My Sister's Boyfriend
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- In your apartment. Malu and I will take turns staying with you. "Thinking about taking care of him too, made me anxious and apprehensive, it would be difficult.

- Do I have two babysitters?

-Arran.

"Well, a little question. He looked from me to Pablo. "You're... You know... together?

"Of course. Right, sweetheart? Igor grimaced as Pablo kissed my cheek enthusiastically. I snorted at Pablo.

"Actually, no, we are not.

"Oh..." He smiled, it may have been my impression, but he seemed more relieved.

"If only I had hinted at that a few days ago, Igor. You had punched me. "Pablo definitely didn't know how to shut his mouth.

"Why?"

"Because you're aggressive. I answered, blushing. -Pablo!

-Sorry. It's fun.

-Your best friend losing his memory is no fun.

- It depends on the point of view.

-Men. I rolled my eyes as they both laughed. And Pablo explained how they got the apartment. I semi-hung up. Concentrating on Igor's expression and making a few comments when necessary. He didn't look desperate. It was calm. But it bothered me, a lot, that he didn't remember me. (...)

I watched Igor grimace at the sight of his soup. He wrinkled his nose every time, always dissatisfied. As the days passed, things were getting straightened out. I always ended up talking to Igor, who liked to talk about trivial things and about the events of the world. What he had 'lost' is what he should remember. His obsession with football led to lengthy conversations, very boring for me, with Pablo.

- Hospital food sucks. He grumbled. We were alone, Pablo had gone to work. His week-long leave was up, and even with his arm in a cast, he could work. Later, when his shift was over, he would come and pick us up, to take us to the apartment.

- Eat everything, little boy. -Provoked. He held out the spoon, pretending to be angry.

"I'll make you eat too if you keep teasing me."

"Go on dreaming. I grimaced at the soup, which definitely didn't seem to taste very good.

"But you didn't even have lunch, you have to eat something." "Igor had kind of accepted me as a friend, he treated me that way. Totally fraternally. That's what our relationship was being. Friendship!

"I'll have lunch later..." Don't worry.

"I'll feel terrible if you don't eat." He smiled shamelessly. Super ironic, making a dog guy without an owner. "Come on, just a little spoon."

- The food is yours. It's wrong for me to eat, you have to eat well. You were the one who almost cracked your head in half on the asphalt. Don't worry about me. - I smiled yellow, not liking the face of the soup. Creed.

"Eat, please." Seriously, just a little. He insisted, pointing his spoon in my direction. Then he gave me a wry look. "You know I'm going to fill you up until you taste this delicious food, right?"

"Af, you're insufferable. I leaned over to him as he brought the spoon to my mouth.

- Vruum. Look at the little plane. Before the spoon reached my mouth I started laughing. From his grimace. Just like the ones moms used to do.

"Stop being an idiot, Igor.

What? I just wanted to make it more interesting and fun. "He made an innocent face." Do you prefer the little train?

"Shut up. I laughed, he laughed with me. Taking the spoon to my mouth again. I swallowed, tasting it. It wasn't too bad... Okay, that was a tremendous lie. It was horrible. It was very onion and I hated onions. And it was thick, it went down my throat and landed in my stomach quickly. I felt him wrap up.

"You have a very funny face. He said, holding back his laughter. And he grimaced, probably imitating me. We both laughed lightly, him still staring at me. "That grimace looks good on you. To change this face of yours a little bit... ugly adorable. I stuck out my tongue. And he kept staring at me, then stretched out his finger, touching my chin. I was surprised. He continued to stare at me seriously.

- Dirty? My voice came out shaky, trying to break the tension in the air. But he didn't remove his finger, passing it lightly, making the outline of my chin. I felt the place where he touched pinch.

- No, I really want to. I felt my face flush and he smiled crookedly. We heard a clearing of the throat at the door. I took my eyes off Igor, still a little dizzy from the situation. I was surprised by who was at the door. Cecilia; wearing a denim outfit; A designer blouse and a denim jacket on top, with big heels on her feet, and her hair tied up in a bun, looked at us. She looked like she was dressed for a fashion show, or a fancy party. Alexander was at his side, holding his hand. He still had his baggy look, the dark t-shirt and a pair of used denim shorts. A very peculiar couple.

-Hi. Cecilia said, looking at us with her eyebrows raised. I wondered how long they had been at the door. Alexander held Cecilia's hand tightly, staring at me. Sizing me up, as he always did when he wanted to ask for something. Mostly apologies, but there was something in his gaze as well. I could tell from their suggestive look that they must have been there for a long time. "How are you?" Eeyore?

I averted my eyes from Ceci's cheerful expression and the couple's clasped hands. I turned to Igor, he seemed to concentrate on Ceci's face, sizing her up. He looked at me surprised, and I realized what he was doing. Comparing ourselves. Ceci and I had nothing in common other than eye color. She was perfect and tall. A big woman. While I was a rebellious little girl, with my shabby t-shirt, equally worn shorts and an all star on my foot. She had manicured nails, while mine were brittle. She was attractive, while I was scary.

- This is Maria Cecilia, my sister. And Alexander, her boyfriend. I murmured begrudgingly. He raised an eyebrow at my tone of voice. I shrugged.

-Pleasure. Served? He said, already looking at ease. - Seriously, this soup is delicious. Isn't it, Malu?

-Wonderful. So much so that he can't wait to get rid of her.

-Wanting real food is not a crime.

"I know I don't. But... coma. I pushed the plate towards him. "If this stuff isn't good, at least it should be nutritious.