This will probably be the only chapter, making this a two-shot, I suppose.
Perhaps if people like it, I might make more chapters, but I dunno.
Sophia had gone home at two o'clock, when the party had died down and most people were either drunk or passed out on the floor. Sophia stepped over drunken limbs until she had made it to her bedroom and slept uneasily til morning, where she had a breakfast and told her mother she was meeting someone that morning.
"Who, dear?" Her mother asked with slight interest, reading from a novel.
"Remy Buxaplenty." She answered, trying to appear nonchalant.
Her father perked up at the name, "Buxaplenty? The rich family?"
She nodded, "The same."
"Stay on their good side, dear. If we play our cards right, you could marry this boy!" Said her father with excitement. Envisioning such a thing was awkward, at best.
"Father, it isn't like that!" She interjected.
"Well, any who, you better go see your new boyfriend, Sophia." Said her father, ignoring her protests, "Sophia Buxaplenty, rings like a bell."
She was then forced into her limousine and was driven to the Buxaplenty Mansion, where she was greeted by a large amount of butlers and maids like her own. She remained in the foyer, waiting for Remy to finally come downstairs.
"See you later, son! Be good, now. Oh, is this Sophia Turner? What a darling little girl!" Said a voice of an older man, most likely Remy's father. He was blonde like his son, with blue eyes instead of green. He was rather handsome, but aging, his hair greying at the sideburns.
"Thank you, Mr. Buxaplenty." She said courteously, bowing somewhat.
"Oh, please, call me Cash." He chuckled, his wife coming alongside him. His wife was as equally as beautiful, with brown hair up in a tight bun and green eyes, most likely where Remy got his own.
"And call me Sinthia, or Sin, darling." She giggled, wrapping an arm around her husband's waist. "Be good to our Liam, darling."
Liam? Didn't they mean Remy?
"Um, I'll try to, Sin." She said, used to calling adults by their first names, but not by the prospect of dating their children. The only male she had ever 'dated' was for the fame of it. Neither of them liked the other, but it caused them more fame and more money, so they went along with it as best as they could.
The couple chuckled as they walked past her and out the door, quickly stepping into their own limo. Remy stomped down the stairs, anger on his face.
"Now you see why I wanted to die?" He asks angrily, pointing in the direction of his parents.
"No, they seem perfectly nice to me." She shrugged as she was led into his living room. He slunk down on the bed, Sophia sitting at attention, studying the rich boy a moment.
"They BARELY spend any time with me. Two minutes a day is their limit, not even that at times!" He hissed with anger, appearing he was ready to explode.
"Uhm, is your name really Remy, or is it Liam?" She asked, wondering if this was a bad question to ask.
It seemed that it was a bad idea.
"UGH! Those two— no, my name is NOT Liam, my name is Remy. They spend all their time on money they forgot my name. So they just guessed…" He sighed, "They're not even close…"
"Oh… I'm sorry about that." She murmured. This kid had it even worse than she did. At least her parents actually talked to her more than two minutes a day. They looked at her and had a bit of conversation before she'd go upstairs and sleep or until she had to go onto a plane and do another movie, either acting, producing, or directing said movie. She felt overwhelming pity for him, but wasn't sure how to act upon it, so she changed the subject.
"So… what was your proposition yesterday that you were talking about?" She asked, smoothing her hair with one hand.
"I want you to be friends with me. I want to hang out and talk to you. I know it may seem silly, but I'm going insane in this mansion. I have no one to talk to other than my servants, and they rarely even want to be in my presence, never mind a conversation. You seem like you are intelligent enough and you seem to understand my pain, so I want to be your friend." He finished, closing his eyes, waiting for the rejection he knew as coming.
"Okay."
Remy opened his eyes immediately, shock clearly on his face.
"R-Really? Uhm, uh, why?" He asked, clearing his throat.
"I'm… kinda alone too. Maybe not as bad as you have it, at least I can go do work like directing and acting and stuff, but I don't have any true friends. Anyone who hangs out with me just wants my money or my fame or the combination of the two." She smiled, flipping her hair. "And as you said, you seem intelligent, and maybe sweet underneath that rude behavior of yours." Remy blushed at that comment, but otherwise didn't react.
"So… yeah. I guess we can be friends." She ended, blushing somewhat.
"G-Great! What would you like to do?" He smiled, sitting next to her.
"Let's… just hang out." She sighed happily, curling up in the couch next to him.
Eventually Mr. and Ms. Buxaplenty came home, surprised to find their son and Sophia Turner on the couch, the two asleep and holding hands.
"Aww, that's so adorable." Whispered Sinthia, giggling next to her husband.
"C'mon Sin, let's leave the two alone." Whispered Cash, leading his wife upstairs.
Sin and Cash both mean, duh, money.
Well, this may or may not be TBC, but we'll see.