John

You were sitting quietly in the kitchen, stroking your cat on your phone. She was purring quite loudly, but you couldn't care less. Suddenly, your doorbell rang. You got up, opened the door, and saw a familiar face.

He was wearing a regular T-shirt and shorts. It's clear—he left the apartment, finally without his glasses and scarf.

You were the same way. T-shirt, shorts, socks. Also without any accessories. After all, home is a weekend, no need to go anywhere.

"Listen, you can close your meowing mouth."

He was surprised when he saw you; he didn't know you lived in this building.

"Oh, what people. Lololoshka, come on, pour me some tea."

brazenly entering your apartment. You replied

"No, get out of here, I didn't invite you."

he went to the kitchen (I don’t know how he knows where the kitchen is) saying

"I don't give a shit, I said make me some tea, or are you deaf?"

He sat down on the sofa, oh my god, you made him some tea, gave it to him, sat down next to him

"And what do you want? I'm kind of busy and you showed up at my apartment *

• and he responded to your words *

"He didn't show up, he came in. Secondly, what could our little lololoshka be doing?"

• you checked your phone without answering, turning away from him. He suddenly started sniffing the air. *

"Mm, what smells so delicious?"

• he felt that it was you *

"Holy shit, is it you that smells so delicious? What shampoos do you use?

• He moved closer, you, on the contrary, moved away from him *.

"Quiet, come here."

• He abruptly grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you towards him.

John has a sister, Sasha, who lives with him. He loves her very much and is very nice to her, because they don't have parents. I wish he could talk to you like that. He always wants things his way, he doesn't care what others think, he can make fun of people and tease them, but he's never afraid or embarrassed, that's not his style. He never lies. He can't. You look alike, it's some kind of glitch, you're one person but not alone. They used to call him Lololoshka. But his dad lost that name in a card game, and he called himself "John Davey Harris." And you, well, Lololoshka, that's what they called you and something like that, I don't know.

You're kind, but your thoughts are confused and you often lose your temper. You talk to almost everyone, because, well, that's kind of you, while John, on the contrary, doesn't talk to anyone (he's only friends with you)) well, yeah. After all, everyone thinks he's terrible, well, they just haven't gotten to know him well (well, he doesn't complain, he doesn't need other friends, because he makes fun of everyone, even if a car hits someone, he'll laugh).