V is for Vicodin

V is for V-Card

I just wanted to note for all of you youngins out there that I am not purposely trying to make two underaged characters engage in sexual activity, but I'm also not going to shy away from it either because it's literally in the book and hinted at in the movie. So I'm merely basing my writing off of their relationship in parts of the book and the whole movie, while developing it myself. Not all of the chapters will be this risqué; some will be innocent, humorous, emotional, or even all three, but some might be a little naughtier than others. Anyway, just beware of that, especially if you are one of my younger readers. I'm not planning for it to get too graphic or smutty or anything. I will say that the sex is definitely more direct than my recent Jopper chapters have been with it, but I'll try and handle it tastefully and stay true to the characters. And also, please keep in mind that I've never written about gay sex before, so I tried my best. I hope I didn't miss the mark here for any of you. It's just that you guys are really important to me and I'd love to hear any feedback you may have. (P.S. For Boris' accent, I will probably put some nonsense words in there every once in a while to spell out phonetically how it would actually sound coming from him.)

When I was 13 years old, I met Boris Pavlikovsky. It was an unlikely friendship that I certainly didn't foresee. In fact, I wasn't expecting to make any friends at all. I wasn't antisocial, but I wasn't outgoing either. Instead, I was stuck being the new kid that everybody felt sorry for once they heard why I ended up in Las Vegas, but Boris was already an outcast- the foreign kid. He had moved around even more than me, so he had been through it all more than once and knew exactly what it felt like to be in my shoes. My dad and Xandra could sense that we were getting closer and were always asking me about what we had in common and what we did together. I never had a good answer, for obvious reasons. Half of the stuff we did together was purely illegal- drugs, stealing, etc.

And often, when my dad and Xandra decided to spend the weekend away together and Boris' dad was tied up at work once again, we would hang out. I don't know what it was about this particular day, but for whatever reason, we were bored out of our MINDS! We tried everything to keep ourselves occupied- we played cards, listened to music, hell, we even counted the ceiling tiles! At first, we were trying to branch out a bit and not just go straight for the drugs, but alas, we couldn't resist the urge and resorted back to our old routine. We hit every drug you could think of, all of the hard stuff, including Vicodin, our drug of choice.

"Do you feel anything?" I asked.

"A littull. You?" he replied softly.

"Nope, nothing. I can't even feel my arms. They feel numb."

"*laughs knowingly* I think eesworking, Potter."

"Oh...Huhahah," I giggled.

"So...Wot now?" asked Boris.

I shrugged. Sure, we got high, but that still wasn't enough. So I started to rummage through Boris' nearly empty fridge, fixing us some snacks and improvising as I went. To be quite honest, I didn't know what a lot of it was, as most of it was in Russian. And then it occurred to me- maybe he could teach me some of the language.

"Boris, I got it!"

"Got wot?"

"Teach me some Russian, that'll give us something to do."

"You wunt to learn Russian?"

"Yeah, why not! It'd be cool to talk to each other during school and have only us understand it."

"You know, thayse not bayd idea, Potter, but lez go to my room...I kind ove wunt to lie down."

"Agreed," I said.

*walks over, opens door, plops on bed*

"So! Wot do you wunt to learn first?" he asked.

"Not sure. Surprise me!" I said.