guilty and depressed. He really should have thought before he did anything. He should really ask and make sure that the other person is also into it. He should have never kissed Emile. He should have asked if he was interested and been more considerate towards his feelings. He sat on the side of the bed, weakly smiling trying to make the pain go away. But how can he make the pain go away when he made the boy he loves more than anything suffer?

"Hey babes. I'm sorry for, uh, kissing you. I really should have asked and I know you totes hate me now. But can we still at least be friends? I never wanted to ruin anything between us."

"Remy I don't... I don't hate you, I'm scared."

The sniffles between his words were heartbreaking. Remy watched with eyes mirroring dinner plates as he sat up with puffy red eyes and literally no balance. He rubbed his eyes with the long sleeves of the uniform they all had to wear. His glasses were askew and his hair was really messy. Remy felt his cheeks flush and his heart skip a beat. Emile sniffled and took a minute to search for the words he really needed to say. His hand reached forward slightly, searching for Remy's. At least that's what's he hoped. Remy slid his hand in Emile's for emotional support. He smiled faintly as he began to explain.

"Momma says that I shouldn't like boys. She sent me here because she says I'm lying to myself about being a bisexual. She called me a... she called me an f word. She also called me a fairy and things and... I'm scared. Remy, I do like you. I really, really like you but I'm scared. I'm scared I'm going to be hit again."

Remy squeezed his hand, completely taken aback by everything that he just said. Oh no. Hell no. He woudlnt let this sort of abuse stand. Not on his watch. He took his free hand and brushed loose hair out of his gorgeous face. He didn't need makeup. He didn't need to fake a smile. No matter what he did he was beautiful. Amen. Remy didn't make th same mistake twice. This was exactly how he kissed him the first time. He'd be a liar if he said he was fighting the new urge to kiss him right there and shut him up from these horrible words he was saying.

"Then your mom needs to suck it up, buttercup. She's so wrong on so many levels. I'm pretty sure you already got this, but I accept you and love you no matter what. Straigh, Gay, Bi, Trans, Whatever Else you could be... I'll love you. Even if it ain't romantic, I'll still love you babes."

"...Can you kiss me again? Please?"

"Of course, Sugar. Come here."

Emile took off his glasses before closing his eyes, waiting. Remy chuckled, glancing as the three boys peered through the crack in the doorway, watching with stars in their eyes. Patton and Roman definately were going to be talking about this like it was some sort of Disney movie, weren't they? Oh? Logan, Dee, and Remus were there too. That's nice. It's grewt to have supportive friends, even in this catholic boarding school. Emile didn't notice, he had his eyes closed. Remy smiled before closing the gap between them, a kiss that is most welcome this time around.

Emile hated the butterflies in his stomach and how comforting having Remy right here, so close to him and kissing him was. He hated it but he loved it. It made him feel nice. He felt like he was in the right place. Emile let his eyes flutter open when contact was slowly being pried away from him. Remy was easy to see because he was so close, but everything that was not his nose and eyes was blurry. Emile had really bad vision. He could see stuff right in front of him, but everything else just doesn't get seen. 

"How was that, precious? Was that what you wanted?"

Remy asked, concern being the least dense of the various tones swirlijg together in his voice. He almost sounded drowsily drunk yet he sounded loving. That caring voice just lured Emile to lean his torso forward, craving more contact. Remy placed his hand under his chin, holding his head up so he doesn't fall over. Emile felt very emotionally drained after that entire rollercoaster of both deep scarring depression and lighthearted schoolboy love. He was practically purring. 

"Yes."

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Sorry about that being super angsty and sad. Y'all don't deserve that.

But yeah, your identity is valid. I don't care how many oneshots and lessons I have to write for you to learn that. Your sexuality, romanticism, gender, everything about you is valid. Amen.

Internet hugs and blow kisses!

~Eva