A/N: I really like Remy, okay? This'll probably be a twoshot, maybe three parts at most.
15 year old Remy Buxaplenty stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him. He flopped facedown onto his bed, breathing heavily.
Juandissimo poofed beside him. "Remy, are you okay?" He asked.
"No," Remy mumbled into the bed. He sat up, and gave Juandissimo a look. "And where have you been?"
"I am sorry, Remy. I was out." Juandissimo said.
"Out with Cupid?" Remy scoffed. "You seem to be with him more often than me lately."
"I…" The Spanish fairy began.
"I'm not stupid, Juandissimo." Remy said, looking his godfather in the eyes. "You and Cupid are dating, aren't you?"
"…ah, dating?" The fairy chuckled nervously. "Um…"
"Oh, please, I don't care if you are with a man. I'm not going to judge you." Remy sighed. "So even you have someone. I really am the only one, aren't I?"
"The only one… what?" Juandissimo asked.
"The only one in Dimmsdale who doesn't have a special someone. The only one who is single." Remy said. "Couldn't you get Cupid to help me?"
"No… lo siento, Remy." Juandissimo sighed.
"Damn it! You… you know exactly what it feels like to love someone who doesn't love you back, Juandissimo," Remy said angrily, "But you have no idea what it's like when they have no idea how you really feel, and they hate you."
"Hate you? I'm sure she— or he— does not hate you, Remy." Juandissimo patted his godson's shoulder.
"How could he not hate me? I was a complete ass to him." Remy said. "He must think I'm just a rich asshole who hates his guts."
"So… if it is okay, can I ask you who this boy you speak of is?"
Remy turned to his godfather. "Well, since I know about you and Cupid, fine." He said. "Timmy Turner."
Juandissimo seemed shocked. "Wanda's godchild? I thought you hated him."
"He probably thinks so, too. That's the problem." Remy said. "Everyone thinks I hate him. But I'm over that dumb grudge… I'm sorry, and I just wish he knew that."
Juandissimo clicked off the recorder Remy hadn't noticed he'd turned on and hid it in his pocket. "Try talking to him," He said. "Tomorrow, tell him you are sorry and want to be amigos."
"You think that will work?" Remy asked.
"Sí." Juandissimo nodded.
"Okay, then, I'll do it." Remy said. "Thank you."
Juandissimo smiled and sat nearby as Remy fell asleep. Once he was sure his godson was sleeping, he poofed off to Timmy Turner's house.
