Continuing Finn Imagines

Company- Boris Pavlikovsky

"So, y/n? Where are you spending summer break?" My friend asks. "Probably just at my place. Maybe hang with Boris and Theo." I respond. "Your going to hang out with Boris? I can see you and Theo hanging out together but Boris?" My friend asks again. "Yes I am. And you have to give the whole 'oh my god it's Boris!' Thing. He's my boyfriend and you can't do anything about that." I respond.

The last period bell rings indicating school is out and summer is in. I walk out the doors and notice my boyfriend Boris is sitting under a tree, and a book in hand. "Didn't know you could read there Bor!" I yell. He looks up, and puts the book down. He stands up and opens his arms out for a hug. "Privet devochka!" (Hello babygirl according to google translate)  "Hey babe." I say, looking up at him. He looks down and pulls me into a kiss.

"Hey no kissing!" A teacher yells. Boris pulls away, picks up his book, and flips off the teacher. He then grabs my hand and we start running.

After we stop, Boris pulls out a pack of cigarettes and takes one out. He lights it, and takes a deep breath of it. Then passes the stick to me, and I do the same. "My house?" He asks.  "Isn't your dad home?" I ask. He nods a 'no'. "He died? Finally!" I say sarcastically. "No." Boris laughs. "He went to Chicago." He said. I look at him confused. "He met woman there. He's hooking up with her." Boris said. "Oh." I nod.

"How long?" I ask. "2 months." He responds. "Damn. Must be nice then." I say. "Ha! Yeah." He chuckled.

"You know, I can keep you company if you want?" I ask. "Ok." Boris says.

My parents are kinda absent, so they wouldn't care much. We walk to my house, I drop my bag off, and grab a suitcase. Boris sits on my bed and watches. "Can I help pack?" He asks. "Sure." I respond

Boris stands up, and looks in my closet. He pulls out a some pants and a few shirts.

After packing, we walk to his house.

I set my suitcase down and lay on his bed, and grasp onto one of his few pillows. My face snuggles into the pillow. "Smells like you" I comment. "Bad or good thing?" He asks. "Good." I say. "Good then." He responds.

This will be an amazing summer.