late nights {Boris Pavlikovsky}

IX

May 22nd Monday

{boris}

I woke up with the violent urge to piss. My eyes are still blurry from sleep, my clock reads 6:57 am and it's Monday, great. My eyes fall a bit to see her in my shirt and in my bed. She looks absolutely at peace when asleep, just like the night before. A smirk crawls onto my busted lips, the stretch of doing so making my lips sting and burn, but worth it. 

I eventually got the willpower to drag myself out of bed and went into the room next to mine and used the bathroom. I head down the creaky stairs with caution, I'm not awake yet in the slightest. The wood floorboards are freezing and the sun is a blinding yellow. I turn into the small and empty kitchen and get what I need to make my morning tea. I drag my ragged hands down my tired face pulling at my eyelids. 

"Ughhh"

Fuck I need to talk to that Kylie chick sometime, she brought up the night I found y/n a party or something like that. I haven't been to one in a while, it'd be nice too. That bring my mind back to y/n, I really don't want to leave her alone here by herself, or worse if my dad comes home. I would bring her to school with us but there is only a like a week left, and at that point is it really worth it? I leave the hot water running out of the tap until it's damn near boiling, then I put the mug with my tea bag and sugar under it. 

While my tea is steeping I make my way back upstairs. Sluggishly I change and find my bag and my umbrella. Once alone in my kitchen once again, my mind goes back to last night. I ponder all the things his dad may have done. I tense up at the thought. I sip the burning tea and rest my back on the dirty counter littered with dirty dishes and empty bottles. I don't know why but I have this bad feeling lingering. I look around my temporary home in an attempt to change my thoughts, how long until my father and I move again? Will y/n just stay with Potter? Will Potter abandon her? No, he wouldn't do that. We both expressed how we felt this surreal connection to her, it was almost like the sentiment I got when I met him in English class that first day. With a little more time she’ll become part of me and Potter's makeshift family, that thought put my mind a bit more at ease. I set the mug on the cluttered counter and put my shoes on. I opened the door to be met with the sickening Nevada heat, I hate the fucking sun. In return, I unfold my umbrella and walk down the dusty streets. 

I wait and wait. Every second that passes the tight feeling in my chest gets worse, he hasn't come yet. What if something really fucking happened after we left? I wait tapping my foot against the ground and twirling the handle of my umbrella left and then right. My eyes feel as if there is sand weighing them down in my under eyelid, and I want to just close them and release the tension

It was about six minutes of waiting and fighting the urge to fall back asleep when I saw Potter's figure in the distance. That knot starts to unravel.
 
                                                    
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{you}

My senses flood back to my mind as it becomes conscious once more. The touch of the ripped bedding. The scent of Boris. The sound of birds chirping out the window. Then finally the sight of Boris' nightstand. The air feels more still and desolate. Quickly flopping over anxious to see if he's still here, all I'm met with is empty unkempt sheets and disappointment. A yawn rips out of my mouth. It's Monday assuming they aren't already out of school, that's most likely where they are. I get out of his warm and safe bed and decide to look around. Stepping over clothes, books, and bottles, it's trashed. Maybe if I get enough energy I'll clean it for him.