𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜

part nine

not proof read!

disclaimer: drugs aren't cool, don't do them. rehab isn't fun. blah blah blah
-the author, a former addict

i sit up, close my laptop, and give boris a small smile.  "is your dad home?", i ask remembering that his dad was supposed to home today. "yea, he leave again tomorrow. i tell him i went to potters house.", he tells me trying to scoot himself under the blankets. i watch him as he struggles with the tucked in sheets and laugh, "oh so i guess you're sleeping here tonight?", say as he finally gets the blankets free and crawls under then. "you don't want me to?", he asks with a smile, already knowing my answer. "yes sure i want you to.", i say rolling my eyes dramatically and laughing. i lift the blanket up and place myself under it. he extends his arm above my head and pats his chest. "what?", i ask him confused. "lay here.", he says like its obvious what im supposed to do. i look at him for a moment then chuckle, "no.", i say making my face serious. this takes him aback, "why not?", he asks with confusion on his face. "because it's awkward and we're not gonna act like a full on couple till we decide that's what we want.", i explain to him. "till you decide what you want, i already know what i want.", he corrects me. "fine till i decide what i want.", i say back to him moving my hair out of my face. for the record, i know what i want. i know i want to date him. i know i want him to be the perfect boy for me, but i don't know him well enough to be positively sure he is the perfect boy. i mean seriously, i truly like him, but i feel like ive only meet the surface of him. i want to know more about him, i want to understand him completely before i make the commitment of a relationship. what we have right now is perfect in my opinion. hanging out a lot and minor physical affection that consists of small peaks on his cheeks or him lips. now believe me, and im gonna say this with my whole chest, i would love nothing more then for this boy to take me to pound town. not just yet though. i like him too much to let him be a situationship. i want us to be real, and the only way to do that is by putting time into us. and by the way, yes i understand that I've kissed him, but voluntarily cuddling with him feels way more intimate. "we did this last night, no?", he says remembering the way we woke up together this morning i assume. he continues, "was not awkward last night, does not have to be awkward now. it can be like.....friendly cuddles,eh? me and potter do all the time.", he says trying to convince me, still patting his chest. i think about his words and come up with a compromise, "how about this, when i fall asleep tonight you can move me onto you like you did last night. that way it won't be awkward for me cause i'll be asleep, and you'll still get to wake up cuddling me.", i say meeting him halfway. he smiles, "well now i definitely won't fall asleep before you.", he says. he drops his arm around my shoulder, "i have long arms,nowhere else to put them!", he says holding his free hand up when he sees the look on my face. i laugh, "i'll let it slide this time.", i say turning away from his and shutting off my lamp. i drop to my side and lay facing my bedside table, and feel his body drop flat as well. his arm is still around my shoulder, now trapped underneath my body. i feel the bed shift and turn my head to see he's now laying the same direction as me. i turn back around and let my eyes fall shut. before i can drift off to sleep he whispers, "new girl?". "mm", i say back not fully awake but also not asleep, somewhere in the limbo between them. "i take you on...errands with me tomorrow, yes?", he asks me. "mhm yea sure boris.", i say sleepy. he scooches closer to me, holding me in a spooning possession. i debate scooting away, but decide he's too warm and i'm too sleepy to move. "will be fun i promise.", i hear him say as i drift off to sleep.

i wake up with my face buried in boris shoulder, out body's facing eachother, and my legs wrapped around his hips like i'm a spider monkey. i stay in my possession cursing asleep lucy for putting me in this situation. i try to think of a way to free myself without waking him. i carefully unwrap legs from his body, and lift my arms that are draped across his neck. i slide out of bed carefully and grab my phone. it's 10:30am? i'm suprised mom didn't come upstairs to say goodbye when she left for work this morning, but then again i'm fucking glad she didn't. i make my way to the bathroom connected to my room and just as i walk in my phone falls out of my hand and hits the tile floor. "fuck", i whisper to myself, clenching my teeth and turning around expecting to see boris wide awake. i turn my head and see him laying in the same position he was when i got up, with his mouth open and his eyes closed. huh. i guess boris is a heavy sleeper. noted. i turn back around and close the bathroom door behind me. i'm desperate for a shower. i turn the shower knob up, and take off my clothes, leaving them in a empty box that i unpacked my towels from a few days ago, as a makeshift laundry basket. i step into the shower letting out a long sigh as the warm water hits my face. i take out my body scrub and lather myself down, scrubbing until i feel clean. i wet my hair and massage my shampoo into it almost moaning at how nice it feels to wash all the day old chlorine from the pool out of it. i rinse the studs out of my hair and step out, turning the shower off. i grab two towels from the bathroom closet and dry off my body before wrapping one towel around my body, and one around my hair. i walk over to my sink wiping away the condensation from my mirror and grabbing my toothbrush brush. i brush my teeth as i hum "i feel pretty", that song always gets stuck inside of my head after i watch wss. i place down my tooth brush and open my bathroom door to see boris sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on his Tshirt he must have slung off at some point last night. i toss my phone onto the bed, "how'd ya sleep?", i ask looking around through my boxes for clean clothes to put on. "like a fucking king new girl. i don't even have to put you on me last night, you turn around and cling to me.", he says standing up and sitting right back down after grabbing his shoes from the floor. "i can't control what i do in my sleep.",. i say with a smile and a shrug as i pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top from a box. "turn around.", i tell him, to which he obeys immediately and faces the wall on far side of my bed. i check to make sure he can't see me and grab a pair of pink sparkly underwear from the box. (listen i just moved here, i don't know where all my thongs are so i'll have to settle for my pink granny panties.). i drop my towel and put on my underwear, shorts, and tank top. "alright you can look now.", i say as i take the towel off of my hair. he nods at my outfit with a smile, "let me go home and brush my teeth, then i'll be ready.", he tells me standing up. "ready for what?", i ask him as he walks my bedroom door. i stop him before i can get my answer, "nuhuh, you come in through the window, you leave through the window. thems the rules kid.", i say blocking him from the door with a smile and pointing to the window. he puts on a crooked smile, "fine fine.", he says turning around and walking to the window. "you just want me to leave like tony leaves", he says as he gets to the window. this boy is going to be making west side story's for as long as he may live, mark my words. i smile at him and shrug my shoulders. "we run errands today new girl, you promise you come with last night.", he says climbing out my window. before i can say anything else he's halfway down the latter and humming "maria", (not very on key if i might add). i shut my window and flop on my bed vaguely remembering the promise of running errands with him. i sit on my phone and scroll through twitter for a long moment before a text pops up on my phone.