𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, boris pavlikovsky

two, fav russian boy

II. CHAPTER TWO
FAV RUSSIAN BOY

"wake up, boris."

the curly haired boy's eyes widened in surprise as jayson shook his arm.

"y/n wants to see us." jayson told him.

"she can wait." boris replied, covering his eyes with the mold-smelling pillow.

"no, i can't." the girl's voice spoke from the treshold.

boris groaned and stood up.

"what?" he asked, noticing y/n staring at him.

"nice boxers," she commented. "however, i'm not keeping you two here for nothing. i need you."

"what do we have to do?" jayson asked.

"you don't have to do anything." y/n clicked her tongue. "sorry, baby, but you're way to innocent to do what i need someone to do. i need boris."

boris raised an eyebrow to show his skepticism.

"what should i do?" he questioned.

"i've a meeting this friday with a man." she explained. he told me to go there alone, but i don't think i should trust him. you look pretty dangerous, so o thought-"

"meeting? he your supplier or something?" boris asked.

y/n nodded. "yeah, but he's a new one. he doesn't know how things work down here."

"okay." boris said.

"thank you." y/n grinned, caressing his cheek for the second time before walking out of the room. "oh, and jayson?"

"what?"

"megan wants to see you." she smirked.

"megan's here?"

"in the living room, waiting for you."

before y/n could finish the sentence, jayson disappeared.

boris chuckled. "megan his girlfriend, yes?"

"yeah," y/n replied, getting close to him. "can you use a gun, boris?"

"yes." he said.

"good." y/n commented. "you're a gift to me, boris. i needed someone new, and here you are."

"i need protection." he whispered.

"i know," y/n chuckled. "don't worry, you won't go to jail. the police here don't wanna arrest addict teenagers, trust me."

"who told you i addict?" boris asked cautiously.

"jayson can't keep a secret," y/n clicked her tongue. "just like can't keep it in his pants whenever he sees megan."

"she must be really pretty," boris commented.