Touch of Pink

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Having an incredibly boyish perspective of the world as a ten-year old restricted Remy from ever appreciating the color he oftentimes referred to as a "cootie color".

Even the sole mention of that treacherous, one-syllable word was able to rile him up in a bout of rage, or maybe it was disguised fear—he was never too sure at that time. All he knew was that he hated it, and he hated it a lot, and this irrational hatred of that color was what initially made him dislike that boy.

That "boy" was the epitome of many of the things Remy hated. He had abnormally large teeth that looked like a beaver's (which is an animal Remy had rather dreadful memories for), big blue innocent eyes (Remy had always wanted blue eyes, not green!), and a seemingly weird addiction to the cootie color. Pink pink pink!—the mundane boy's outfits consisted of that hideous color and that hideous color only, and it made Remy cringe. Not just because it was a color he hated, but because a boy was wearing it. A boy couldn't wear that color; it was like a stab to his back; it was like the boy was a traitor to boys everywhere just by wearing that.

Remy hated it, and he hated pink, and he hated him.

As a sort of subtle punishment, he tried to torture the boy by being irritatingly better at everything the brunette did. And for a while, Remy felt a little puddle of satisfaction bubbling in his heart every time he saw a little tear darken the pink of the boy's shirt. Though, soon enough, maturity started to play with his mind and he found that he was oddly tame of the color. Maybe, in some twisted way, he even thought of the prospect of liking it.

It started off as a simple little change: his red bowtie being a noticeable shade lighter, a shade less…manly. He thought of this change as a symbol of the calming down of his perturbed and petulant personality from adolescence, though Juandissimo insisted it had a deeper meaning Remy wasn't aware of yet. Then it ebbed into more and more convoluted changes, like a makeover of his room so that it in included little splashes of pink and forcing his fairy godparent to start wearing a little bit of pink too. The addiction was ridiculous and irrational, and at the time, just like his past hatred, he couldn't understand it. It was too difficult to compr—

"Hey, Remy?"

Said blonde slowly drifted out of his reverie and blinked a couple of times, finding Timmy looking at him with a single raised eyebrow and a sort of humorous smirk. "You were staring at that flower for a pretty long time."

Remy looked at the flower Timmy was pointing at, a little lonely flower in the middle of weeds. He smiled softly and looked at the other boy. "Oh, I was just thinking about something…"

Timmy raised his eyebrow just a smidge higher, doubt crossing his face. "Uh, like what? It isn't some evil scheme again, is it?"

"Huh? The thought hasn't even crossed my mind," he responded nonchalantly, walking up to the flower. Bending down, he plucked it from the ground, whispering an apology for hurting it (and faintly wondering why he was talking to an inanimate object so fondly) and walked back to Timmy. The suspicions on the brunette's face died down and was quickly replaced with an amused look.

"Remy, picking a flower? Heh, what a sight." He snickered, and Remy gave a little laugh too.

"Yes, yes, laugh all you want, Turner." Remy looked at the flower cradled in his hands, then swiftly put it in Timmy's hair, eliciting a surprised noise from the brunette. "Hm, what a sight," he said mockingly as a flustered Timmy hurriedly picked it out of his hair and threw it on the pavement.

"Ugh, that was mean," Timmy said, his blush not fading. Remy felt his own cheeks warming up at Timmy's embarrassment, finding that maybe there was a reason he liked pink a little bit more than the average girl; but for now, he pushed the passive thought into the back of his mind for later musings and relished the sight of his favorite shade of pink: Timmy Turner.

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(Yes, Timmy Turner is a color.)

Trying to get back into writing, and I am extremely rusty. Though, this is something; and honestly, I only wrote this so I could have the first Remy story on here that's actually labeled as having Remy as a character. I'm proud to say I requested him and am equally proud to say that I've finally written a story for him!