𐬿 𐬼 ♡︎♥︎ 𐬼 𐬿 𝙭𝙞. 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚

❝𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚.❞

DAY TWO OF watching Boris painfully ignore Y/N is causing Theo to cringe inside. They are meant to be together, Theo knows that much. What is he going to do to get them together? Well, he's got one idea; advice. It's Theo's gift, to give advice, and that's what he's going to do.

"Hey, Boris, what's been up with you?" asks Theo, as he tries to catch up with his friend. Theo already knows what's wrong with Boris, of course he does. Boris is his best friend, Theo knows him better than anyone else.

"Nothing, Potter," Boris responds, walking faster in hopes of getting rid of the ginger.

"Come on, it's not nothing," Theo says back, trying to catch up with Boris. Boris let's out an exasperated sigh as his walking comes to a halt, and asks, "What do you want?"

"To figure out what's up with you," Theo answers.

"Don't you already know?" asks Boris.

"Yeah, kinda," Theo replies. Boris sighs once again.

"Look, Boris, you can't just ignore her," Theo states. Boris raises a brow and says, "Oh yeah? Watch me." He turns around to walk away.

"Stop Boris," Theo starts. "you can't just keep running from your problems. Ignoring Y/N is not gonna make your feelings for her go away. I know you don't want to mess your friendship up but you can't just not tell her."

"How do I even tell her?" asks Boris. "and what if she doesn't like me?"

"Well, I can promise you that she definitely likes you," Theo says with a smirk. "and as far as the whole 'asking her out' part goes, you have to figure that out on your own. Make a 'grand gesture' or something. Girls like that I guess." Boris purses his lips together.

"Maybe...I will tell Y/N...maybe," Boris says. Theo smiles widely.

"Great. Also, you didn't hear that she likes you back from me," Theo says. Then, the bell rings. "so, you gonna come back to class with me or...?"

"Nah, I'm gonna skip. I will think of ways to ask out Y/N," Boris answers. Theo playfully rolls his eyes, and says, "You're gonna get expelled someday."

"I know," Boris replies, before walking off. Theo chuckles, and heads back to the lunchroom.

                                  𐬿 𐬼 ♡︎♥︎ 𐬼 𐬿

Y/N sighs, as she lets her bag plop down on the floor of her house. 'What the hell is wrong Boris lately?' Y/N thinks to herself. She then remembers her conversation with her father. He wants to spread her mother's ashes. Her father wants to spread her mothers ashes. When Y/N's father had said that last night, Y/N felt a wave a nausea wash over her. She felt like spreading her mothers ashes is like...letting go. It's like letting go of every single memory she has ever had with her mother. Y/N knows she should do what is best, but she also is still too attached to her mothers death.

Frankly, right now, Y/N really needs a friend. Boris is blowing her off, so that leaves Theo. The girl grabs her phone from her backpack, and tiptoes up the stairs, trying to avoid her father.

Once she reaches her room, she closes the door ever so softly, and plops down on her bed, letting the mattress engulf her. She picks up her phone, and dials Theo. The ginger haired boy soon answers her call.

"Hey," Y/N greets. Theo gives her a "hey" back.

"So, I just need a little advice," Y/N admits. Theo laughs, and asks, "Again?"

"You know it," Y/N jokes.

"Okay, whats up, Y/N?" asks Theo.

"Well...for one, my dad wants to spread my dead mother's ashes. I don't really want to because I feel like it's letting go of her. And also, Boris is totally blowing me off, and I have no idea why," Y/N rants. Theo sighs. There's been a lot of sighing today.

"Well, about your mother...spreading her ashes its...not necessarily letting go of her. I mean, it is, but not in a negative way. Maybe, letting go of her in a more spiritual way? Like, being more...at peace. It's like the next step for you to heal," Theo says.

"That's kind've what my dad tried to tell me. Huh. Well, thanks for that...awakening," Y/N says. "so, what about the shit with Boris?"

"Oh...you'll find out soon," Theo answers. Y/N cocks a brow. "What?" she asks, baffled.

"Nothing. Talk to you later, Y/N," Theo says. Y/N reluctantly says, "Alright...bye...I guess."

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