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It was a cold night.
I'm at Theo's house.
We are drinking beers and fucking around in his room since Xandra is downstair, smoking or whatever she's doing right now. Theo's drunk and too high to be well aware of his doings. We're on the bed, next to each other passing the cigarette around while Popchyk is laying on the blanket that I threw on the floor. He was leaning into my shoulder, holding a bottle of beer in his free hand as the other one was holding a cigarette. I can't help but stare at him, his lips, his hands, his face-
"What?" He spoke, breaking the awkward silence between us.
I didn't reply or anything, I wasn't planning to either. Too focused on Theo's lips to care about what he needs to say. 'I'm sorry for this, Potter' I thought to myself before my hands grabbed his chin and pulled him closer, our lips crashing at each other. I kissed him, softly, trying to be as professional as I can because he knew how many people I had kissed before so he definitely sees me as a good kisser. It tooks him around 4 seconds(?) to realize what I was doing. He hesitantly kissed me back, he put the cigarette down on the nightstand before he placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. As the kiss was getting more and more sloppy, a knock on the door can be heard with the following words:
"Boris? Your father's here." Xandra's voice can be heard from outside. My blood ran cold as she said my father is here.
Theo quickly pulled away immediately, he looked at me, shocked and confused since we both thought he is still at work by now. I looked back at him, still confused but managed to reply:
"I- uh yeah am going down now!" I spoke, trying to be loud enough so Xandra could hear. "Stay here, Potter" I whispered to him before I sat up and went to open the door to get downstairs.
I could see my father, waiting at the door, mumbling something I couldn't quite hear. As I walked down, he stared at me. It was confusing, was it anger? Sadness? I didn't know.
"Борис, иди домой. Твои тетя и дядя здесь." He spoke. Oh. So that's why. My father never really ever liked my aunt and uncle.
He finds them rather annoying, well so do I. I disliked them, they used to hit me a lot, but in their conscious mind, unlike my father.
"я могу пойти домой завтра?" I questioned. "раз уж у нас с Тео сегодня ночевка?" I tilted my head, wanting to stay here as long as I could to avoid the two people.
"нет. они хотят видеть вас, сейчас." My father sighed. How shitty. I have no other choice now, I have to go.
"позвольте мне сначала попрощаться с моим другом, вы можете идти домой первый отец" I spoke, my head gesturing to upstairs.
My father nodded and went out, I ran upstairs to Theo's room. I went inside, seeing Theo chugging down a bottle of beer on the bed, waiting for me.
"Potter. My aunt and uncle here, can't stay. Need back home" I can see his face saddened, breaking my heart everytime that happens. "Will go back here tomorrow, but don't go to my place." I faked a smile to comfort him.
He went over to me and hugged me, his arms tight against my waist. I hugged him back, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek before running outside, back to my home.