stay
with me
RUSSIAN TRANSLATIONS IN THE COMMENTS!!!
today was the day y/n would be discharged, of course she was excited to finally attend a school and have her own bed, maybe even have a boyfriend.
that boris, he was super attractive. y/n hadn't felt like that since her first ever boyfriend, lucas sinclair. that lasted about a week, literally.
y/n was in rehab for a year and almost a half, for what you maybe wondering?
let's get back to boris now..
sitting in his small apartment, he lit a cigarette, puffing it lightly and blowing the smoke out his window. he looked over to theo, who was laying on boris's bed sleeping peacefully. boris remebered how hard the beds where at the rehab he stayed at. poor kid boris thought
boris remembered the girl he talked to yesterday. he bit his lip even thinking about her. but hell does she need to clean herself up before he even thinks about hitting that. boris was a manwhore, but not that much of one.
when would they meet again? boris thought. the suspense killing him/the idea of not seeing her again.
maybe i'll pay a visit to the rehab place
boris thought
"no, идиот" he said aloud. theo must have heard him because he groaned
"boris shut up you russian fuck." theo groaned.
boris jumped onto the boy, shaking him violently
boris pov
"что это было за Тео?" i say spitting in his face while laughing
he giggles and pushes me off him
"idiot" theo says
"right back at you" i laugh laying back into the bed.
a sudden somberness fell through us.
"hey, so crazy thing" i say, the thing sounded more like a 'ting'
"mhm?" theo said rolling over to face me
"i met a girl- i know what you're going to say. her name is y/n. she's extremely pretty" i say, the sight of her in my mind made me smile. i remember the weak smile she gave.
"you met her at a rehab center? boris-" theo started
"she was there for her father. she didn't look super great though." i cut theo off.
theo nods his head.
the sun peaks through the window, boris puffs his cigarette. blowing a perfect ring.
y/n pov
when i was discharged, my dad decided to take me shopping
"what's your opinion on me going into junior year?" i say nudging my father as he drives.
"what do you mean?" he asked
"boyfriend... what's your opinion on that?" i giggle
"i feel like you should focus more academically before you even think about a boy." my dad says seriously.
i cross my arms angrily.
"you should have focused on your parenting and i wouldn't even be in this situation right now." i say to
him, changing my tone from happy, to upset.
the car goes silent. i look over at my father, who's keeping his eyes on the road.
"why am i here? dad?" i say attempting not to cry
he keeps silent
"you. because you didn't give two shits about me!" i say.
he nods his head. my dad doesn't seem remorseful at all.
"watch your tone with me. i'll send you back, you know i'll do it" he says threateningly. i closed my eyes and let a tear fall out.
"i'm gonna walk to a friends house after the store" i say. he nods his head. same old same old.
time skip after the store
i walk to my friends house, her name is beverly. a nice redheaded girl, i loved bev. she helped me through everything. i thoughtd id surprise her by coming with a bunch of food such as: cheetos, ramen, takis, pocky, and a bunch of soda.
i knock on her door, she opens and nearly screams. i drops my bags and hug her tight
"i-i missed you so much! i'm so glad your back!... just in time too.." she says suspiciously. i look at her confused and she drags me inside the house.
she sits me down on her bed and i show her the food i got
"that's great but tonight's there's a party at steve harrington's house!"
"isn't he like, 21?" i ask confused
"exactly.. he can buy drinks" she says facepalming
"umm.. sophia i don't know if you forgot but i just got out of rehab. for pills." i say confused
"yes i know i know! but that's why you'll be watching over me!" bev says. i roll my eyes
"bev. you have no idea what you're doing to me" i groan.
"please" she puts her hands in a praying gesture.
"i absolutely hate you." i say. she jumps up and down saying "yay" and "thank you thankyou thankyou!!"
i roll my eyes. i realize i brought no clothes. i look at what i'm wearing now. bev throws two outfits at me
(u guys can choose owo •3•)
i place one of the outfits on, admiring myself in the mirror. i brush my hair with my hands.
"you look so good." bev comes up behind me and hugs my waist
"so good?" i ask to confirm
"so... good.." bev trails off.
bev wears the other outfit.
time skip to the party
bev drives us to the party, we pull up to the harrington house, we gaze from the outside, the pool glowing in the dark night. i bite my lip. bev ruffles my hair as she jumps out of the car. i get out following close.
5 minutes in and bev has already abandoned me. i look around, looking for familiar faces. none.
i walk over to get a drink, a sprite. i open it and i hear footsteps behind me. i sip on the beverage i hadn't had in a few months.
"that's not how you're supposed to drink it принцесса" i hear a familiar voice say, they come up behind me, grabbing the sprite and pouring it into a cup with vodka
i spin around
"well isn't it y/n, how are you doing?" the boy says
"boris! hey.. um what did you say?" i ask sipping on the sprite and vodka he made, almost gagging
"how are you doing? oh no you mean принцесса. of course, it means princess" he says, his russian accent thick when he says- whatever he just said. my heart fluttered.
"you look different. nice" boris says, swaying to the beat of the music.
"thank you,, i uh did something different. i slept" i laughed, he smiled at my joke.
"so what do you say we exchange numbers?" he asked. i nod my head, writing it down and stuffing it in his coat pocket. he looks down at the ground, then back up at me and smiles.
"so do you come from russia?" i ask
"hmm?" boris says, unable to hear me over the music. i repeat it and he still can't hear me
"why don't we get a few drinks, go upstairs" he smiles at me. i nod my head hesitantly and follow him up.
we're sitting against the bed on the floor.
he is getting drunk i can tell, so i pour my drinks into his, i really can't drink.
"and the funniest thing is, the american whore expected a tip!" he laughs uncontrollably. boris looks as he's going to pass out. all of a sudden he leans past me and pukes. i hold his long curly hair back. just a bit of vomit gets in his hair. i tap the back of his back.
"you okay boris?" i ask him
"mmmmmm" he groans.
oh shit. i'm gonna have to lug this man down the stairs. i face palm looking at the boy. hes about 6 feet tall and lanky and shit.
"i'm sorry" boris says sadly
"it's okay buddy.. it's okay.. um do you have a car"
"mm yes i tink" he says looking in his pocket pulling out keys.
"my car is black convertible" boris said.
i drag his arm down the stairs, earning an oof every single stair he falls down.
people look at me weirdly, then look down at the boy i'm pulling and they nod in reassurance. i probably wasn't the first girl to do this. i thought to myself.
i eventually find the correct car by clicking the emercgency button. i lug him into the back seat, clicking his waist in, considering his laying down it won't do much.
i drive to the address he gave to me when we exchanged numbers. i get him inside: slowly and look around.
it was a nice apartment, a little cluttered but i didn't mind.
i sit him on a couch to rest and so i could sit for a second.
i look around, a note on the glass coffee table that read
"went to hang with hannah
-theo ["tEo"]"
i giggle to myself. he begins to wake up
"oh you're awake" i say softly
"ебать мою голову стучит!" he says holding his head
"head?" i ask, he nods. i pop an ibuprofen in his mouth and pour some cold water in afterwards, i touch his jaw and he swallows it and looks at me.
"красивая женщина" i look at him and furrow my eyebrows.
i touch his cheek with my thumb
"go to sleep" i say. a few minutes later i attempt to get him up the stairs, eventually i get him up. i search for a bathroom, when i find one i run a shower. he's so blacked out to give a fuck about me undressing him.
i unbutton his jacket, revealing a cat shirt. i giggle as i yank it off him. i'm not gonna lie, after not seeing a boys body for so long, i did look.
i pulled his black jeans and his tattered vans off and lug him into the shower.
"ебать девушку!" he wakes up and says. the boy attempts to fish something out of his jean pockets, he looks down at his naked body, then looks at me
"hellllooo y/n" he attempted to sound cute. i turn the coldness up and he screams
"fuck girl!" he says pushing his hand on my face, his hand it really wet so i attempt to push it away and he intertwines our fingers
"where is my dear teo?" he says giggling
"said he was out with some hannah chick. left you a note big boy." i say pushing his shoulder
"can i have a cigarette" he says slurring the 'ciga' part.
"no it's wet." i say not realizing what i truly just said
"not the only thing that's wet кукла" he says quite seriously.
i bite my lip sub consciously. my body aches in desperate need of attentions.
i shake my head. he's back asleep.
i turn the water off and grab a towel to wipe him off. i try my best to get him out without hurting him, although i'm sure i bruised his elbow. i look through his drawers for some clothes. i find a black t-shirt and some blue plaid boxers.
i yank him into the bed, pulling his shirt on. i'm about to pull his boxers on when i catch myself staring at.. you know what! it's so big.. i don't understand how he even wears pants.
i pull the boxers on when his eyes flutter awake. i stand up as quickly as i can
"oh i see принцесса" he says biting his lip. by time this has went down i've covered him with a blanket. boris looks me up and down noticing the wet shirt, you could see my bra through it. he looks into my eyes seductively.
"stay with me" his voice laced with tipsyness
i look down at the ground, and then the bed. then at my wet clothes.
"there are clothes in my drawer, you're welcome to put some on" boris winks. this isn't exactly how i thought our first night together would be,, not that i thought there would be one but- whatever.
i flip through the drawers. i end up deciding to wear some boxers (i had underwear on! it's just too damn hot to wear sweatpants) and a long cream shirt.
i put the clothes on, they are huge. they smell like cigarettes and strong colon. i melt at the smell of it.
boris smiles at the sight of me in his clothes
"pretty girl" he says as i'm about to get into the bed, he touches my hair.
boris pats the spot next to him. i get in the bed with him and turn my head the other way. i shoot bev a text,
bev
hey bev, i'm kinda in a weird situation, can't drive you home. hope you understand.
i close my phone and attempt to sleep. i roll over and look at boris. he's already fast asleep.
end of chapter
i hope you enjoyed!! i'm so excited about writing a boris fanfiction!