Late Nights With Novikov

The boy upstairs

I held my guitar to my chest as I lay on my back on my bed thinking about life and how school starts in a week. I then looked over at my canvas and looked at the half done painting of a woman wrapped in saxe blue silk sheet. I felt unmotivated, unmoved, no emotion, nothing. Mom and Dad have been fighting like normal upstairs I can here them I can here my mom pacing back and fourth in her favorite heels. Dad is taping his feet in irritation I can hear that to. I put my guitar down and walk out to the living room, then to the kitchen. I then could defiantly hear the yelling.  I get myself some water and that is when dad storms down the stairs and out the door with his brief case, and his hair pulled into a ponytail, and is all carbon black suit. My mother comes out and takes a deep breathe and looks at me. "What would you like for lunch," She said you could still hear the tears in hear voice. "Nothing mom I am going out with Jet, and Amethyst today remember?" "Shoot I did well will you be home for dinner?" she asked tiding up the magazine's on the coffee table. "Maybe." I stated and started to grab my backpack. "Leon, I want a yes or no." she then looked at me the tears seemed to be gone and she was back to being pissed at me like normal. "Mom, I don't know at the moment maybe when I have the answer I will text you." She then took a deep breath and walked away from me and the conversion. I walked out the door and started to walk to Amethyst's house he lived at least 2 blocks away. 

I then begin to think why did mom care so much about dinner tonight she never does. I then showed up to his house and opened the door to see Jet dancing on the dining table. I couldn't help it but laugh at her cute dance moves she then looked at me and pulled me up on the table. "Come dance you fucking reject!" I then did my horrible dance moves, Amethyst then came out of the "super secrets smoke room" but also known as the bathroom, or his bedroom depends on the day. "O my lord you reek" said Jet holding her nose, Amethyst put on his very notable sarcasm smile and said "It is my new colonel called Kush you like it, Dear." She then walked away from us boys. "So we are smoking in the bathroom today are we?" I said rolling my eyes and walking into the bathroom and start to set up the pipe for myself. "Well I have to my aunt is going to be home at five I can't have my room smell like that shit, I will be killed." "So having a girl dancing on the dining table won't get you killed?" Amethyst rolled his eyes and I then took a hit. "What is wrong?" Jet asked coming into the bathroom and closed the door and then sat in the bathtub with me and Amethyst was siting on the floor next to us. I sighed I hate that they know I only take a hit when I am stress or in my feels. "Mom and Dad." "Again!" Amethyst said almost shouting and hurting Jets ears. "Leon, do you know what happened this time to start it?" Jet asked rubbing my knee's. "No, it feel like they fight just to fight by this point, there is no reason for the fighting." Jet and Amethyst exchanged glances, "O and then mom got pissed cause I didn't know if I was going to be at dinner, she never cares NEVER why the fuck now." I then slammed my fist into the side of the tub. "Hole up, don't brake my tub grumpy." "Sorry, man." I then rubbed my forehead. "Hey, babe's, Lets just hang out and watch moves and you two can get high and I will eat sound good?" Jet said looking at me. Her red hair looked so pretty in the light I got distracted very easily by it, and her green eyes where so hard not to make eye contact with. "Deal." I said.

After I had come down from my high it was seven at night. "I need to go." I then waved to my friends. We hugged and then I went on my way home. I got home and walked through the door and didn't hear fighting. I heard them talking in the guest bedroom? I then yelled "I AM HOME!" I set my bag near the door like normal and my mom came down she was dress nicer than normal and dad was to, and all I had on was gray sweat pant, white tank top, and a black jacket on. I then looked at them and asked "What is going on no family visits this time of year." That is when I saw him he had dark chocolate  brown hair, and a shaved undercut that was platinum blonde. When he cam up to me I could see dark blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean he even had cute light freckles. "I am Nikolas Novikov, I am here to spend last year in high-school with you I hope we can be good friends." he said in a very strong Russian ascent. I was in shocked no one told me about this. Mom and dad will tell me that I need to take out the trash a thousand times but can't tell me some Russian will be living he for a year right above my bedroom. I wasn't mad no not at all, but I am pissed off. I then walked off to my room and slammed the door. I sat in there and then in five or six minutes later my dad came in. "Wow you can't even knock." I said to him, he shut the door. "I understand we should have told you but..." "but son we forgot just like everything." My dad sighed cause he knows I was right. "Me and you mother we have been stressed and it is hard to tell you, just out of no where you know." I just turned away from him and didn't look at him, He left my room. 

I then heard a small knock on the door, and then a voice, "Hello son of American, can I talk to you." "Go ahead" He then came in and closed the door behind him and sat at my desk at the end of my bed. "I am sorry" He said. I then shot up from my bed and looked at him. "What?" I asked out of confusion. "I am sorry, son of American family." "Why?" "You are mad and angered by my presences here." I then felt horrible I didn't mean to make him feel bad, he just showed up. "I am not mad at that, my mom and dad didn't tell me about you coming here." "Ok." "Did you really only come in to say sorry?" I said then siting next to him at my desk. "Yes." He then stood up and walked to the door. "Hey..." "Nikolas." "Yes, right, Nikolas please call me Leon not American whatever." "Le..L....Leo...." He then scratched his head. "simpatichnyy mal'chik I like calling you that better." He then smiled brightly and laughed and walked out of my room. I all I could think is what the fuck did he just call me?

The next day I walked into the kitchen to see the 6'2 Russian help my mother cooking. I then sat down on the kitchen counter and wanted  to watch this Russian make food with my mother who is very picky with her cooking and how to cook. I was ready to laugh at him get yelled at for cutting onions wrong or even cracking a egg wrong. Why do I know this, well my mother has yelled at me for this. I sat there for a few minutes not hearing a word from my mother. Then out of the blue my mother said from the stove. "Are you going to watch us forever my son or are you going to sit and play games." I just sat there sipping my water. Nikolas looked at my in curiosity as to why I was sitting there watching. I then spoke up and asked "Mom is he mixing the pancake mix right?" she then sighed and said "Out" and pointed to the living room. I rolled my eyes and Nikolas watched and then stated to me. "You shouldn't roll your eyes, or have an attituded to your mother." "Shut up!" I said to him and then my mother said "I am liking him more and more." I walked out of the kitchen and went to my room. I then looked at my painting and started to talk to it. "Why did he say that?" I  was so mad that he sold me out like that so easily not evening caring I bet.

About ten minutes later and I heard a knock on the door. "simpatichnyy mal'chik! your pan cakes are done, your mother wants you to join us to eat." I then opened the door and he just stood and he looked my up and down. "Ok, can you move out of my way please." I said to him, feeling weird about how he was looking me up and down. We sat at the table and began to eat dad wasn't there cause he was are work. "Leon, can you show Nikolas around and maybe have him meet Jet and Amethyst." I sighed at the though and then just nodded in arginase to stop from an argument between me and her. Around 11 popped into the boys room to see if he was ready. He looked like a whole damn fashion magazine, compared to this morning he was in some dumb matching pajamas, but this made my jaw drop. He had a fire orange shirt on, black jeans rolled up enough to see his gray socks, a blue denim jacket with the sleeves unbuttoned, a small black bag that went across his chest, and to top it off high top shoes. I couldn't help but stair at all the wonderful colors and patterns on him and how they cam together so well, he had many rings on and three bracelets on. Nikolas then said "Is this not ok to wear do I need to change?" "No no god no, you look breath taking. I mean..." I feel silent feeling awkward about my statement. "O you like it that is good then I am ready to go my tour guide." he looked at me with and adorable smile on his face.