Continuing Finn Imagines

Cake- Boris Pavlikovsky

Today is Boris' 16th birthday. Now, because I'm broke, I can't afford a car. Which he probably wouldn't want anyways, and also he can't drive yet, I got him a double chocolate cake, a few packs of cigarettes, a bottle of his favorite vodka, and a few other things. I hope he likes them.

I carry the few heavy bags and hold the medium sized cake in the other hand.
I called Theo over to celebrate too.

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Theo says he is going to meet me at the street corner. He too, got Boris some presents.

I see a small figure walk up towards me. It's Theo.

"Hey! Ready to give Boris the best night ever?" He asks.
"Hell yeah!"
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We both crawled to the window of Boris' house. His father seems to be sleeping. Probably, well, most likely drunk and passed out. 

I peer into the window. Boris, too is asleep. I go in first, and take in all the presents and cake. Then, I hull Theo in.

"Wake him up!" Theo whispers.

I walk to the small bed and touch Boris' shoulder. "Love. Wake up!"

I watch his dark eyes flutter open. "Hello printsessa.....Potter." Boris nods.

Theo waves. "What is you doing here?" Boris asks.

"Well, we couldn't forget your birthday, soooo..." I say holding up the cake. "Happy birthday!"

Boris looks at me wide eyed. "I brought forks too." Theo states. "Give." Boris urgently got a fork and dug into the cake. "Mmmmmm, chocolate. My favorite!" Boris excites.

I smile and giggle at the brown haired boy as he ate his cake.
I look over at Theo. He's smiling too.

"What?" Boris asks.

"Nothing. Watching you look adorable. That's all" I say.
"Eat!" Boris says.

Me and Theo take a fork and dig in too. We spend a few hours just cheesing over the chocolate mess we made.

I looked over to Theo, and put frosting on his nose. Boris did the same, but with an actual piece of cake.

We all laughed.

"We have presents honey." I say.
Theo goes first. He pulls out some beers, cigarettes, and a few shirts.

Then I pull out the bottle of vodka, cigarettes, and some CD's of bands Boris likes.

By the end of the mini party, it was now almost 4 in the morning.

"You guys go. My father will wake up soon" Boris says. We hide the vodka and beers and cigarettes under his bed, throw away the cake container in the dumpster outside, clean up the mess.

"Happy birthday man"
"Thank you Potter."
Boris hugs Theo.
I walk over to Boris.
"I love you crackhead."
"I love you too." He reply's.

Boris pulled me into a passion kiss, and then give a big hug.

"Happy birthday, mon amour." I say.
"Thank you my babe."

Me and Theo then walk back home.

Happy birthday to my love, Boris.

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(French: Mon amour- my love)