Finn Wolfhard Imagines (Book 2)

28. Clingy - Boris

I just watched 47 Meters Down with my brother and it SUCKS

Song: Strawberry Shortcake by Melanie Martinez

      

   "Come on y/n!" Theo yells.

   "No!" I yelled back, stomping my foot like a three year old. "I don't want to go!"

   "Fine, it's your loss." He grumbles. I giggled, snatching his glasses. "Hey give me that!" I held them up in the air, laughing as he jumps to get them.

   The door opened to reveal Boris and I quickly raced over to him, throwing Theo's glasses aside. "BORIS!" I jumped on him, kissing his face.

   He laughs, setting me down. "Hey babe. I missed you as well."

   "You better." I smirked kissing him. Boris laughs again, pulling me away. I looked at him, silently asking him what's wrong.

   "I'm gonna head upstairs. Theo can you help me with my stuff?" Boris asked me. I jumped up. "I can help." He shakes his head, telling me that I should relax and let them handle it.

   I sat back down, staring outside. The grey cloudy skies made me dread the day because I just know it'll be a long day.

   My fingers slid across the countertops, hearing loud whispers come from upstairs. What they talking about?

    Curiosity swept across me and I silently made my way upstairs. The whispering becoming louder.

   "Potter, I don't know what to do." Boris hisses. I inched closer, peeking through the door.

   "I don't know either! I don't why you're telling me this. I think you're making a mistake." Theo replies.

    My eyebrows furrowed, what are they talking about? "I need to break up with Y/n. She's clingy, I can't breathe when she's by me." Are you kidding me? "I've been meaning to break up with her for the past couple of weeks but I can't get three words out without her talking nonstop. You need to help me, it's alreadybad enough I'm talking to someone else."

   "Like who!" Theo yells. "I can't believe you're doing this! Are you back with your ex?"

   "God no, it's Danielle."

   "That girl who moved from Kansas a few months ago?" I saw Boris nod and I let out a shaky breath.

    "Y/n is clingy, and Danielle isn't." He says it as if there was no problem and sat down on the bed.

   I spun around on my heel, walking to the guest room. This is what Boris thinks of me? Everything he's done has been lies, bo wonder he's been distance lately. I began to pack all the belongings I had here, storming downstairs. "Clingy? I'm not clingy." I muttered underneath my breath. I grab my shoes, putting them on.

    "Y/n..." I looked up to see Boris at the top of the stairs, staring at me in confusion. "What are you doing?"

   "Leaving." 

   "But you have no where to go." 

    I rolled my eyes, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Like you'll miss me. Apparently I'm too clingy while Danielle isn't." His eyes widen. "Yeah, I heard you. You don't need to worry about my clingy ass anymore." I slam the door behind me, walking down the street. The sun was making sweat beat down my forehead, the heat wave killing me in a minute.

   "Y/n! Wait!" Boris yells after me, running. "Let me explain!"

   "You've explained enough. You should be thanking me for doing you a favor by leaving instead of you breaking things off. These past few weeks has finally opened my eyes. Now I realized that everytime you're not with me, you have your head up Danielle's ass. Boris, just go back home."

   "Not until you come back."

   "No!" I shouted, walking faster. Boris grabbed my wrists but I shook him off. "I don't want to go back."

    "No, I'm sorry for what I said y/n/n. Just come back to the house." He begs, still following me.

   "Boris! Leave me alone. I'm leaving and that's final. I have no where to stay my aunt offered me to live with her in San Diego and I'm going. I'm better off there."

   "Absolutely not!" His voice was now shaking and I chose to ignore it. "You're not leaving me. I won't let you."

   "Why? I don't want to with your alcoholic ass who does drugs all the time. Goodbye." I turned my back on him, feeling his states as he didn't move.

   

I wrote this at three, stopped halfway, and levot stayed untouched for a week. Sllloooppppyyynnneeessass

I'm not doing a part 2. Deal with it. 

   Come to think of it, like 98% of my Boris ones doesn't have a happy ending