Lemon Boy ~ A Yuri Plisetsky X Reader (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

Previously...

"You ok?" I ask, still eying Yuri 2.0 aggressively. "Y-yeah.". "Why don't you go home?
I sigh and reluctantly agree as I walk out of the rink. Well hopefully I won't have an encounter like that again!

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I run into the house and slam the door, panting.
I close my eyes and slowly inhale through my nose, leaning on the door.
My mind almost immediately turns to Yuri.
'Well it's not everyday you come face to face (literally) with a
salty-ass celebrity.' I think as I open my eyes. 'Who does he think he is to beat up his elders? Like, I guess Yuri counts because he is 23 so...'

I push myself off the door and start trudging up the stairs, ready to destroy my snack storage. I turn to Vicktor's room and snake my way through the furniture. When I (finally) get to my door, I walk in and disconnect myself from society.(I bet you forgot the architecture HAH!)

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I hear the door open and close faintly through my earbuds. I was listening to "Rocket Ships" by Cavetown. If there were any more sounds, I didn't hear them. Though, I did hear someone yell ,"HAH?!" from the kitchen.

About fifteen more minutes pass, and faintly I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and into Vicktor's room. I hear a familiar voice yelling at someone. I couldn't tell who they were.

But one thing was for sure:
I knew who the first voice belonged to. And I was praying for my prediction to be wrong. I had caught a few words from the second voice. "Stop, she's, occupied, Yurio."

...Yurio? The door suddenly slams open to show the back side (I'm sorry -Weena) of Yuri Plisetsky. Shit.

He slams the door and turns around. It took him a moment to notice me. I pull out an earbud and raise a brow. "Occupied." I say sarcastically.

He turns around, throws open the door, and begins to yell at Vicktor, who was the person I couldn't recognize by voice. "Why didn't you tell me that this room was occupied?!" He screams, practically making my ears bleed.

"That is what I was trying to say!" He says with a pained expression. Yuri walks out of the room and down the stairs, probably asking about the room situation.

"Sorry about that, (Y/N). He is...easily provoked."
"Oh I know. I met him earlier today."I say, slightly annoyed. Vicktor continues to laugh nervously. "I'm going to go move all my stuff to a futon." I say, exasperated.

I walk back into my room and clean up all the candy wrappers that I left on my bed. I continue to make the bed, take out the trash, take out a rosy pastel colored futon from the closet, and transfer all my stuff to that futon.

I look at my work satisfied. Then the door opens. Yuri walks and says blankly ,"There are no more rooms. We have to share one." Yuri scans the room, which was noticeably cleaner.He then pulls in his suit case in and face plants into the empty bed.

I sit on my futon and lean against the side of the bed.
'Well when life gives you lemons.You make lemonade.' You think as you pull out your laptop.

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"HAH?!" Yuri yells from over your shoulder. I am still sitting by the side of, now Yuri's, bed. He is laying on his stomach on the bed so that his head is just over my shoulder.

I had found this free dating sim on Steam (#NotSponsored)and wanted to make fun of it as much as possible. At this moment, however, you are at a loss for words.

"She...just...depress-" you mumble staring at the screen. You almost want to cry. Yuri looks scarred for life. You go to the menu screen and restart the game, ready to see if you can fix whatever just happened. Wasn't this supposed to be a cutesy anime dating simulator?

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" asked Yuri. "I'm restarting the game.Duh." You say, eyes still glued to the screen.

You try to straighten you back, for you were slumped over your keyboard, but we're interrupted by an enormous pain scaling through your spine.

"Hey, can I sit up there with you? My back is starting to hurt." You look at the bed, yearning for the comfortable pillows to support your spine.

"No. It's my bed." He says rolling his eyes. "Dude, it was my bed before your's. I've already slept in it. And either way, you should give me the benefit of the doubt." I say, attempting to reason. "Bad posture would be bad for my skating."

"You skate?" He asks with fake interest. "Yeah, dumbass.Why do you think I was at the rink this morning?"

Yuri freezes and takes a good look at my face. Realization suddenly clouds his eyes. "That was you?" He says. "Dude, What the fuck, you seriously didn't recognize me?" Yuri is visibly annoyed. I can't tell whether he is annoyed at with me or with himself. Who cares. Not me.

I sigh and ask again , "Can I please sit on the bed with you? The side of this bed is getting increasingly uncomfortable."
After a moment, he reluctantly nods his head, moving to the side to give me room.

I stand up and sit on the bed next to him. The game finally reloaded. I hit start and we continue playing until one of us finally decides to be smart and not give themselves nightmares and go to bed. That was me.

Just as I was drifting off, I hear footsteps going towards the light switch.

Everything went black.