19. I’m fifteen and I want my vanilla romance!

October 18, 2006

They no longer sat together, and Milana avoided him for the rest of the day. In the evening Arkadiy decided to figure out what was going on.

She opened the door almost instantly, still in her school uniform. Headphones in her ears, iPod in her hand, question in her eyes.

‘Can I come in?’

Milana stopped near her table, pulled out the headphones and looked at him. Hands folded in front of her chest. Obviously, not in the best mood for a conversation.

Arkadiy sat onto her bed out of habit, ‘I don’t get it. Is anything wrong?’

‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘You break the rules.’

‘Yeah,’ he smiled. ‘Relax, it’s fun. Come here.’

But she stood her ground, ‘It’s not a question of fun.’

‘Why do you have to be so boring, Milana?’

‘What should I be?’

‘Take it easy!’

‘Oh yeah? What if I cannot afford an easy life, Kesha?’

WTF? She cannot afford? How did she call me? Kesha??

‘Don’t call me that way,’ he said in distaste, getting off her bed.

I’m not used to talking. This should be solved differently.

‘I’ll call you the way I want. And what the heck do you want from me anyway?’

She looked at him expectantly.

‘You,’ he approached her.

‘That subject is closed!’ She stepped aside and put her hand in front of him. ‘Stay back.’

‘You’re fifteen, and you’re such a bore!’ he exclaimed, wanting to get past her barrier of indifference.

‘That’s right, Novikov. I’m fifteen, and I want my vanilla romance! I’m tired of being fucking grown up all the time,’ to his surprise, Milana remained completely calm.

‘I like romance.’

‘No. You keep showing off, playing all grown up when it’s not the time. And when you should act grown up, you act like a little boy, who is to lazy to get involved in life.’

‘I don’t get it, Smolenskaya,’ he began, but she interrupted.

‘I am the way I am. And if it doesn’t suit you, fuck off. That’s all.’

She was pointing at the door, her Rolex glimmering in the setting sun.

I thought she wouldn’t manage the talk. But she’s bossing me again.

‘Milana,’ he made another step forward, keeping her distance. ‘I didn’t want to offend you.’

‘You didn’t,’ she said calmly. ‘I appreciate honesty in a relationship. We’ve had a talk. We still have completely opposite ideas of fun, and not only. You’re free to be with the easy girls you like.’

Her finger was still pointing at the door, and her face remained impassive.

Not a shade of emotion. Withering me with her stare. Yeah, I’ve figured it out. I like you. Or not?

‘Do you have any feelings at all?’ Arkadiy asked, watching her closely.

Not a trace. How? She broke the pencil, and now she’s fucking Snow Queen.

‘I do.’

‘Yeah, I can see it,’ he said sarcastically.

‘I have an ass too,’ she retorted with a cold smile. ‘And that’s something else I do not show to everyone.’

Got it. Neither feelings nor ass for me.

‘Fine. Okay. Have fun!’

He left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.


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