lisellawilliams:

"No."

"Yes."

"Non."

"*Oui*, Mr. Cajun."

"*Non*."

"...yes."

"*NO*, an'that's final, Johnny."

"Don't call me Johnny. It makes me sound like I'm five."

"You're actin' five, cher."

"You're the one that started arguing in the first place!"

"Wasn'."

"Was too!"

"Was *not*, Johnny, an'quit it. I'm not gonna go to some school dance jus' because Bobby is an' he'll suspect y'otherwise."

"*PLEASE*, Remy. I can't back out; Bobby and I have always gone to these stupid things, even though they're stupid and we bitch the whole time we're there." John sighed. "If I don't at least show up for a while, he's gonna jump on it."

Remy was relaxed on John's bed, but his face was angry. "An' what? Y'want us to go on a date?"

"No! I--" Denied too quickly. John was lying, of course, and both he and Remy knew it.

They stared at each other for a minute, and then finally Remy sighed. "You know why I was sent here in th'first place, Johnny?"

John sat down; this sounded "No. Why?"

Remy took a breath. "My poppa, he's in wit'some bad people. I got in wit'em, too. An' if I don't keep a low profile, the school's gonna get into the thick of it. See-- I *can'* go, Johnny."

"But I thought--"

Remy grinned, and corrected him even before he'd finished speaking, "Non, my adopted father. For a while, he was, anyway."

John frowned. "But, if you left on your own... why does what he does affect you anymore?"

Remy looked away. "Some debts, Johnny, they're blood. I'm outta it, because poppa [is that right?] wanted me out, for now. But I can't go an'pretend like they're not there. I can't flaunt it too much."

John shrugged, and went a little pink. "I feel stupid. I don't get it."

Remy grinned at him. "S'okay, cher-- I don't get why y'wanna go to the dumb thing in th'first place."

"I already TOLD you, Remy!"

Remy paced back and forth, trying to avoid getting in the direct line of sight from the west wing windows.

[15:14] "I know y'did, Johnny. And I told ya why I didn't believe y'."

[15:14] John muttered, "Because you're the jealous type."

[15:15] Remy paused at this, and rolled his eyes. "Merde, Johnny. Y'think I'd be jealous o'Bobby?"

John sat down on the picnic table, and put his head in his hands. "I don't know what you think, Remy. You're right in front of me and I don't have a fucking clue."

[15:15] Remy shrugged. "Likewise, cher."

[15:16] John grinned. "Well, I was all concerned about fighting until you started me thinking about reasons you could be jealous of Bobby-- and the obvious one popped into my head."

Remy eyed him closely. "Which is?"

[15:16] "Well. He shares a room with me."

[15:17] Remy plopped down beside him, and grinned wryly. "Now y'got me thinkin' about Bobby moving out, and I've forgotten why we were fightin' in the first place."

[15:17] "We were fighting?"

[15:17] "--I guess so."

[15:17] John chewed on his lip. "Does that mean we're dating, not just fucking?"

[15:17] Remy tensed up immediately. "I--"

[15:18] John shrugged, and put a hand on Remy's knee casually. "Hey. Just curious. Y'know."

[15:18] Remy leaned back, and squinted at the school. "Y'think the whole class can see us?"

John laid down, and answered, "Who knows."

[15:18] Remy grinned. "Let's have sex, cher."

[15:18] John stared at him.

[15:19] "Jus' t'find out if they really can."