V is for Vicodin

Abstinence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

Hi guys! Things have been hectic lately and I was a little less pleased with this one at first, so I was putting it off, but now I think it's pretty cute. This one's a shorter chapter, but the title will definitely look familiar to my Mileven in Heaven fans, wink wink. That is purposeful as I thought this would be a fun nod to the finale chapter title "Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder," while having the pun of it also pertain to the actual subject matter in the current chapter :) Also, can we talk about how the vodka's like Mileven's M&Ms?! AHHH! Anyway, hope you enjoy this one, guys!

The next day at school, after the World War III of double dates, Boris and I sat at the different lunch tables for the first time since we first became friends. Usually, he insisted on sitting with me so much that he'd drag Kotku along too, tearing her away from her friends, but my, how the tables have turned! Now he was all buddy-buddy with her crackhead, and I mean actual crackhead, friends, sitting with them instead. And it's not like Arabelle was going to sit with me either because we had different lunches and were still on a break at that point. I started to feel like a lonely island or like I had been diagnosed with some deadly disease and this was my quarantine. Maybe I'm being way too dramatic in saying that, but I couldn't stand his silence and couldn't stand not knowing what it meant even more. So I did something about it.

In Civics, you could cut the tension with a knife. There was always tension between us, but usually it was the good kind, the exciting kind. Then I remembered that we'd both be stuck in detention together after school for something we had done months before and gotten in trouble for. Luckily I had already come to school with a plan and by the time detention came around, I went through with it.

"You still not talking to me?" I asked.

"Wot do you think?" he said, giving me a look.

"Well, are you still mad at me?"

"Are you steel mad at me?"

I sighed heavily.

"Thayse wot I thought," he said.

So I did what I had to do. Luckily, no one ever really paid much attention to me, so I so casually and discretely pulled a flask filled with vodka out of my jacket pocket and filled my water bottle with it. Then I offered it to him, saying:

"Truce?"

"Oh, Potter, you bayd, bayd boy! That's impresseev, even for you."

"Do you accept?" I asked with a smile.

"Do I accept? HA!"

"Glad to have you back, man," I said, patting him on the back.

"You know, Kotku's not here today. She must've deetched."

"Ah. I was wondering why she wasn't in here with us."

"I deedn't mean deetched detention, asshole!" he said, laughing and nudging me. "I'm just saying I think she cut class."

"Well, it's only a matter of time before she ends up in here!"

I didn't like Kotku, but even though I couldn't feel sorry for her given what she was like, no one deserved to go through what she had. Sure, Boris may have lived on the streets with his friends back in Ukraine whenever his dad was drunk and his home was no longer a safe place for him, but Kotku, on the other hand, was left with no choice after her mother's boyfriend started molesting her. She slept in doorways, begged for change, blew guys for money, was even out of school for a while, but found the strength to come back and finish after rumors started to spread. But I guess I kind of understood Boris' infatuation with her. It was the same one I had had with Pippa, chasing after someone who had been through what I'd been through.