NOTHING by bruno major
pairing : young!boris pavlikovsky x fem!reader
warning(s) : underage smoking and drinking .
wrds frm seb! : USER @w-wolfhard FINALLY POSTING FLUFF 😱⁉️ (NOT CLICKBAIT !!!) (NOT FAKE)
IN WHICH a deep conversation with boris turns into a confession .
you and boris were sitting on your roof, a pack of beer and a bottle of vodka on your side, while boris has a cigarette in his hand. you both had shot glasses next to you, empty.
it was late at night, but who gives a shit?
your parents were out of town, leaving your whole house to yourself. your house wasn't all that to fuss about. it was a one story, with a flat roof. which is why you, boris, and theo often hung out there.
"boris, i really enjoy talking to you. like a shit ton." you mumbled, taking a sip of the beer bottle. it went down your throat, the stinging feeling went away a while ago.
"i like talking to you too." he chuckled. he grabbed your shot glass and poored some vodka into it, doing the same to his.
you rolled your eyes, and clinked your glasses together, taking a sip at the same time. you instantly downed your glass, taking a sip of your beer to wash down the strong taste of vodka.
getting drunk on the rooftop probably isn't the best idea, especially since it's 11:37 pm.
the moon shined perfectly on boris, making his cheekbones look fucking majestic. the wind making his hair curly hair move so perfectly. he looked so pretty under the moonlight.
you didn't even notice you were staring at him until he snapped his fingers in front of your face, "you okay?you spaced out." he stated, his accent was thick.
"perfectly fine." you smiled at him. you both sat on the roof, gazing at the sand in the desert. there was nothing to look at in the desert. everywhere is just cacti.
you brought the bottle of beer to your lips, taking another sip of the drink as you continued staring into the desert.
it was quite windy, and of course, you forgot your fucking sweater. how great.
your curled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs.
boris noticed your action, "do you want my sweater?" he offered.
as much as you needed a sweater, you didn't want him freezing, so you shook your head, "i'm fine. thanks boris." you gave him a slight smile.
he just nodded, and took a hit of the cigarette. he slightly leaned his head back and blew out the smoke. you couldn't lie, that was really attractive. i mean, you've had a crush on this boy ever since you met him. and little did you know, he liked you too.
"y/n." boris said. you turned your head to look at him. he looked at you with half lidded eyes.
"yeah? what's up?" you asked him, tilting your head a bit.
"i admire you." he blurted out, turning his to face the night sky, which was gorgeous.
"you admire me?" you raised an eyebrow at him.
"yeah. you make me feel a different way." he shrugged, letting out a sigh.
you chuckled, "what? are you in love with me or something?" you joked, yet didn't laugh.
he shrugged again, "probably."
you were in absolute shock. boris pavlikovsky, your best friend ever since you moved here, is in love with you?
you stayed quiet, not replying to what he said. you didn't know how to reply. of course, you liked him too. how could you not? talking on a daily basis, and having late night talks like these nearly 3 times a week since you've met? basically impossible to not fall in love with him!
you were tired of the silence, so you spoke. "you love me?" you questioned, still in complete shock. he was drunk and high. how did you know it wasn't just the substances speaking?
"i do love you. i have since we first hung out on your roof." he informed, and your eyes stayed wide, your eyebrows still raised. "now my turn to ask,"
you hummed in response, "ask what?"
"if you love me."
"hell yeah, man. i have since i saw you in class that one time." you admitted. "i'm sure i've gone mad, falling in love with you." you sarcastically stated, rolling your eyes.
he smirked at you, and started laughing. you shook your head and chuckled, and soon you started laughing too.
so here it was, two drunk teenagers in love, sitting on the roof, laughing their asses off so much for no damn reason, that they feel their stomachs hurting.
"why are we even laughing?" you asked him, through your fits of laughter. which was not calming down at all.
"i don't know. we said we love each other and now we're laughing maniacs!" he replied, still laughing his ass off.
you both continued laughing harder, tears brimming at your guys' eyes at how hard you were laughing. soon enough, the laughter died down into weak chuckles. you wiped your eyes, and exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
"you're gonna be the damn death of me." you muttered.
"that's love does, eh?" he replied.
you rolled your eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. you both sat on the roof, continuing to drink and smoke. enjoying your time as two teenagers in love.
