𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, boris pavlikovsky

three, it's friday, baby

III. CHAPTER THREE
IT'S FRIDAY, BABY

"tell me about leo."

y/n's expression changed. she and boris had been sharing the bed for the last two days, drinking and smoking together, him teaching her russian and her teaching him spanish.

"there's not much to say," y/n shrugged. "he was my best friend, and the first person i fell in love with. he died. i'm alive. nothing less, nothing more."

boris nodded, taking a sip of vodka from y/n's bottle.

"fuck, it's time." y/n suddenly cursed.

"time what?" boris asked while a confused look crept into his eyes.

"it's friday, baby." she reminded him, "we gotta go."

boris nodded, inhaling the last breath of smoke and throwing the cig out of the old, shattered window.

"vamos," he exclaimed, his russian accent roughly constraining the spanish word.

y/n giggled, bopping his freckled nose.
he was so cute, yet so toxic. and she was as well.

y/n abruptly opened the door, boris following her through the corridors and the living room.

megan and jayson were laying on the couch, her legs wrapped around his waist.

megan was barely dressed, and jayson's shirt missed a button.

boris and y/n chuckled, knowing what was going there.

"we're going," y/n announced, "for fuck's sakes, jayson, use protection. i don't want kids playing around."

megan's pale cheeks went red as jayson muttered a "fuck you."

boris quietly laughed and opened the front door, letting y/n exit first.

"after ya, m'lady." he announced as she smirked.

"such a gentleman, boris."

"not in bed, m'lady."

"i hoped to hear this."

jayson and megan rolled their eyes as the door was roughly slammed by boris.

it was nothing new. all that flirting, it became usual- since the previous saturday, they had been playing with each other like this.

...

"hey, tony," y/n waved at a man with grey hair and dark eyes.

"ciao, y/n" tony cheerily greeted her. "oh, this must be your boris!"

"yes, he is." she smiled. "okay, give us the ride you know."

"at your commands, y/n!" Tony exclaimed with a thick italian accent. y/n found it funny.

"thank you, tony." she smiled, hopping into the back seat. "boris. come over here."