{Boris Pavlikovsky Imagines}

High

księżniczka=princess
Krasotka=gorgeous
Warning: cursing, drugs, alcohol

"Here," Boris said, handing me the cigarette as he got up from the couch.

He walked off to the kitchen and I turned back to the tv. He had some old movie on, I don't remember the name. It was black and white and occasionally had staticky movements.

He came back with two beers.

"Here, I got you different kind, I remember you said you like that brand, yes?" He questioned as he handed me the beer.

I handed him back his cigarette and we continued passing it back and forth.

Finally he stood up and stubbed out the cigarette.

"Hey, I was enjoying that!" I said, sitting up forward and glaring at him. "Sorry księżniczka," he said, scooting over and wrapping an arm around me.

"Do you still have those pills have you found in your moms cabinet?" He suddenly asked, turning his head towards me.

"Yeah.. I think so," I responded.

A big grin appeared on his face, "Right. Stay here."

He came back with a cup, a plate, the pills, and an old, wrinkly dollar bill.

"Hey, is that my money?" I asked trying to snatch it from him.

He pulled his hand out of my reach and put a finger up to silence me.

He put the pills on a plate and crushed them with a glass cup, using his fingers to file them into lines.

He smoothed out the dollar bill against the table before folding it up neatly.

He smirked at me before putting it to his nose and leaning down towards the plate, covering the other nostril and snorting the crushed up pills.

"Boris!" I yelled, jumping up from the seat.

"What, is fun, try it!" He handed me the rolled up dollar bill and I hesitated, staring at it in my hands.

"Come on, you know I would never lead you into something bad, ya?" He said, urging me towards the plate.

"Fine," I sighed as I kneeled down next to him, "but just this once."

I did exactly what he did but jerked back after. I coughed and fell back into his arms.

"That's terrible," I admitted.

He smiled down at me and ran his fingers through my hair. "You'll get used to it," he shrugged.

"Hey, used to it? Like I said that's the only time I'm doing that."

"Well, won't you do it eventually?" He asked.

"No." I said firmly, hugging my knees to my chest.

"Come on, księżniczka. Do it again, come on," he gestured towards the plate, his eyes shifting from it to me.

"No, Boris, I really don't want to."

He frowned and hugged me into his chest.

"Alright, alright. I stop trying."

"Good," I laughed, looking up at him.

He kissed my lips softly and brushed his down my neck.

"I love you, krasotka, you know that, right?" He questioned.

"I know that, Boris.. you do know I love you too, right?" I asked.

"I know," he said, burying his face in my hair.

"Good," I smiled.

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