𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, boris pavlikovsky

one, cheeky girls and new beds

I. CHAPTER ONE
CHEEKY GIRLS AND NEW BEDS

he felt the cold wind on him, stabbing the pale skin of his face with cold that felt like tiny little knives.

boris rubbed his arms, the cold air hitting him like a truck.

"you cold, huh?" his friend jayson lukewarm asked from behind him.

boris shrugged. "yah. is cold here." he spoke.

"resist a little more," jayson told him. "we're almost there."

boris sighed. "where the fuck is this george?"

"y/n," jayson corrected him. "george is her last name. be kind with her. she'll protect us."

boris nodded.

"okay."

they didn't say anything more until they got to a old house with cracks on the grey walls.

"this is her house?" boris asked skeptical.

jayson nodded. "she hides in here."

boris nodded, and followed jayson as he made his way into the crackhead house.

"y/n?" jayson called. "y/n, are you here?"

"upstairs," a man spoke. he had a weird expression on his face and his words were slurred. boris thought- no he knew - that man was high.

jayson thanked the man and grabbed boris' hand.

"she'll protect us," jayson reassured.

"you said it too much times." boris replied.

jayson chuckled at his grammar. "c'mere." he told boris.

the boy followed him until they got to the second floor. there was a bunch of people with bags full of weapons and other things boris could easily recognise.

"y/n?" jayson called again.

a girl with (your hair color) turned to face who spoke.
she had a tired look on her face, and the jacket she was wearing was way oversized on her petit figure.

"lukewarm?" y/n whispered and jayson nodded.

"i thought you were in iowa with your aunt," y/n said.

"yeah, i came back," jayson shrugged. "top secret."

"u-huh." y/n nodded. "i understand. who's this guy behind you?"

"this is boris," Jayson announced, grabbing the curly haired boy and placing him in front of y/n.

"and why are you two here, may i ask?" y/n asked, crossing her arms on her chest.

"we want your protection." jayson confessed.

y/n chuckled. "since when you need my protection?"

"you are respected." boris pointed out.

"oh, so the boy speaks!" y/n exclaimed faking a enthusiastic tone. "your accent is weird, where are you from?"

"places." boris replied.

"a-ah." y/n nodded. "well, you two can have that room. it's near the bathroom, but it's away from my business, so it's okay."

"business?" boris asked.

y/n looked at him mischievously. "you're not here to be a snitch and put me in jail, right?"

boris immediately understood y/n was bluffing. she was playing with them, as if they were a baby's new favorite game.

"you a drug dealer?" boris spoke unsurely.

y/n walked towards him and bopped his nose.

"ding, ding, ding!" she giggled. "but do not tell everyone, shall you?"

jayson rubbed boris' shoulders.

"he's quiet, don't worry." he reassured.

"a-ah. 'kay." y/n caressed boris' cheek.

she was acting so cheekily, and he liked it.

"well, let me show your room, then." y/n continued. "let's go, shall we?"

she guided them to a small room with cracks on the brown walls. the beds' linens smelled like mold.

"what the fuck?" jayson yelled. boris rolled his eyes. that boy was way too used to his aunt's house, with white sofas and perfume of roses everywhere.

boris shrugged. "is not so bad."

he'd seen worse.

jayson scoffed. "whatever."

"tell me about y/n." boris demanded. he liked her, the way she acted, the way she looked, the way she seemed to have the power in those little hands.

"she comes from [your original country], but she never told anyone about her family. her mom was a prostitute and her dad beat them, I guess. however, she ran away with some guy named leo, that's why she curses in spanish sometimes." jayson chuckled. "she's the boss here. she manages everything. everything, you hear me?"

boris nodded.

"where is leo?" he asked.

"he overdosed." jayson sighed. "y/n didn't cry at his funeral. she never cried, never saw her in all those years i've known her."

"leo was her boyfriend?" boris questioned.

"i dunno, maybe." Jayson nodded his head no. "she always said they were friends."

boris nodded.
he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the smoke and blewing it out.
then, he raised his head and clenched his jaw, as if what he was going to say was super important or solemn.

"i am tired." he finally spoke, making jayson chuckle to himself.

boris finished smoking his cig, and once he threw it under his new bed he fell asleep.

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