((I... I can explain! Inspiration comes and goes in spurts! Spurts I tell you! If something's on my mind, BAM! It must be done! My mind is telling me to do Gary/Remy as well so watch for it! *coughs* I'm heading to bed before my sickness gets any worse...))
Remy sat on his bed, head in his hands which were propped up on his elbows. He looked depressed. Juandissimo, his Godfather, floated over in concern.
"Is there anything you want to wish for" he asked.
"Not really" the boy replied.
His fairy frowned slightly. Remy had been so distant since he'd returned from F.U.N Academy. For messing with Timmy and nearly destroying his fairies, Remy had been forced to live the rest of his time there without magic.
"Remington, you can not just sit in here forever" Juandissimo said, trying to get his Godson to react. "There are many things you could do."
"Like what" the rich boy scoffed. "I have no friends. What's the point?"
Juandissimo blinked slowly. Was that what this was all about?
"Remy, mi amigo, you can go out and find a friend, you know... Or at least get some sun... Estás muy pálido(means 'You're very pale' according to Google)..."
The blond suddenly jumped off of his bed and onto his feet.
"Fine" he said, voice eerily quiet. "But only because you said I was 'very pale'."
Juandissimo smiled slightly. That was the best reaction he'd gotten from Remy by far! The muscular fairy turned into the bow tie wrapped around Remy's neck. The blond took a look around his pure white room, before heading out the door.
Timmy sighed as he wondered the streets of Dimsdale. He was really bored. Chester and AJ weren't around, so Timmy had no one to hang out with!
"Cheer up, sport" the pink coloured hummingbird said, smiling slightly.
"Yeah" the green hummingbird agreed. "You'll find someone to hang out with!"
"Poof poof" the purple baby bird chimed.
Timmy merely sighed.
"Thanks for trying guys" the teen told them. "But other than AJ and Chester, I have no real friends..!"
He sighed deeply.
"I wish I could run into someone that I could hang out with..."
Remy walked along, hands in his pockets. His Godfather decided it was better to be a purple squirrel than a bow tie, so he was now said animal, following Remy along. The sun was shining brightly, contrasting with the rich boy's mood. He was so busy looking down at his shoes, that he didn't see someone in front of him. He ran into that person, falling onto the sidewalk as he did so.
"Sorry" the person squeaked, holding out their hand. "I wasn't watching where I was going!"
Ignoring the pain in his left wrist and foot, Remy took the hand and got helped up.
"Quite alright" he said, dusting himself off. "I was not watching either..."
Then he looked up at the person he'd run into.
"Turner..?"
"Remy..?!"