In which a sad girl and an abused boy meet and learn that not everything is bad.
"I'll call you when the party's over"
{{Boris Pavlikovsky x Female oc}}
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Fern walked into the lunchroom, looking around looking to find somewhere to sit. If she was in California, she go and sit next to Mack and Lydia in the back of the lunchroom, smiling and laughing at all the stupid jokes they would say. She smiled remembering the memory. She never thought those moments were that big of a deal but now they were the only things she had left.
She walked around until she saw an empty table, she quickly sat down and opened her paper bag. She took out her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with more peanut butter and jelly and bit into it. It tasted like home her mom would make her a PB and J everyday.
She suddenly heard a loud sigh and looked up to see a boy sitting down a few spaces away from her. She looked at him and admired his features. His curly, long black hair that covered most of his face, he had skin as pale as a ghosts. He looked like a real life Tim Burton character, but the thing that looked the most intriguing was the purple swollen eye on the left side of his face. His lips were swollen and in need of chapstick, the dried blood sticking to his lips.
"May I help you?" The boy asked in an accent that Fern couldn't truly tell what it was. She looked down at her fingers.
"No sorry." She replied simply.
She continued to eat and think about the boy, why was she so invested in him it wasn't like she would see him again.
She continued to look down.
She looked back down, thinking of what she was going to do tonight. End all the pain once and for all.
Boris stood behind the school, a smoke in his right hand taking a drag every once in awhile. 'God, your such a fucking idiot Boris, tell Kotku your sorry' he finished the last of his cigarette and headed back inside.
He walked into the lunchroom and scattered the place for the blond. After looking for what felt like forever he found her. Leaning her head on a brunette boy's shoulder laughing. Then she leaned over and kissed the boys cheek. Boris felt his body go cold, he felt his heart break like a window when you throw a ball through it. He felt a warm tear go down his cheek and then he felt more and more.
How could she do this? He loved her, didn't she love him? Then it all came out like an ocean wave crashing towards the sand. She never loved him, but he was too blind to see that. He walked over to a table, where a girl sat.
He sat down and immediately felt eyes on him. He looked up to see the girl looking at him. Her big blue eyes, were staring into his, her long hair combed messily and one side of her jean jacket fell off her shoulder revealing a white tank top underneath. She was pretty. Really pretty, but Boris was too upset to notice.
"May I help you?" He asked trying not to sound like he had been crying. She looked down and replied with a no and a quick apology.
He looked away, thinking of what he was going to do tonight. End all the pain once and for all.
A/N They finally met but their gonna meet again :)
