GUUUUYYYYYYSSSSS CRITIC THOMAS HAS BEEN GIVEN A NAME (by the fanders tho)

It's Anton

This has given me inspiration for a new OC that I've been thinking about for a while...hint hint...I've already mentioned him once...and this was the missing piece

ALSO HOW TO PRONOUNCE WYLAN

It's Will-an

and then kinda say it fast

Wylan

Thesquirrellord

TRIGGER WARNINGS : mOmMy iSsUeS

Emile POV
Tonight is the redo dinner between my parents and Remy's grandparents. Hopefully this will go better than the first one. Remy seems to be getting along with his grandparents.

Which seriously surprised me. But now he's freaking out about what to wear and how to do his makeup. As if this isn't just a dinner between our two families.

"Crop top or tank top?" Remy asked, holding up two shirts that looked exactly the same. The only difference was how long they were.

"Tank top?" I suggested with an awkward laugh.

"You're no help," Remy pouted.

"I'm sorry I don't understand fashion like you do," I laughed, holding my hands up jokingly.

"Look at the cute outfit you're wearing," He pointed to me. I was wearing white jeans, a pink blouse and a white cardigan. Pastel pink converse.

"Let me practice makeup on you," He said, sitting down on my lap. I squeaked a bit, my legs about to snap in half.

"Why?" I whined. Remy took my glasses off gently and set them to the side. He grabbed his eyeshadow palette and started working.

About a half hour later he seemed satisfied. Remy finally got off my lap and put my glasses back on. I turned around to look the mirror, expecting a full face of makeup.

But instead, it was really natural looking makeup. Some contour around my cheeks and chin. A little bit of pink eyeshadow and some blush.

"Really?" I smiled, knowing what Remy did. He's perfect at makeup. He doesn't need me to practice on.

"You look cute," He told me, kissing the top of my head.

"When do I not?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn," Remy laughed in appreciation. "I am such a bad influence on you."

"Worth it," I laughed.

"Okay, scoot your cute ass over," Remy said, sitting down on the chair with me. "I need to do my own makeup."

I sighed and got up off the chair. I tried to put together an outfit for Remy. His black skinny jeans that had the rips with the fishnets in them. The black crop top with two spaghetti straps on each shoulder. The heels I bought him. And of course, Remy's signature leather jacket.

"I thought you weren't going to get back home until like right before we left," Remy said, doing his mascara.

"Roman, Patton, Evan and I were hanging out at Roman's house. We were doing a Disney movie marathon," I started. "But then Roman just shot up, screamed 'Virgil needs to know I love him' and bolted up to their bedroom."

"That's fucking weird," Remy mumbled, briefly stopping his makeup. "Waist, their room. I thought Virgil moved out."

"Okay, Quinn and Virgil day they moved into Virgil's old house, but they aren't living there." I tried to explain. "I've yet to be at Roman's house when Virgil's cat and all his things aren't there. And Quinn, he has serious separation problems and I know he's basically just going between his three boyfriends with his cat and a bag of clothes and art stuff."

"I'm not surprised," He laughed. "Thanks for the tea session babe."

I laughed a bit and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Remy finished his makeup. Flawless contour, fake eyelashes, black eyeshadow, bright red lipstick and sharp eyeliner.

Remy got up and looked at what I picked out. He smirked and started undressing from his pajamas that he's yet to change out of today. He quickly got dressed and he looked actually happy. Also incredibly hot.

He leaned down to press a kiss to my neck. It left a right red lipstick mark. I frowned and tried to wipe it off but Remy quickly stopped me.

"Grace said there's a possibility of my supposed cousin being there," He told me sternly. "So if you take that off, I'm putting a hickey their instead."

I quickly wiped the lipstick mark with a smirk. Remy raised his eyebrow and quickly shoved me up against the wall.

Seconds later I had a bit hickey blatantly on my neck. There's no hiding it. Remy pressed his lips to my neck again and left another lipstick mark.

"C'mon," Remy said. "Let's get this over with."

~•~

"Well that's one hell of a house," Dad said, looking up at Remy's grandparent's house.

"Watch your language," Mom told him quickly.

Sighing, Remy rang the doorbell. Barely a second later, Mr. Hearst opened the door. He greeted Remy and led up into the house.

Mom and Dad were looking around at the house and it's extensive rooms. This place is extremely impressive.

Mr. Hearst pushes open huge doors into a very formal dining room. Yet, it also has a nice homey, farmhouse mood to it.

Grace and Charles were already sitting at the table and sipping from their glasses. They stood up and smiled upon seeing us.

"Remy, Emile it's nice to see you two again," Grace said.

"And it's nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Picani," Charles said. "My name is Charles Dormir."

Dad and him shook hands and introduced themselves and their wives. Remy sat down at the edge of the table, next to Charles at the end. Grace was across from him. I sat down next to him and Mom and Dad sat down next to me.

"You're cousin will be here shortly Remy," Charles started. "And than we'll be able to start dinner."

"His school has been shut down because of this Coronavirus outbreak," Grace explained. "So to get him away from all of it, they sent him up here with his boyfriend. But they're doing lots of online schooling now."

So that's why they were so accepting of Remy and I being together. They've already dealt with a grandkid apart of the LGBGQ+.

"I was always told my mom was an only child," Remy asked, obviously confused.

"We has two daughters, born one year apart. Clara was the shyest person I've ever met and rarely put herself out there. She moved to Florida when see got married so that's probably why Ashley never talked about them," Grace said. "You and your cousin are about the same age however."

"What's his name?" Remy asked, obviously intrigued.

Grave was about to answer when the door opened again. Mr. Hearst was standing there next to two other people.

The smaller one had blonde hair and one green and one blue eye. Heterochromia, and pretty colors at that. He was short and skinny. A few freckles but otherwise flawless skin. He was wearing black leggings and a white sweater. Also a pair of black glasses that looked more like girl glasses.

The taller one, who had probably a good foot on the other, seemed to be looking around the room in appreciation. He was wearing all black with a grey scarf around his neck. Round black sunglasses rested on his nose. He had dark brown hair.

"Emery, you made it," Grace said, standing up. She had a huge smile on her face. Her and the shorter one embraced. "Glad to see you too Anton."

"Likewise," The taller one...Anton said.

"Hey Grandma," The shorter, who must be Emery said.

"Emery, meet your cousin, Remy," Charles said. "And his boyfriend Emile."

We both stood up. For a few seconds, all four of us sized each other up. Anton scares me because of how judgmental he seems.

"Alright, everyone sit down," Charles told us. We all sat down. Emery and Anton sitting down next to Grace. "Now, let us dine."