Me again. Come on, guys, review! Of course, not much to review yet, lol.
Okay, I don't own Boris, Dimitri, or anything related to CP. Except my
shirt and action figures. Oh, I changed the rating to R because there's a
*lot* of drug use later on. I mean, it's not promoted or anything, but
still, just to be safe. Okay, I'll shut up now and let you guys read the
story
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Five months later Borya was sitting in his room, staring at the empty suitcase in front of him that he was supposed to be packing. He didn't look up as he heard a knock on the door, merely saying, "Go away."
"You sure you want me to, Borya?" came Vanya's voice.
"Oh, geez," said Borya, jumping up and unlocking his door. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you. Come on in."
Vanya stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "So, you're still leaving tomorrow, huh?"
Borya sighed. "Yeah. I'm supposed to be packing, but I just can't find the will to start."
"Yeah, I know how you feel. I was like that for me when my family and I moved here from Moskva." Vanya paused, realizing something. "I thought it would be horrible here, not knowing anybody, but I met you, and look at all the fun we've had."
"Yeah, all the fun I won't be having in America."
Vanya couldn't help but chuckle. "I think you're missing the point, Borya. What I'm saying is that you'll probably meet some pretty nice people in Washington, D.C."
"Maybe so, but I'm gonna miss all the people I know here. And what if I don't fit in? What if my English isn't good enough?"
"Are you kidding me?!" asked Vanya, surprised. "You had the highest grade in our English class! You're a fluent speaker! Of course your English is fine."
Borya smirked at him. "Hey, I'm trying to find reasons not to go, here."
Vanya raised his hands defensively. "Sorry." He looked again at the suitcase on the bed. "Do you need help getting started?"
Borya stood. "Trying to get rid of me so soon?"
"Of course not! I just don't want you to get in trouble with your dad," said his friend.
"Yeah, I guess so, then." He began pulling out clothes and whatnot. The two of them worked at packing all of Borya's things into boxes and suitcases for the rest of the day. It was about 7 in the evening when they finally finished just as Dima called them down for dinner.
After an unusually quiet meal of borsht and crabmeat salad, Vanya and Borya went back upstairs and began bringing the boxes down from his room.
"You're going to have to write me lots of letters from America and tell me all about it," grunted Vanya as they brought down the last two boxes.
"You bet I will," replied Borya. "I'm really going to miss you and everyone else. You'd better write back."
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't respond? I'm almost offended you said so," Vanya said with a chuckle. He paused to look at the clock in the next room. "I hate to say it, but it's getting late; I'd better be getting home. What time are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Unfortunately," Borya told him," we're leaving for the airport at four in the morning."
"Well, guess I'll have to say good-bye now, then."
"Yeah. I'll try to come back and visit as much as I can," said Borya.
Vanya grinned. "No way; I'm coming to visit you! It'd be awesome to go visit another country, especially with you. Who knows, it might even be better than our originally planned trip!"
Borya looked excited. "Yeah, it could be! And by then I could give you a tour of the city! You'll have to keep saving up. And don't forget to go and get a visa right away."
"You bet, Borya. See, you've got something to look forward to now, so it won't be all that bad," said Vanya. "Anyway, I'd better get home before my mom kills me. You know how she gets when I'm just two minutes late."
Borya gave a half-smile. "Yeah, I remember that one time after football practice when we stopped by the store for a snack."
"Now that you mention it," replied Vanya, wincing at the memory, "so do I. I guess I'll be seeing you around then." He stepped forward, originally intending to shake Borya's hand, but he instead grasped him in an embrace. Pulling back after a second, he continued, "Don't forget to write, or I'll swim over there, find you, and kick your butt all the way to Tierra del Fuego."
Borya laughed. "Don't worry about that. See ya." He felt sad as he watched his best friend go out the door, pause once more to say good-bye, and take off at a sprint down the street to get back before invoking the wrath of his mother.
Closing the door, Borya sighed once more and went up to his room, not bother to say goodnight to his father as he passed Dima on the stairs.
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AN: To tell you the truth, I already have 7 chapters typed and just about 9 written, but I'm only putting them up one-one-at-a-time so I have some more time to write, since I have to get more of the script of the episode. Until next time!
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Five months later Borya was sitting in his room, staring at the empty suitcase in front of him that he was supposed to be packing. He didn't look up as he heard a knock on the door, merely saying, "Go away."
"You sure you want me to, Borya?" came Vanya's voice.
"Oh, geez," said Borya, jumping up and unlocking his door. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you. Come on in."
Vanya stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "So, you're still leaving tomorrow, huh?"
Borya sighed. "Yeah. I'm supposed to be packing, but I just can't find the will to start."
"Yeah, I know how you feel. I was like that for me when my family and I moved here from Moskva." Vanya paused, realizing something. "I thought it would be horrible here, not knowing anybody, but I met you, and look at all the fun we've had."
"Yeah, all the fun I won't be having in America."
Vanya couldn't help but chuckle. "I think you're missing the point, Borya. What I'm saying is that you'll probably meet some pretty nice people in Washington, D.C."
"Maybe so, but I'm gonna miss all the people I know here. And what if I don't fit in? What if my English isn't good enough?"
"Are you kidding me?!" asked Vanya, surprised. "You had the highest grade in our English class! You're a fluent speaker! Of course your English is fine."
Borya smirked at him. "Hey, I'm trying to find reasons not to go, here."
Vanya raised his hands defensively. "Sorry." He looked again at the suitcase on the bed. "Do you need help getting started?"
Borya stood. "Trying to get rid of me so soon?"
"Of course not! I just don't want you to get in trouble with your dad," said his friend.
"Yeah, I guess so, then." He began pulling out clothes and whatnot. The two of them worked at packing all of Borya's things into boxes and suitcases for the rest of the day. It was about 7 in the evening when they finally finished just as Dima called them down for dinner.
After an unusually quiet meal of borsht and crabmeat salad, Vanya and Borya went back upstairs and began bringing the boxes down from his room.
"You're going to have to write me lots of letters from America and tell me all about it," grunted Vanya as they brought down the last two boxes.
"You bet I will," replied Borya. "I'm really going to miss you and everyone else. You'd better write back."
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't respond? I'm almost offended you said so," Vanya said with a chuckle. He paused to look at the clock in the next room. "I hate to say it, but it's getting late; I'd better be getting home. What time are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Unfortunately," Borya told him," we're leaving for the airport at four in the morning."
"Well, guess I'll have to say good-bye now, then."
"Yeah. I'll try to come back and visit as much as I can," said Borya.
Vanya grinned. "No way; I'm coming to visit you! It'd be awesome to go visit another country, especially with you. Who knows, it might even be better than our originally planned trip!"
Borya looked excited. "Yeah, it could be! And by then I could give you a tour of the city! You'll have to keep saving up. And don't forget to go and get a visa right away."
"You bet, Borya. See, you've got something to look forward to now, so it won't be all that bad," said Vanya. "Anyway, I'd better get home before my mom kills me. You know how she gets when I'm just two minutes late."
Borya gave a half-smile. "Yeah, I remember that one time after football practice when we stopped by the store for a snack."
"Now that you mention it," replied Vanya, wincing at the memory, "so do I. I guess I'll be seeing you around then." He stepped forward, originally intending to shake Borya's hand, but he instead grasped him in an embrace. Pulling back after a second, he continued, "Don't forget to write, or I'll swim over there, find you, and kick your butt all the way to Tierra del Fuego."
Borya laughed. "Don't worry about that. See ya." He felt sad as he watched his best friend go out the door, pause once more to say good-bye, and take off at a sprint down the street to get back before invoking the wrath of his mother.
Closing the door, Borya sighed once more and went up to his room, not bother to say goodnight to his father as he passed Dima on the stairs.
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AN: To tell you the truth, I already have 7 chapters typed and just about 9 written, but I'm only putting them up one-one-at-a-time so I have some more time to write, since I have to get more of the script of the episode. Until next time!