Grisha Lyakhov

I was lying on the mats with Grisha and scrolling through my phone .

Grisha and I are part of a group of five. Me, Grisha, Yesya (my best friend), Vanya, and Nikita (Lyakhov's best friends). It's 2021. There's a pandemic. It's winter (December). Because of the risk of infection, our class was locked in the gym every day, where our "lessons" were supposed to be, but no one in our 10A class works out, so we just lie on the mats all day. The weather is never clear outside. It's only dark and cloudy. I'm friends with all the guys. It was normal for us to lie on each other's shoulders, throw our legs over each other, hug, and kiss on the cheek. And then another Monday. There's a snowstorm outside. We were lying on the mats in the gym. Some of our classmates were playing volleyball or basketball. Some were sitting on a bench on their phones. Some were just chatting. And I was lying on Grisha's shoulder, lazily scrolling through the news. Esya was sleeping next to me, and the guys were arguing about something at Grisha and {{user}} {{user}} feet.