Okaaaay this has gotten out of hand –but it was so much fun! I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Still unbeta-ed so all mistakes are mine.

Leena: I didn't actually had anything planned for a café scene, but since you mentioned it in your review, I added it ^^" (hence why this chapter it a tidbit longer than anticipated) And thank you for it!

Jo: I try my best :) glad you like it !

In this with you

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In spite of Markos' warning they wouldn't be arriving before past seven, Patterson had arrived early, as usual, if only to make sure their favorite table would be free. Her fears were put at rest when Hobbs –the owner of the café –winked at her arrival. Of course the man would suspect Remi's jolly troop would show up after practice; he was a friend of the twins' mother, he knew the date and his place was the place for all events. She settled then, pulled out her small laptop and started typing her latest essay.

Barely ten minutes later, the dark shade of a silhouette appeared on her screen. She turned around, thinking they had arrived early when-

"Evening Patterson."

-her jaw dropped. Right behind her, dressed in his casual shirt and pair of black pants, stood none other than Oliver Kind.

"Holy cow," she blurted before her brain could think of censuring her words. "I mean shit- Ollie; what on earth are you doing here?"

"I convinced my father I had some business in the area," he leaned forward and whispered, grinning mischievously. "I may have omitted it didn't concern studies."

This situation has 'Markos' written all over. It had to be. Only that guy would somehow manage to bring Oliver from across the ocean for the twins' birthday. Patterson jumped from her chair and gave the other teen a big, warm hug.

"It's so, so nice to see you," she said genuinely. "Does Remi know you're here? She is so going to freak!"

"That's the idea," he replied, beaming widely. "And no, I'm the 'surprise'."

"A hell of a surprise if you ask me," Patterson added. "Hell, I am surprised. I can't imagine…" she paused. "And Roman?"

Oliver's smile dimmed slightly but remained firm.

"We have an understanding," he replied diplomatically. "But I can't wait to see him too. I just hope the feeling will be reciprocated."

From the corner of the eye, Patterson spotted the twins' and Cade's car entering the parking lot. Sure enough, Danny had pulled out his phone and was not-too-discreetly thumbing the screen. Markos and Cade were exchanging a knowing stare and Nas remained unperturbed. Even at a distance, Patterson could tell Kat and Ana were on it too. Come to think of it, Ana must have made Oliver's plane reservation –she had a knack for sniffing good deals. The twins were the only one left in the dark.

"Well, we'll know soon enough," she mumbled.

'Freak out' was an euphemism to describe Remi's reaction. The moment she saw him upon entering the café, she literally froze, and stared. And stared. And stared again, for a full minute. It wasn't until Oliver waved a little 'hi' that she started moving. And boy, Patterson was so glad Danny had recorded that ridiculous, gigantic leap Remi made to reach the Australian. She literally slammed into him and embracing him with a huge, tight hug. In return, Oliver was grinning like a madman, spinning her around like a long lost boyfriend.

In comparison, Roman's resigned grimace was priceless.

"Glad you could join us, Pat," Markos said, quickly hugging Patterson in greeting. Ana was quick to follow him. Being fifteen like Patterson but not in the same classes, the two juniors tended to stick together.

"What do you think of the surprise?" she asked, preening at the result.

"Oh Remi likes it alright," the blonde replied, watching the happy reunion with amusement. "But don't you think you could have managed Roman a little? He looks sulky," she pointed out. The trio turned around. The younger twin did look like he might brood for the rest of the evening. Markos shrugged in disregard.

"He claimed Oliver and he made peace before returning to Sydney, so the blame is on him if he has a problem with his presence."

"You know Roman is extremely possessive where Remi is concerned," Patterson chided. She returned to her previous seat while Markos took his position on her right, Ana right across them. The others settled in a happy bubbly chatter.

"He might deny it till his dying breath, but he actually likes good old Ollie," Ana went on. "I've never met anyone who could hate him anyway."

Patterson had to admit she was right. Oliver was the sweetest guy ever, which made his deep friendship with Remi even weirder. Then again, Remi had befriended her, too. Perhaps she was the weird one?

"We are so crashing Rich's private party next Friday!" Remi claimed excitedly, cutting Patterson's thoughts. "Anyone in?"

"Who wouldn't want to go to his stealth marketing night?" Nas replied, annoyed and amused at the same time. She didn't seem against the idea though, much to Patterson's amusement again. Roman didn't show the same enthusiasm but one glance at Kat's interested face seemed to make up his mind. Cade, Markos and Danny were always willing to tag along. And Ana always jumped at the opportunity to sneak out with them.

"I can ask for some pins," Patterson offered. "I'm seeing Boston tomorrow."

"Are you two still in competition?" Oliver suddenly asked. It surprised Patterson he would remember that little detail. Another thing that made the guy so lovable.

"I'm leading by two victories," she replied smugly.

"Our Pat is the best," Remi smirked, and Patterson felt her cheeks flaming at the compliment. "I'll text Rich later; he'll give the pins to Boston." She paused, thinking over something. "Would Weller go to one of those?"

"Why would you invite Weller to one of Rich Dotcom's parties?" Roman asked, frowning. He had taken the right seat next to his sister, strategically placed to keep an eye on Oliver and the rest of the room in general. Patterson mouthed 'possessive' to Markos, which made him smirk.

"He gave Kat a hand earlier today," Remi replied offhandedly. Roman shot a glance at Kat, who shrugged in return. "And he's nice, I think."

"You'll have to give one to Tasha and Edgar too," Patterson pointed out. "He won't go alone there."

The whole table fell silent and Patterson wondered whether she should have shut her mouth. No-one begrudged her for being friendly with the two, which she was truly grateful about, but she knew they were a sensitive subject. After a short beat, Remi shrugged.

"Whatever. As long as they stay out of my sight." Then, she turned towards Oliver and demanded he tell her everything that occurred since their last email. Patterson sighed in relief at dodging that bullet. Markos gave her a tight smile. Ana began a conversation on the newest computer game on the market and soon, the tension was forgotten.

ITWY

Kurt's stomach felt sore the next morning. His mother and sister had been too busy bickering to realize he had returned with a bruise on his jaw. For once, he had been grateful; he really didn't need them to worry or get angry because he couldn't keep his fists to himself. He did describe the whole thing to Allie, whose only answer had been to text him a directive: 'Ask that chick out; I like her already'.

"You look like shit man," Edgar greeted, interrupting his string of thoughts.

"Yeah well," he started and winced, feeling the sore spot of the bruise on his jaw. "I crossed paths with a guy named Weitz after classes yesterday."

The other teen looked concerned. Apparently Weitz had a reputation.

"Did he corner you when you were alone?"

"He was picking on some girl; I tried to step in but…" he winced slightly at the memory of being overpowered. "I've got help before things got too bad," Edgar raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Remi Briggs shooed them away."

"Briggs," he muttered in distaste. "Why am I not surprised?"

Kurt observed his new friend attentively. While he had picked up his coolness towards Remi the previous day, he hadn't realized the guy really disliked her.

"What's the deal with Briggs?" he wondered.

Edgar shrugged uncomfortably.

"She freaks me out a bit. She and her brother freak out half the school, to be honest. Teachers included."

Kurt vaguely remembered the math's teacher relieved expression on his first day.

"Why is that?" he wondered.

Edgar pinched his lower lip, considering what he should –or shouldn't do, or say.

"When they first arrived here, they'd pick up fights with everyone. The former bully you didn't want to mess with was some guy named Jake Keaton. He caused her trouble once and the twins went after him. He hasn't left the hospital yet. Weitz' still acting around because Carter the Spanish teacher has an in with the dean, but he stays clear of her. They are dangerous, Kurt. Do you know they became best buddies with the Lipinski brothers after a fistfight? Markos knocked a tooth out of her mouth for god's sake! And she fractured his collarbone. Now they have each other's back like nobody."

Kurt nearly smiled; he and Allie had bounded over literature, but most of the friendships he had built the past two years had started into the merciless recess, when others had started calling him and his sister 'the murderer's kids'. Angry kids tended to stick together. And really, if Keaton had been after her, retaliation was natural, especially for someone as headstrong as he suspected Remi to be.

"So what? I haven't seen them cause much trouble yet."

Edgar sighed heavily.

"They've cooled their game lately, but that's not the last of it." He paused and added nervously: "Rumors are that they killed before. Her group of friends is made of wackos and she must have helped you out because there was a chance for her to hit something. They're bad news Kurt, you should stay away from them."

Kurt frowned unhappily.

"I'll be the judge of that," he retorted icily. He didn't understand why Edgar of all people would judge her –his best friend was a paria for having a brother in jail. And they were rumors. He wasn't sure about Keaton the bully but the killing thing? True, Remi had a kind of aura and stance that screamed aggressive, but that didn't mean she had blood on her hands. She had ensured he returned home afterwards; not many adults in his previous school had actually cared whether he made it or not after a nasty fight.

His friend suddenly flinched and stiffened. Kurt turned around and caught the Briggs twins staring at them. Roman's expression wore the usual impassive blankness but his sister's was blazing fire. She took a few steps in their direction, completely ignoring Kurt. Edgar flinched when she stopped inside his comfort zone. Kurt didn't try to interfere; he liked Edgar enough, but even he should take responsibility for his opinion. Although if Remi did turn violent, he promised himself he would step in.

"You call my friends 'wackos' in my face again, I will make your life hell, Reade." Remi spit angrily. "Got it?"

Edgar nodded meekly, not daring to meet her eyes. She turned around and departed, fuming. Her brother shot them a cold glare and took off after her.

"Thanks for the support man," Edgar said reproachfully at Kurt. He shrugged.

"I never said I agreed with you. And honestly? You were asking for it," he pointed out. "I wouldn't have let her hit you though."

"Gee thanks," Edgar muttered, not quite convinced, but followed to their next class without a word.

ITWY

"Good morning Tasha. How are you today?"

Tasha didn't mind Robert Borden much. He was a calm, easygoing kind of man always wearing that neutral smile. Unlike other psychiatrists she had met before, this one had some serious field work behind him. He had been part of Doctors Without Borders a few years back and had brought souvenirs in his consulting room to prove it. Atypical African art, Muslim items and decorations, photos of him, his fiancée and the people they have met. The man himself was sitting on a brown couch, his trusted pad and pen in his hands. Tasha abandoned her contemplation of the walls and focused on him. She knew by experience he would wait for her to open their session and she didn't deal with silence very well.

"I feel stuck underwater, like I can't breathe," she blurted, and left it there. Doctor Borden nodded encouragingly, his pen immobile. She gathered her thoughts and went on calmly: "I woke up this morning and mother was there. And I wanted to ask her, 'the hell you're doing here?' I hadn't seen her in…weeks. Maybe months. She didn't even know Josh had been transferred." Her eyes lingered on a wooden sculpture on his desk. "I wanted to hit her when she asked."

"You miss your brother," Borden cut short. Tasha grimaced.

"Is it wrong of me? I know he did terrible things but…"

"He is still your family and you love him," the man agreed with sympathy. "It's not wrong, it's normal to feel this way." No answer. "Do the others still bother you?"

"No," Tasha replied honestly. If anything, the bullying phase had mostly occurred outside of school. Given teenager mentality, the little number of students picking on her had surprised her. And it hadn't lasted over a week. In comparison, Patterson had had a lifetime suffering of snarky remarks because of her smartness and young age until she started frequenting Remi. The only advantage of being that girl's friend was that no-one dared to touch you in fear of retaliation.

"But aside from Mister Reade and Miss Patterson, you don't have many friends."

"I'm fine that way," she replied immediately, even though it was a half-lie. Now that she knew where her true friends stood, she was reluctant to renew bounds with others. On the other hand, she kinda missed being surrounded by a crowd…and of course, Borden, being the creepy mind-reader he was, jumped on her thought.

"Why don't you join a club?" he suggested. "We discussed hobbies before. They could help you integrate yourself better." Tasha wanted to point out that integration with 'sister of a murderer' painted in her back was an impossible feast. Borden changed tactics: "I believe you get along rather well with Mister Weller."

"He hangs around Edgar because he's new," she retorted; and it was partially true.

"Did you tell him about your current situation?"

That was putting it mildly; she had blurted it at lunch of all places in a fit of annoyance.

"He knows Josh is serving time," she replied instead.

"And how did he react?"

'He didn't react' was what Tasha wanted to say at first. But afterthought, she believed he had a brief hesitation before claiming her situation didn't bother him. Had he brushed aside any prejudice and decided to give her a chance? Or did he truly didn't care?

"I don't know. We didn't bring the subject up again."

More accurately, she had desperately been hiding from him. Edgar enjoyed his company and Tasha didn't want to take away another friend from him. Staying away from Kurt had sounded like a good way to prevent that situation from happening.

"He hasn't rejected you," Borden continued with his thoughts. "I believe you could find other peers who will set aside their judgment and try to get to know you. You need to make the first move, and I am persuaded they won't disappoint you." That guy had far too much faith in human nature, Tasha thought sarcastically. "Hence why I suggest you joining a club. I think a sport would be good."

Tasha frowned.

"I'm not sure I'm good at any kind of sports."

Borden had a small, amused smile.

"And yet, I believe I know exactly what would fit you."

ITWY

"So you're trying boxing tomorrow?" Edgar asked in disbelief.

They were back around the table during a free hour, all three having no class at that time. Kurt was glad to see that Tasha had readily responded to Edgar's invitation to join them. He didn't want her to think she made him uncomfortable because of her situation.

"He said it would be good practice," Tasha replied with a shrug. "And who knows, it might be a good id-"

She was interrupted by the enthusiastic arrival of Patterson.

"Guys, guys, guys, you will never guess what!"

The three stared the blonde.

"What?" Tasha asked when it became clear the she was demanding a reaction. Patterson pulled out pins from her pocket and laid them on the table. Edgar and Tasha's reaction was immediate. They grabbed the round-shaped piece of metal and admired them like a lost treasure.

"What's that?" Kurt wondered out loud as he picked his own and checked it. It was a very simple basic pins, black with a tribal engraving at the surface.

"That, my good friend," Patterson said, preening, "is a free pass to Rich Dotcom's mansion for the Friday Night Party."

"How on earth did you get your hands on those? Four of them," Tasha demanded, eyes bright like Christmas had come early.

"Well, Crab Boston, Rich's boyfriend, is rumored to be unbeatable at board games. Rich was tired of losing against him, so when Remi hinted that I was an expert, he spit out a few pins with the promise I would crush Boston."

Kurt's attention perked involuntarily when the girl's name was mentioned. He hadn't seen her or any of her friends around after this morning's altercation with Edgar; and he had kind of wanted to thank her again for her help the previous day.

"So you were invited for a board game?" Edgar muttered in disbelief.

"Yups," Patterson confirmed.

"One moment, Briggs gave you the pins?" Tasha interrupted. She put the pins back on the table. "Sorry, I'm not going."

Edgar did not share her reluctance.

"I wonder if they'll light fireworks. The last guy who was invited bragged Rich had hired a DJ for the night. C'mon Tasha, it'll be fun."

"I don't want anything from Briggs," she protested hotly.

"Briggs didn't give us the pins, Patterson did," Edgar countered. He pocketed his pins and smiled at Kurt. "I hope you'll go too. They say Rich Dotcom's parties are the best."

"And who exactly is Rich Dotcom?" Kurt asked, annoyed.

"Rich Dotcom is a guy who made a fortune in well-placed investments years ago. Once he had earned enough to support himself and half a dozen generations down, he dropped out of college and became the reference for party goers," Patterson explained. "His real name is Gord Enver, though no one calls him that anymore. Being invited is for formal people a social coup."

"Right," Kurt grunted. "So Remi is a friend of his?"

Patterson shrugged.

"I think it's more complicated than that. I don't know how their relationship started but at some point it involves Rich hitting on Remi or Roman –or maybe both –a bloody nose and a black cat. I was drunk when Remi told the story, so I don't remember the details."

"I've never seen you drunk." Edgar suddenly said. "I didn't think you even liked alcohol."

"I tried once. Apparently, I'm a depressive drunk," Patterson replied casually. "And the morning-after hangover was not worth it. So, will you come?"

"Hell yeah," he agreed readily.

"Fine," Tasha grumbled, picking up her pins again. Kurt bit back a smirk: Rich Dotcom's parties must be great for her to conveniently forget who got them the free pass to begin with.

"What about you Kurt?"

He watched the pins glinting in the sunlight. He'd have to ask his mother, but he was pretty sure she wouldn't refuse him an outing with his brand new friends.

"Yeah sure, I'll go."

And maybe he'd get to come across Remi again.

ITWY

The party turned out to be more or less what Kurt had expected. The huge modern house had impressed him at first, as did the flock of guards literally shoving aside those who hadn't been invited. The inside was a huge nightclub with dancing platforms, a bar, tables and waiters. None less than forty kids were moving on the restless beat of the music. Edgar and Tasha disappeared almost immediately into the dancing crowd, abandoning Kurt to Patterson.

Kurt felt a little left aside but grabbed a first beer lying on a platter to drown his sorrows. No-one asked his age, no-one controlled his drinking. Now he understood why those parties were popular. Patterson, unsurprisingly, declined alcohol and settled for some juice. Then, she proceeded to show him around. A corridor led him to another room filled this time with gamers. Huge screens and computers and headphones were set side by side, nerds grouped around game consoles and played dozen various types of games, very few Kurt recognized.

"This house is just a huge cover for stealth marketing," Patterson explained once they reached a calmer part of the mansion. "You can play games that haven't been released in the market for free. Depending on how many people play, producers might or not launch the thing."

"Really?" Kurt asked, surprised.

Patterson nodded enthusiastically.

"Sure. Tonight's board game is a classic, but the new stuff is over there if you want to try it," she added, pointing at a bright blue door. "If you came for the music, better stay here," she waved back towards the main room.

"You know the place really well," he remarked. "This isn't your first time here."

Patterson shrugged.

"I'm good at evaluating the worth of a new board game. I actually have a special pass," she added with a small smile. "I did get an in after Remi spoke to Rich, but that was months ago. I didn't tell the others because…well, they wouldn't understand. Tasha's a great girl but Remi is really something else. I wish I knew what happened between them. Remi told the guys but won't tell me," she added sadly. "I don't know if it's because I don't really belong or if they don't think me trustworthy."

Kurt wanted to protest, tell her that so far, he thought she was a very kind person who deserved a lot more than just hanging around with few people. But before he could talk, a lanky young man suddenly appeared from a side door and nearly aggressively grabbed Patterson's shoulder.

"You," he said grumpily, "I challenge you to a duel."

Much to Kurt' surprise, the blonde merely narrowed her eyes and hissed:

"You're on, Boston."

"The boardroom. Now," 'Boston' added.

"Lead the way. Wanna come Kurt?"

"Nah," he declined, board games weren't his strongest point, and he wanted to investigate if Remi was actually amongst the crowd. Not to mention, he had a feeling he wasn't ready to see a competitive Patterson in her element yet. "Maybe later."

"Third red door on your left if you ever change your mind," Patterson instructed while being mercilessly dragged away by the just like that, he was left alone again.

He sighed and decided to hang around the bar and sat next to a girl typing furiously on her keyboard with huge headphones over her ears. From the letters on her screen, she wasn't playing your typical game –if she was playing a game at all. Kurt decided he didn't want to know. A new waiter brought him another drink –some weird cocktail with oranges and pineapples and rum–and he sipped there for a while. He didn't know many people and since he wasn't sure how to strike a conversation, he would wait to get used to the atmosphere and try to find Edgar and Tasha in the crowd…

"So, are you enjoying yourself?"

Kurt nearly dropped his glass, startled by the new voice addressing to him. When he turned around, he ended face-to-face with Remi. She had tied her hair back in a high ponytail and was dressed with an elegant white sleeveless top and a tight black pair of jeans. Her black high-heels made her legs look longer. She was smiling. His heart skipped a beat and he felt his cheeks turn red.

"Uh-hi," he babbled. "And –eh- yeah, it's fine. Thank you for the invitations."

Her smile reduced him to basic speech and punched him in the guts. Perhaps he shouldn't have taken that beer.

"Good. Kat is hanging out somewhere in there," she waved towards the crowd of dancing teenagers. "She'll probably stop by and thank you later. It was brave of you to intervene the way you did," she added more seriously. "Not many dare go up against Weitz."

If possible, Kurt thought his whole face had flushed red.

"It's nothing," he mumbled, trying to stay humble. If Allie saw him, the boaster, fumbling with words, he'd never live this down. "I just…I don't like bullies, and I have a sister. I'd hate to see her in this position and no-one interfered."

Remi nodded gravely. He became fascinated by the movement of her hair, brushing her bare shoulders. Taylor always let her hair down to hide her face and the rare times she had tied them, she'd let them swing as gracefully as Remi's. Damn, now was not the time to remember…

"I understand," the other girl said, interrupting his thoughts. "Well, thank you again. I'll let you enjoy the rest of the evening."

Suddenly, he didn't want to see her go; so he blurted the first thing that came to his mind.

"Do you want to dance?"

The music suddenly shifted into a slow song. Couples started forming on the floor and waltz clumsily or in good fun. Remi raised an eyebrow.

"You planned this?" she asked, deadpan, though he could swear she was laughing at him in the inside.

"Maybe later then," he muttered. He was suddenly grateful of the semi darkness of the room; his cheeks were probably burning in mortification by now. This time she did laugh and patted his forearm in mock comfort.

"Maybe later," she agreed, still grinning. She suddenly moved past him and pocked the girl sitting behind her computer. Said girl turned around and, once she saw Remi –who pointed at her wrist to her watch –she immediately turned her laptop down and darted away in a hurry. Then, Remi returned her attention on Kurt and smiled one last time. "I'll see you around."

ITWY

If looks could burn, Kurt Weller would be a pile of ashes, Nas thought with amusement. Remi had left to warn Ana that the hacking competition she had specially came for was about to start in the other room, but had been caught up with someone else. Nas watched as Roman literally glowered at the new guy chatting with Remi. From the snort coming from Markos' side, he thought the scene hilarious too.

"Chill man, he's not asking her out yet," Cade said, hiding his smirk behind his beer.

"Not yet and not ever," was Roman's deadly cold answer. Nas, Marcos and Cade snickered.

"I don't know whether I should find this cute or mortifying," Oliver remarked. "Is Remi even allowed to flirt without permission?"

"No," Roman growled protectively. This time, even Oliver had to hide his smile. The subject of their conversation waved her potential future suitor away before returning to them.

"What did I miss?" she asked. When Roman grumbled 'nothing' under his breath, the whole group broke into fits of laughers. Remi rolled her eyes and took her seat besides her brother. "I asked Ana to hack his profile from the school's files. He's from Clearfield, Pennsylvania," she announced. "Has a sister, parents divorced, they stayed with mom. My take: the father did some nasty stuff and that's why they moved so far away."

"And let me introduce you Kurt Weller, Remi Briggs's new chew toy." Nas proclaimed with a mocking bow. "Not every newcomer is here to trigger your curiosity."

Remi shrugged indifferently.

"There's something off about him. He's angry, but he's hiding it well. And yeah, I'm talking about the dark kind of anger." The stereo blasted 'Pretty Little Psycho' in the afar. Remi peeked up. "Oh I love that one. Ollie?" Oliver obligingly put down his glass and followed her on the dance floor. Roman resumed his glaring as they melted into the crowd. Nas took pity on him.

"Why don't we join them?" she suggested and glanced at Cade. The teenager looked back, smirked, and bowed to offer his arm. She took it and allowed him to guide her downstairs. Roman flushed when Markos imitated his foster brother and extended the same arm to him. Nas truly pitied Kat. Roman wasn't completely oblivious to her but his social skills were seriously lacking. If she wanted to get anything from him, she needed to make the first move –and a very engaging one. Speaking of which…

She reported her attention back to her partner. Cade had everything she appreciated in a man; attitude, charisma, a decent brain and a cool-leveled head. It didn't hurt that he looked damn handsome in that shirt and tight jeans. She also knew he looked at her sometimes. They got along well enough, she liked him and she knew he would have her father's approval; why not give it a try? All she had to do was to hint he should ask first –no matter what, she was still an old-fashion kind of girl. Perhaps she could give him some subtle sign tonight?

They reached the dance floor and started to move in rhythm to the music. Remi and Oliver were having the time of their lives while Roman had caught a blonde girl on the side, and Markos and Danny were goofing around, as usual. Cade, for once, stuck by her side. He suddenly –and quite boldly –wrapped an arm around her shoulder and made her spin. Nas found herself face-to-face with him and froze. His face was very, very close. So close she could actually count his eyelashes. And then his lips were on hers and they were kissing and –damn, it was better than she thought. When they parted, over Cade's shoulder, she spotted the boys grinning wickedly and Remi giving her a 'thumbs up'. So much for old-fashioning, she thought before giving another kiss to her new boyfriend.

So I know the main story turns around Remi and Kurt, but I like the little extras. Sorry if some get confused with all the names ^^" Next chapter will be more centered on Remi/Kurt and we'll learn more about what happened with Taylor…And sorry, no actual Rich Dotcom in here; I don't think I'll ever manage to introduce him properly. Also, the version of the song I was thinking of is actually the nightcore remix of 'Pretty Little Psycho'. Just fell in love with it listening to it (is it weird it made me think of Roman and Remi?)

Till next chapter :)