Boris' point of view
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'𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐭 way they do?' I thought to myself as I made my way to y/n's home
'Do bird eat chickens nugget?' I wonder.
I knock on y/n's door, and she immediately answers.
She's so kind to me. I love her much.
"Hello bubba" I say with confidence, knowing that I won't be able to spell it wrong if I'm speaking.
"Hi, Pavsky" she smiles at me.
Pavsky.. I like that nickname..
Kinda sounds like my last name..
wait, it is my last name.
Pav (likov) sky
Smart one, y/n.
"Pavsky.. the way you say it sounds beautiful." I compliment, earning a smile.
"Thank you, Boris." She says.
"So what the plan?" I ask.
"You're the one who came here, I thought you had a plan." She said.
"Beer?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"No, Boris!" She furrows hers.
I tap my nose twice and smile.
"What..?- No!" She laughs at me.
"Can't we just watch Netflix or something?" She suggests.
"..Netflix?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"How about twister?" I ask.
"You've asked me this before, Boris. I dOnT hAvE tWiStEr." She says.
I shrug and smile, as I kiss her cheek and jump down on her living room couch.
"Borriiiiissss.. dont destroy my couch." She blushes and sits next to me.
"Don't worry, y/n. Couch is indestructible." I smile, hoping I reassured her.
She just shakes her head, smiles, and grabs the remote to the TV.
"What should we watch?" She asks.
"Something about murder!" I perk up.
"W H- Boris- no" she looks at me from the corner of her eye.
"Oh, please. Stop speaking italics and start speaking bold! How come you never do things I do? Never like things I like?" I ask, getting a little frustrated.
"We don't need to be completely the same, Boris. I don't like what you like because what you like is bad. Like, really bad. And not something teenagers should be doing." She tells me.
"Well, I'm not like other teens." I debate.
"Trust me, you're like most teens in this world. More teens than you could imagine." She says.
"Then why do you like me? If I'm just like everyone else?" I ask, hoping for a sappy answer.
"Because, Boris.. you're not like anyone I've met before. You're my best friend. And you might not believe me, but.. I lo-" She gets cut off by crunching sounds.
"Hm?" I say with my mouth full of chips.
"..Nothing, Pavlikovsky.." she looks down.
"Nothing at all."
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ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ.
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