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CHAPTER TWELVE→ TWO LESS LONELY PEOPLE
( trigger warning. )
boris is chewing his food obnoxiously loud- while at the same time managing to bite at his gnawed fingernails. it's a habit I've noticed he does when he's eating without much thought. i silently nibble on a fry, agonisingly slow- but only because my mind is wandering.
"you going to drink that?" he asks with his dark eyebrows raised, gesturing towards my soda.
"no." i mumble.
he nods, reaching over the table and grabbing it. he bites down on the straw after he takes a sip. "you haven't eaten anything! bloody waste of food."
"im not hungry." i grunt, slouching down in the shiny booth seats. i hate this diner. the waitress is always flirting with boris (granted she probably doesn't notice he's only sixteen).
boris takes another sip, and ruffles his hair as he exhales impatiently. "do you want to go home?"
i look up at him, through my unkept hair that is falling over my eyes. "yes."
i find it odd that when he refers to 'home' he usually means my house.
"alright. got any money?" he asks, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth.
i roll my eyes. "when do i ever bring money with me."
"good point." he states, licking his fingers. he looks at me, then down at our food. i know exactly what he's thinking. he leans close, narrowing his eyes.
"my ne budem platit'. prosto ostavit'." (we wont pay. just leave.)
i nod, understanding his russian perfectly. i snatch one last fry into my mouth. "khorosho" (okay)
he nods, his hair shaking over his eyes gently as he stands up with one hand extended out to me. i grab his cold and callused hand, as he helps me out of the booth, glancing around to make sure nobody is looking.
just as i pull his hand to leave, he quickly snatches the soda, hiding it beneath his jacket. "come on."
and with that, we bolted out of the diner- hand in hand and laughing hysterically as boris spills the soda all over his jacket and the sidewalk as the waitress hollers at us furiously.
*
we now lay on the worn carpet of boris' bedroom, with orange peels and beer bottles strewn around us.
