"No." Virgil dead-panned throwing the rag he was using to wipe the counter of the small coffee shop over his shoulder, before turning around to keep on washing the dishes.

"But why?" Remy whined dramatically throwing himself on the counter, his head laying next to his sixth and last cup of coffee for the day.

"Because I'm not interested in going to the concert of a band I don't even listen to or like! I don't like crowds, I don't have the money, and more than anything I don't have a good reason to go."

There were a few seconds of silence before Virgil's best friend once again whined out a loud "But please!" overlapped by the barista immediate and amused "no.".

"Gurl, I'm begging you, I don't wanna go alone and you're the only person I don't hate!"

Virgil chuckled slightly, putting a rinsed cup in the dishwasher before closing it and hitting the start button.

"Why don't you ask Emile? Considering the way you talk about him all the time, I'm pretty sure you don't hate him either." He asked in a calm voice, a playful smirk forming on his lips as he turned towards his best friend leaning on the counter with his forearms, the rolled a up sleeves revealing a few scattered tattoos.

"Bitch, he's my crush, you know full well that I can't invite him to a concert where I will spend the whole time fangirling like a high schooler! I'd make a fool out of myself!" Remy snapped, going bright red.

"That, my friend, is something you've been doing since the day you were born." Virgil laughed, completely ignoring his best friend indignant and overdramatic gasp to start on a new client's order.

Remy whined loudly, the light lilac shades on his head almost falling as he hid his face into his hands, waiting for the costumer to walk away before getting back to the matter at hand.

"Virgil, please, come with me! I swear I'll pay for my own coffee every time I come here for a month!"

That made the barista stop and turn around with a raised eyebrow, his grey eyes studying his friend's face trying to see if he was serious, watching as a shimmer of hope appeared in his green eyes.

After a few seconds the barista sighed, his lips kept in a tight line as he slightly narrowed his eyes.

"Are you gonna pay for everything?" Virgil asked cautiously, making Remy immediately nod his head frantically.

"Car fuel? Food? Water? Concert tickets?" He started listing off, getting affirmation after affirmation.

The barista sighed again, closing his eyes and hanging his head as he shook it slightly, not believing the words he was about to speak.

"Fine. I'll come with you to see the R.O.Y.A.L.'s."

"Fuck yeah! I love you bitch!" Remy exclaimed jumping off his stool, his heels clicking harshly on the tiled floor as he leaned over the counter to leave a small kiss on Virgil's cheek, making the emo blush slightly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, now pay up and text me the details before I change my mind."

Remy hurriedly got a five dollar bill out of his pocket before slamming it on the counter and running out of the cafe.

"I'll be back at the end of your shift. We have to give you a new look! God forbid I'd ever let other people see me with someone dressed like that. And I won't accept a 'no' for an answer bitch."

And before Virgil could say anything he was out of the door, a happy skip in his steps.

Not even three hours later, Remy was dragging an exasperated Virgil through one of the streets with the most expensive shops in the city.

"Remy, I told you I don't need a new outfit! I don't have money to spend on things I don't need, especially in stores like Armani and Cucinelli."

He sighed, giving up on trying to take his arm out of his best friend's iron grasp.

"And I already told you that I don't care if you don't need it and that you don't have to buy anything, I will."

The barista scoffed; he knew there was no winning with Remy, once that man set his mind on something, nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted; and that day he had decided to give Virgil a make-over, no matter how much he was going to spend. Unlike his best friend, money had never been a problem for him, and if anything, spending so much only helped him get back at his father for putting his work before his son.

"Let's go in there," Remy said, gesturing towards a very expensive looking shop on their right.

"Rem, that looks awfully expensive, I-"

"Bitch, don't you dare finish that sentence. You said the exact same thing about the last five shops, we're going in there and you're going to love it."

They got into the store, Remy dragging Virgil in by his wrist, completely ignoring his grumbles.

Immediately, they were greeted by an employee coming towards them, her bright blonde hair bouncing in soft curls on her shoulders.

She gave them a very judgmental look, eyeing Virgil's hoodie and his friend's fishnets and high heels with distaste.

"Hello, are you in here asking for directions? Hot Topic is just two streets away from here."

The clicking of Remy's heels stopped echoing through the store as he turned towards her; he gently lowered his ever-present lilac sunglasses, looking her up and down from above them as she just stared at them with a big fake smile.

"Congrats on having a sense of direction, darling."

He turned around sharply, a now anxious and incredibly embarrassed Virgil stumbling behind him as they walked away.

He could feel the employee's judging eyes boring into his back.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Rem? The girl didn't seem all that happy about us being in the store..." He mumbled, letting go of his friend's hand and shoving his into his hoodie's pockets.

"Ignore her. Now let's go, I want to put your sexy ass in some good clothes."

Virgil rolled his eyes, not able to fight off a small smirk, before a nice leather jacket caught his eye. It was simple, black, with pockets both on the bottom and on the chest. It looked comfortable despite being slightly tight fitted.

"Oh, good catch Virgy." Remy said, turning around completely and looking through the rack to get Virgil's correct size of the jacket.

Only then did the emo guy caught sight of the price, his eyes blowing wide.

"Remy, no, absolutely not, that thing is way too expensive. Put it back down before I touch it and somehow magically ruin it."

His friend only rolled his eyes, not letting go of the jacket and shoving Virgil towards the changing rooms, grabbing some simple black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt as he went.

"Girl, you know me, a thousand dollar is not that much, and I'm using my old man's credit card, so the more we spend the happier I am."

"But-" He started, but was immediately interrupted by the other.

"Shut up."

"I-"

"Nope."

"Sto-"

"Oh, look, I'm suddenly deaf!"

"Remy!"

"I can't hear you!" Remy sang, rolling his eyes and pushing him into the changing room.

He would have lied if he said he didn't like what he saw in the mirror afterwards and considering the loud whistle of appreciation given by Remy, he thought the exact same thing.

"Are you sure about this Rem? I know you said you don't mind spending this much money, but I'll never be able to-" Virgil started as they approached the register, but was immediately interrupted.

"I swear if you're about to say 'repay you' I will slap you. You gave me so many coffees for free I'm convinced it covers the price of the whole outfit and more." He rolled his eyes with a small chuckle before turning towards the cashier to hand her the products.

She didn't say anything and once again looked them up and down, before grabbing the clothes and putting them to the side.

Remy raised a carefully filled in eyebrow, clearing his voice slightly as Virgil squirmed uncomfortably behind me.

"Excuse me? Is there a problem with the clothes?" He asked sharply, his voice cold.

The cashier just shot him a fake smile, throwing her bleach blonde hair over her shoulder. "No, sir, they're perfectly fine."

"Sweet, then if you could put them in a bag, I'd appreciate it, thanks. I'll pay by card."

"I'm sorry, sir," the woman chuckled irritated, "but we only sell to people who can actually pay and judging by your..." she gestured up and down to their outfits, "clothes, these are all prices you can't afford."

There was a second of tense silence as he just stared at her, not even the glasses able to conceal the icy glare directed to the employee; Virgil just stood there wide eyed, his eyes jumping between the two. He knew full well that girl wouldn't have her that job much longer.

Finally, Remy sighed, breaking the silence and looking down at the wallet he had previously taken out form his bright pink purse. He took something out, then leaning forward on the counter he took off his glasses and gave the cashier a once over.

"Oh honey," he started, leaning his head on his hand, a condescending laugh in his tone,"the fact that I dress way sexier than you could ever imagine doing doesn't mean I don't have money."

He slid a platinum card on the counter towards her using two fingers, showing off the expansive and fancy manicure he just had.

"Now, be a dear and put those in a bag for me, mh?"

The cashier just stared at him wide eyed, his overly sweet tone doing nothing but making her angrier, as she slowly grabbed the card with shaking hands and quickly bagged the items.

"Lovely." Remy pressed smugly, sliding his sunglasses back on and grabbing the bag. He smiled at Virgil and handed it to him before starting for the exit.

Virgil was almost to the door when he heard Remy speak again, only then noticing he had turned back towards the rude employee.

"Oh, and by the way these," he points to himself, his finger going up and down as to gesture to his whole body, "are all branded items and the fact that you weren't able recognize it, really just gives me one more reason as to why you shouldn't be working in this industry. Have a nice day."

And with that he surpassed Virgil on his way out, smirking at the way his friend was no longer able to keep his laughter in.

Hello! So, some of you might be asking yourselves "alice why did you post this if you have no intention of continuing it until you finish one of your other stories?" and well, the answers are many: I have no self control, i'm one inconvenience away from a mental breakdown and need validation, i am procrastinating school work, i'm curious to see if you guys like this, the possibilities are endless! :)

Anyway, le me know what you think and feel free to point out mistakes.

bye and love you all!

Ali c: