can i be close to you ~ boreo

part four

boris and i walked back to my house, but of course not without boris bringing his umbrella because of the heat.

it was silly, at least i thought so, but it was actually pretty useful and effective.

the walk back was long and we didn't talk to each other. it felt pretty awkward, but it was better than us not being together at all.

popchyk awaited us at the front door whenever we walked in. he seemed more thrilled to see boris more than me, which made sense because he just saw me twenty minutes ago, and also because boris fed him more.

boris payed some attention to popchyk while i went to sit on the couch. i watched them bond a little before boris saw me waiting.

he smiled a small grin and started walking over towards me. i could feel my cheeks getting hot. why, i don't know. or maybe i did, and i just kept denying it. there's no way i could've said how i felt.

i watched him as he came over and sat beside me. i expected him to say something, but nothing. he just stared at the tv, turned off, straight ahead of us.

should i say something? yes. do i know what i should say? no. i was at a dead end, but the silence was killing me.

"i'm.. i'm sorry..." i simply said to him. he looked over at me.

"eh?"

"about yesterday. i.. i actually wasn't okay but i didn't want to tell you why." boris chuckled and shook his head.

"i know you didn't mean it, potter." i furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"what do you mean? then why'd you act so sad and leave?"

"because i was. but doesn't matter, i knew you weren't fine but i didn't want to make it worse, so i left!" i felt weights come up off my shoulders.

but i was also a little embarrassed, i guess. i basically apologized for no reason. it was worth it, though, because now we weren't quiet anymore.

we shared thoughts, and had random conversations, until we finally decided to turn the tv back on.

it was already on the show that i was watching before i went to talk to boris.

"you were watching the andy griffith show?" (i chose a random show sorry) boris questioned, lightly laughing. i didn't know that's what the name was until boris said it.

"yeah, i guess?" boris bumped his shoulder into my arm.

"i love this show!" he announced. i found it rather boring, but if boris would shut up and watch it than the andy griffith show it was.

"yes boris, i know that." i replied, laughing. he giggled and stared at the tv with such interest it made me smile.

popper came over bouncing along with his fluffy self. boris picked him up and set him on his lap. i watched popchyk enjoy the attention he was getting from boris.

he didn't take his eyes off the tv, which amazed me. i started watching the show with him. it wasn't too long after a word was said that boris didn't know.

"sheriff..." he repeated out loud.

"boris how the fuck do you not know what a sheriff is?" i asked him aggressively, but playfully. he grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

"i've come to report a murder!" boris quoted. i knitted my eyebrows at his dumbness.

"you report murders to sheriffs? would you not report them to police?" i pushed him over and started laughing so hard i thought i might cry.

"you dumb fucker!" i yelled when i finally caught my breath. "they're the same thing!!" then boris began laughing with me.

"ah! i see. but that makes no sense. why not just call them all police?"

"i don't know, ask whoever invented the english language that" i replied. he lightly chuckled.

we continued watching the old show for another twenty or thirty minutes until boris got hungry.

"i'm hungry" he said allowed. popchyk somehow knew what that meant and thought he was gonna get food.

"me too. wanna order a pizza?" i asked him.

"they don't deliver out here, potter. remember?" i rolled my eyes.

"yeah but remember that one day xandra was able to get someone to deliver the pizza? i'm sure it'd possible..." boris stood up and stretched.

"i don't know. you can try though." he walked into the kitchen and opened my fridge. i knew exactly what he was looking for.

before he could even open his mouth i responded.

"no boris, i don't want a beer."

"what?" he asked like i just asked him a math question he didn't know how to do. "why not?"

"because i don't. you shouldn't drink one either. you've had so many already!"

"so what? one beer never hurts!"

and then there i was, right next to him. drinking a beer