My Sister's Boyfriend
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I woke up from my rambling, rising from the sand. My cell phone vibrated, it was a message from Alexandre, warning that he would arrive in two days of travel. He was spending the holidays at that same hotel where we met. Alexandre and I became good friends, just friends. I should be his only real friend and well. The others were friends with 'benefits.' Alexandre had something that attracted women, he was super chicken, but with me he was a sweetheart. He had become my best friend, someone to hang out with, who had introduced me to colleagues who would ask me for a walk from time to time, pulling me out of my apathy and loneliness. Although none of these colleagues were considered my friend, only colleagues. I couldn't trust anyone. Alexander was the only exception, male and human, to my true horror of people. As much as possible, we lived around, picking on each other as long as we could... Ever since I moved into my mother's house Of course, getting used to my mother's new routine and more controlling way was not easy, she always watched my steps and tried to be participative, which my old self was horrified by, but I eventually overcame. My father has a new son, a boy, a few months old. David, I guess. Cristina seems to have matured, because the last time I saw her she ended up being kind to me, although I still think it was to impress my father. About last year's vacations, only Alexander knew about them. To my mother and colleagues, I had suffered a heartbreak and that was it. The fact that it was awkward to withdraw from people wasn't justified because of vacations and a dumb kid. Well, that's what I told them. Whether I like it or not, knowing has changed me. But I was over that too. Or that's what I'd like. That's what was trying to convince me.

I checked my messages on my phone once again, there were a few of my 'colleagues' but nothing specific. Things about school. Bored and still a little squeamish with the conversation with Igor, I decided to go back home and besides, I was hungry and didn't even have money at the moment. The sky was darkening on top of that, a nice reminder that I should get home soon before it started to rain. But at that time, when I looked back on everything, almost apathetically, it was already raining inside me.

I walked into the house, spotting Ceci's feet on the couch. I took a deep breath, already bracing myself. She was watching television, some series probably, seemed entertained, but she looked at me as I walked by.

"We've already had lunch. She warned me as I was about to go to my room.

"yes, I got it. It's almost 4 hours.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" I can do something for us...

-No. I'm not hungry. "Actually, I was hungry, but I knew what that invitation from Ceci meant. It meant she wanted to talk to me, something serious. So she would cook, as if to compensate. My sister could be quite predictable. And what's more, she was looking more like 'Igor's new girlfriend' than 'my older sister'. Being aware of this made me distressed and maybe a little angry, but I tried to let it go. All of this had nothing to do with me now.

"I make a point. Come on Malu, let me do something for us, please? She pleaded, her brown eyes looking even bigger. I sighed, defeated. Knowing I couldn't escape it anyway.

"Okay, then. She jumped up from the couch and I followed her into the kitchen. Sitting at the counter and watching her get things ready.

"Malu... What did you think of Igor? I rolled my eyes, already expecting something like this.

Is it mandatory to answer this one?

"This and all that will come. I groaned in a bad way. She looked at me, waiting for the answer. I took a deep breath, looking for an adjective that would fit Igor. Trying to steer clear of negative things that would make her angry and blah blah.