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LAS VEGAS chapter iii. ❝ douche-y frat boy ❞
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It was already an hour into the trip and Juliette and Boris had not shared any more words with each other. Normally Juliette wouldn't mind the silence, but something about Boris (it's either his looks or the fact he's wearing all black, Juliette had thought) that drew her in. Boris's mind was unraveling with thoughts as well; a hot girl! abort! abort! He was screaming at himself, "you have a girlfriend idiot!" But the way her tangerine hair had lit a sparkle in his eye, something Kotku could never do and the way her crystal blue eyes left Boris wanting to stare into them for hours, preserving their beauty—her beauty. He wanted to catch the butterflies she let loose in his stomach and keep them in a jar and curse at himself for falling for another girl. But he couldn't even bare to look at her. What if Kotku finds out? He worried.
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" Juliette asked, turning towards Boris, who for one was already looking at her. "Nothing." "Really now?" Juliette had a small smile on her face. The moment Boris saw that grin, he could've broke down right there in seconds, crumbling to her feet with tears cascading from his eyes. That smile—the grin, it only reminded him of his mother. It reminded him of the days him and her would go shopping together, or when he tried to braid her hair, or the time they laughed so hard they felt like they couldn't breathe. But good memories were never enough; thoughts of him doing drugs to get her out clouded him, the countless nights he spent drunk and crying in his bedroom and the countless nights he tried to kill himself just so he could be with his mother, those are what ruined those happy moments. Her smile turned into a frown, the sparkle in her eye turned into tears and the freckles on her body faded to bruises.
Juliette wiped the tear that sat on the bags under Boris's eye, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You were thinking about something," she said as she pulled her hand away from his face. Boris did nothing but turn the other way, pushing back the thoughts of his mother and replaced them with thoughts of Marlboro's and Jack Daniels.
"So, Boris." Boris hummed in response, not feeling prepared to face the girl next to him. Pushing a piece of stringy hair out of his eyes, he listened to the girl shift in her seat, facing him. "What do you like to do? Like in your free time." His eyes met her crystal ocean hues and answered, "I dunno, get high? Drunk?"
"Seriously? You sound like a douche-y frat boy who got deported from Russia," Juliette laughed, popping another chip in her mouth afterwards. "Don't be mean, Malyshka." Boris smiled, thinking he could actually have a friend for once, after Theo left him all he had was Kotku, and you know how that turned out. "What does that even mean?" "You want me to call you Shlyukha instead?" Boris smirked. Juliette playfully threw a chip at him, but Boris just picked it up from where it landed (on top of his chest) and ate it, making Juliette throw another chip at him. "Stop! Am not a dog!"
"Really look like one," Juliette laughed as she ruffled Boris's hair. He rolled his eyes, taking a chip from her hand and eating it. "Okay, but what do you actually have as a hobby?" "Told ya', get drunk! Is really fun." Juliette rolled her eyes before ignoring his response, "What brings you on this bus?"
"Vegas. Going to see my girlfriend." Boris hated saying that word: girlfriend. She broke up with you Borya! Move on! But who was he kidding? He loved Kotku, but the way he stared into Juliette's eyes made him melt. I don't like her! He yelled at himself. A part of Juliette sank, but she quickly hid it. She didn't even know him for a day and she was already catching feelings. "She going to win the jackpot?" Boris shrugged, he mostly assumed she was going to Vegas to find a new boyfriend, though he remembered that she had family there (an aunt? uncle?) so maybe that was why.
"Why are you here?" "I'm going to try and win the jackpot ... for my family." "Oh wow, that sweet." Boris took a second to respond, quickly a confused and rude expression being scribbled on his face. "Why?" "My family .. we're really poor. Wouldn't your parents mind where you are?" "Parent," he corrected. "My dad won't give a fuck where I am."
"Oh," was all Juliette could force out of her mouth. She has started to connect the dots; one parent, likes to get drunk and high, runs away practically. He had mommy issues written all over him! "Eh, don't feel bad." Juliette nodded and looked at his head, finally noticing the pair of sunglasses that sat on top of the strings he called his hair, the tag hanging of the side.
"The tag." "Eh?" "The tag; its still on the glasses." Boris eyed the white paper that had tickled his ear, only a tiny bit coming into his vision. His eyes were kept on her as she took the glasses off his head and ripped the tag off with her teeth, not wanting to use her hands in case she broke them. Juliette put them back on his head, a small smile forming on her lips.
Moments of silence filled them as Juliette quickly started rummaging through her backpack to find something. The pills; it was all her brain kept going back to. Her addiction was bad but it was her disorder. She knew she didn't actually have multiple personality disorder, her parents made her believe she did and she popped the pills to help with it.
"You shouldn't pop them y'know," Boris spoke. Juliette turned towards him, her face slowly turning red from embarrassment. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her words slightly slurred. "I overdosed once on anti-depressants. Had to go to rehab, not the best." "Oh — but I don't pop pills, I was just looking for my, um .... my pencil! I needed to write something down." Boris nodded, though he could tell that she was popping them just by the way she talked, hell, even breathed. To make the lie believable, Juliette found a pencil and a piece of paper stuffed in pockets of the backpack and wrote stuff down about the hotel she was planning to go to.
The whole time she wrote, concentrating on her words, Boris kept his eyes on her. For he had fallen for the girl he was just planning on using for a hotel room. For he had fallen for a girl other than Kotku.
Night rolled quickly and most passengers were asleep, except Boris and Juliette and maybe a few others. Juliette looked out the window, yawning before turning back to Boris. "I'm going to sleep," Juliette said, wiping away the tear from when she yawned. Boris nodded, watching as she got her jacket and put it over the left side of her body. She let her head fall in the crook on Boris's neck and cuddled up to him, feeling at ease from his smell of beer and a cologne she didn't recognize. Juliette smiled, slowly feeling herself fall asleep, the last thing on her mind being the funny Russian boy she has grown to fall for.
✧∘ ଂ࿐༄✩*.° AUTHORS NOTE
hi everyone! due to recent events (as of 1-27-21) i am removing the face reveal i had in this authors note. thank you for the people who left kind comments, i appreciate them so much <3 now back to the old authors note:
anyGays i hope you guys liked the chapter and i'm so sorry it took so long to publish! don't forget to vote and comment! this was also unedited to feel free to bully me for any spelling mistakes! — aleeya <3
