Logan sits awkwardly with a sleeping Remy on his shoulder. Remy somehow managed to get him to dance. It took a bit of time and alcohol, but it was...fun.

Logan's never felt so free, before. Like he was a zoo animal, released into the wild(very unsure of what he was supposed to do, but eventually got use to it). But, now, down from the high, he feels guilty.

Underage drinking is illegal, the outfit Remy put him in didn't feel right, it was loud and so physical. So, Logan is a big introvert- and it's not just because he was use to a controlled life. That being said, it also feels nice to have learned that about himself. There's been plenty of times where he wasn't sure if he was real or just who he grew up being.

He'll get Remy a thank you coffee later. For now, he's gotta figure out what to do with the caffeine queen. Having never been partying or drinking alcohol, before; an address wasn't something he'd thought to obtain.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the only number he has.

"Slut!"

Logan blinked, "What?"

"I'm saying it instead of 'sup! Do you like it?"

"Not at all."

Logan swears he could hear Remus' pout through the phone.

"So, what do you want?"

"Remy's drunk and I don't know what to do."

"Is he like- loopy drunk, or passed out drunk?"

"Passed out."

"Send him to Emile's, he's better with taking care of people."

"What's his address?"

"What do I get out of telling you~?"

Logan blinked, "I beg your pardon?"

"Pardon granted. What do I get in exchange for the information?"

"I- why do you- ?"

Logan heard the used cackle, "You're funny, Lo and beHoed. You gotta help me study for ethics tomorrow."

"With... ethics? Why not Patton or Emile?"

"Don't question me, LoCo."

Logan eyes the sleeping man and sighed in defeat, "Fine."

"Great! Emmy's place is =׶{=°°¥¥€^∆¶∆"

"Thank you, Remus."

"No problem!" He cheered, then the line went dead.

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"Remus!" Rachel Prince called.

Remus flinched. That's new. He turned around with an eerie smile.

"Yessss?"

"Who was that? On the phone."

Remus felt giddy at the memory, "Logan Berry."

Rachel glared, "Just 'Logan' is suffice, Remus. You have an interview this weekend. Your script is on your bed."

"Script? For an interview?"

"Well, we certainly can't trust you to say anything normal on your own," She said, then walked away.

Remus went and found Roman in his room.

"A scripted interview?" He asked as he sat 'on Roman's desk.

Roman was reading something on his bed. He's been grounded to his room for the weekends. Something about his social schedule being thrown off. Remus doesn't get it.

"Those aren't uncommon."

"That's messed up," Remus flipped through the script, "This all is!"

Roman just sighed, "Get use to it."

"No! 'There's definitely a connection between homosexuality and mental health, definitely a dangerous gene to have. I was gay myself, but my caring parents fixed me'? No fucking way!"

Roman set his book down, "You don't have much choice."

"Yes, I do. I'm not doing this."

"You'll get in trouble."

"Yeah? And what're they gonna do?" Remus didn't wanna seem dismissive, but he was pissed.

Roman stared at him with a hint of exasperation. He shrugged after some internal conflict. Remus deserves to know the routine if he's a part of this life, now. So he slipped his zip up hoodie off. Then his long white shirt and turned around.

Remus stood up, knocking off a few pencils as he took in the red and white lash marks. He felt rage churn his stomach 'till he felt nauseous.

"Ro, what the fuck?"

Roman opened his mouth to answer, he looked so casual, it stung. But the words never got a chance to leave his mouth.

The door slammed open and someone flung Roman against the wall. Remus was frozen as he processed what just happened.

"YOU USELESS, FUCKING MISTAKE!" Charles shouted, "WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU CAN'T EVEN KEEP THE FAMILY'S INTEREST? YOU CAN'T EVEN BE A FUCK TOY RIGHT?"

Roman just stared in pain and confusion as his father slammed his head back against the wall.

"Vanessa's family called. Wanna know what they said?"

Roman's blood ran cold and his skin felt clammy.

"They're calling off the relationship. You're so fucking unlovable you can't even keep an arranged relationship for political gain. How does it feel to be so pathetic?"

The man pulled Roman out and threw him in the, barley big enough, towel closet. He turned to Remus.

"Let him out, I dare you."

Remus felt frozen to the spot.

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Patton placed cookies out into the display case. It's late and he's setting up for the next day.

"Patton!" He heard his mother call as she came over to him, excited about something.

"Yes?"

"He woke up!"

Patton froze and dropped the tray with the two cookies left. His eyes watered and his heart raced. Yes, yes! Finally!

They raced out to the car, closing up shop, as fast as they could.

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Next Day

He walked into the school, smile on his face at the new environment. He felt his friend pull on his sleeve and smiled, stars in his eyes.

"I love new schools. New friends," He glowed.

They rolled their eyes, "I know, you idiot. But we gotta wait for the other two to get here."

"I knowwww!"

Eventually, they got here and a person they never met greeted them.

"Hello, you must be the new students. I'll be showing you around, c'mon."

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