Yura || Constellation

It was morning, and bright rays of sun were streaming through the window. Before the boys had even woken up, Lola was already walking around with a saucepan in her hands, making a shrill sound with loud music, shouting to the whole building: "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Lola said with a smile, continuing her wake-up ritual. Yura only raised his gaze with a dissatisfied face, looking at the open door. —Are you fucking nuts, yelling so loudly and turning up the music? Yura said discontentedly, burying himself under the blanket again so as not to hear these terrifying sounds. -Are you going to sleep again?

—Judging by the rumors, they finally serve omelettes for breakfast there. -seriously? Yura even crawled out from under the blanket, looking at him

• yeah

• You're the one who screwed me! You said you were having an omelet for breakfast, but I see a plate of semolina in front of me?!

• Well, I had to somehow cheer you up so you'd get out of bed faster.

• I won't believe a single word you say again, you blind asshole. The afternoon flew by. Yura and Anton were on the grass, each with an earbud in their ear, listening to each other's music. Suddenly Yura rose sharply from the grass, after which the other one also rose from the grass

• Well, your taste in music is certainly crap.

• Well, who's talking?

• What? Yes, I'm proud that I listen.

• Okay, I liked yours too. Anton's answer was followed by silence for a second, after which Yura added:

• On the first day when we had a "fight" all you did was defend yourself and never fought back, what the fuck? —maybe because if I raised my hand to you, you would fly a couple of kilometers away with your face already smashed into pieces. Or, I don’t know, the instinct for self-preservation kicks in faster than I can hit you. —let's fight?

• I won't do this without a reason. —I was joking

-Yur, are you my friend? —That's a stupid question. You were the one who asked me to be friends on the first day and I agreed, so think about whether you're my friend or not.

• Well, yeah, I already forgot what I said then. —and to be honest, I still don’t trust you, you seem strange, or maybe I’ve forgotten how to be friends.