Theo's POV:
When my mom passed, and I loved to Vegas, my life had completely changed. I met people that didn't help me at all and made me end up in this situation. The only good friend that I had, was Boris.
My 'situation' here is that I'm in coma, well, at least I've been in coma for about 9 months now. I hear everything that happens around me and I constantly hear that accent talking to me. Boris is the only one that visits now. Today, I was calmly laying down when I wake up. Yes, wake up. I am agitated and looking around, not confused, but not sure of where I was. I saw Boris sleeping on a chair next to the bed. He wakes up and his eyes opened widely.
"Potter! You're alive!" He says, hugging me tightly while I try to process what is happening.
"I sure am," I say, hugging back. He pulls away and tells me he's going to get a doctor. I just nod and wait there. A couple hours later, I was taken home because my father wouldn't be bothered to pick me up. God I forgot what of an asshole he was.
"Hey kiddo!" My dad says, awkwardly standing in front of me. "Hey, um, so me and Xandra are very happy that you are back and we want to get you back in school right away so, why don't you go to your friend's house and ask him to pass you his notes or something?" He says
I look at Boris while trying not to laugh, he obviously didn't took any notes. But I missed him so we both just nodded and went to his place.
"Welcome back Potter!" Boris exclaims while slightly punching my arm.
"Thank you I guess??" I say.
We did the usual, watch tv, drink some beers, and well, just that. I knew Xandra and Larry were doing god knows what on the house and didn't want me there for the night, so I just slept at Boris' house.
Probably at midnight, Boris and I were laying on his empty pool and drunk enough to say stupid stuff, yet, don't forget it. We both started talking.
"Potter, if I moved away, what would you do?" He asks.
"Id rather kill myself first!" I say. "Why?"
"My dad's moving to Australia." He says, with a serious look on his face.
"What? When?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.
"2 or 3 months," he sighs.
"So you are leaving?" I ask after a brief pause.
"Hell no, I'm running away." he says. "Would you come with me if I asked you to?" he suddenly asks.
"I don't know, maybe" I say.
"Well it's your choice."
After that conversation, he stood up and told me he was tired, so we went to his room and had some sleep.
Boris' POV:
I had forgotten how bad were theo's nightmares. He would wake up in the middle of the night and start heavy breathing, but that's it, wasn't it?
This night was way worse, he woke up and started sobbing uncontrollably, he tried to stay silent so I couldn't hear him, but I could.
"Theo? Are you okay?" I ask
He looks up and wipes his tears away. "Yeah, I'm fine" he says.
I pull him in for a hug and he responds by doing the same. I rub his back and make him lay down. We slept with our hands on each other. This was comforting. Unlike other nights, I felt as if this one was different, more meaningful. For both of us.
*a couple of days later*
Theo's POV:
"You're an ungrateful brat that does know how to do anything!!!" My dad says, pointing out how useless I am for not wanting to read a paper to a lawyer. He slapped me across the face and without notice he slapped me again before I could even process what was happening. He was angry and tears started running down my cheeks, but I couldn't stop them. "Stop the crying!!" He says, walking to the living room just to start screaming and throwing stuff at the ground. I ran, as fast as I could, and where was I going? Obviously to Boris.
A couple hours later we were at the playground and I already had told him what happened. He hugged me, he's been hugging me a lot lately, I don't know how to feel about that. At this point I pretty much know I like him but, im sure he's not gay.
"Fuck it, what if we run away today Boris?" I say.
"Wait, seriously?" He says, with eyes widely open and a smirk on his face.
"Sure," I say.
"Okay! But what do we do? We have no money, no car, no food." he says.
"I'm sure Xandra has something expensive, we can exchange it for money? I don't know, I just don't wanna be here anymore." I say
We made our way to his house to pack some of his stuff, and then we went to my house. We saw Xandra crying and everything got blurry, I don't remember anything, I just know my father died. I wasn't happy, but not sad.
I was in pure shock, but then I figured out she would put me in a foster home so my plan was still working. Me and Boris went upstairs and grabbed some stuff that we thought was worth at least 50 dollars.
"What about popchyk???" Boris asks.
I grabbed popchyk and put him on my bag. "There, now we can leave." I say, rushing out the door.
"Wait," Boris says, grabbing my arm and pushing me close to him.
"Boris?" I say, shocked by his move.
He grabbed my face as he pulls me in and kisses me on the lips. My face turns red and when he pulls away I we look at each other and giggle.
"Okay now we can leave." He says.
We got on the taxi and drove to the bus station. We were going to New York.
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My bf helped me giving me this writing prompt!!
Did you like it??
I'll be honest, idk what this is but I like it :))
Also I'm not editing this bc I'm lazy haha
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