chapter seven <3

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boris pavlikovsky

it was rash decision, yes, but it does not matter. my father would barely even notice if i had gone off, and he probably would not care much either way. im nervous, im a bit terrified actually, im not sure what of though. there's nothing to be afraid of anyways, i have potter and popchyk

i ended up being awoken by potter shaking me. i had ended up leaning on his shoulder at some point during my apparently deep sleep

"boris, wake up"

he said, shaking me and trying to wake me. i sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, looking out the window of the taxi. it was very, very dark out. potter pushed my shoulder a bit and that was my cue to get out of the car

i grabbed my things from the floor of the vehicle and opened the side door, the vegas heat still very apparent even in the night. i pulled myself up and out of the door, stepping to the side waiting for the other boy and the small dog we had brought along with us

as i waited for him to step out, i looked around, the sleepy daze still fogging my vision. bus station

"let's go"

potter said to me and closed the car door, the taxi driver speeding off down the road. we started our short walk to the bus and slowly boarded along with other passengers

potter and i set our things on the dirty floor of the bus, watching the others walk by us and get to their seats. as always, the shorter boy complains about being cold. hes a vampire i swear!

i roll my eyes, though not in a rude way, and take my red sweater off, handing it to him. im cold now, but it doesn't matter. the golden haired boy stared at the sweater before hesitantly taking it from my hands, slipping it over his head

everyone had boarded the bus now, sitting in their seats filling almost the entire bus. the doors closed and the lights dimmed, then we were back on the road. i closed my eyes and leaned my head on potter's shoulder again, surely he wont mind

5:59am | 337 words
sorry for the short chapter ! it's harder to write in boris's pov

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