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Nikita was crying, screaming to his mom, "I dont wanna go on this stupid trip!"
The teen was dragged by his mom to go on a family vacation for the summer. They said Nikita needed to go outside more often, and that he shouldnt stay at his room, or his friend Artyoms house.
Nikita looked over the train window, his face all teary eyed and wet with snot.
Even though Artyom was an asshole, he would still run towards him, no matter what. And that is what Nikitas gonna do when hes home from this shitty vacation.
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Nikita paced around his hotel room. His family made him a deal that he could get his own separate room, as long as he came with them. He eventually sat on the bed, all tired from stress. Nikita needed to sleep now and wake up early tomorrow for a family lunch.
But no.. Nikita cant just sleep now! He still wanted to call and talk to Artyom! His friend is probably busy, or sleeping at this hour, but he doesnt care!
With that, he grabbed his phone, his hands shaking a little. He hopes Artyom would pick up the phone, or atleast he wakes up from Nikitas call.
"What the fuck are doing calling me at this hour, kita?!" Nikita could hear Artyom groan as he woke up. Nikita let out a sigh of relief as he heard Artyoms voice through the phone.
"Im sorry-.. Artyom..- I couldnt sleep. I just wanted to call you." Nikita laid himself on the soft, white bed, listening attentively for Artyoms response.
"that it? man.. youre so fucking needy!" Artyom was upset. He didnt like being woken up, especially for useless stuff. But it was Nikita who woke him up, so I guess its okay.
"Whatever, hows your vacation going?" Artyom asked, his voice still tired and sleepy.
"It feels like shit..! I still feel sick from the train ride earlier.. I cant sleep either."
Artyom listened to Nikitas annoyed rambling.
"what? you get carsick or somethin?" Artyom scoffed, he knew how much Nikita preferred to stay at home, maybe sleep, play video games.
"I guess..- look..- i just wanna go home.."
Artyom laughed. "go home? where? my house?"
Nikita felt his cheeks suddenly go warm. He did notice he had been going to Artyoms house, waaaay more often.
".. shut up.."
"Whatever, go to bed idiot, its 3am." Artyom scolded him across the phone, then hung up the call.
Nikita sighed. He didnt get a goodnight or something from Artyom, but hearing his voice for the night was okay.
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