My Sister's Boyfriend
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We stopped in a hallway and Pablo stopped in front of a door. Holding out a key to Igor, who quickly tried to open the door. He had difficulties, apparently. I knew this trick, it was an old door and if you wanted to get through it you had to show who's boss. Igor didn't think the same as me. I was almost begging for the door to open, and I wasn't surprised when he started asking for it, while Pablo laughed, amused by the situation. I controlled my laughter. "Please, door. Opens! Please, little door! Open yikes! He muttered, concentrated, turning the key. "That fuck won't open?"

- Af, Igor. Give me that key. I stretched out my hand.

"The apartment is mine, I have to get in first."

"Fair enough. But how are we going to get in if you can't even open the door? Pablo laughed lightly and I arched my eyebrow, indicating the key. He snorted, handing it to me. "You're too boring.

-Now... Learn how to open a door, Mr. Igor. I took the key and put it in the lock. I tried to rotate... Nothing. So I did what I always did when anything of mine didn't work. I kicked the door hard. Pablo laughed and Igor gasped. I turned the key, already in the lock. The door unlocked, and I pushed it slightly, causing it to creak. I looked at Igor, feeling badass.

"You scare me, you know?" "I gave way to him, and he came in quickly. Me right after and Pablo behind me. He looked at everything curiously, and I focused on the details. That apartment was a zone. It was well furnished and could be beautiful if it wasn't for all the dirt. The living room was a large room, next to it, attached, a fairly large kitchen. With the sink full of dishes. There was a sofa and two armchairs, a TV on a rack, mahogany. I walked to the kitchen and saw a small door next to it, I opened it, snooping around. There was a small laundry area, even a small one. A washer and dryer, clotheslines were on the ceiling. And on one wall was a closet and next to it Igor's board. As I left the laundry room, Pablo was throwing snack papers on the floor, looking for a place to sit on the couch.

"Where is he?"

"He went to his room. I walked across the room, crossing it. I could see a small, privileged balcony. I left it to analyze it later. I walked down a small hallway, there were two doors. One in a tiny bathroom and the other at the end of the hallway. It looked out to the bedroom.

Igor's room was small. A double bed occupied part of the space and there was a wardrobe next to it, next to the door. There was a bookcase with a TV considerably smaller than the one in the living room. The room was painted in pastel colors, but there were posters of national bands. The floor was dirty and the furniture was full of dust. All in all, it was a pretty dirty apartment, which indicated that Igor was sloppy, although I had to point out that he had spent a week in the hospital and all that. All in all, it was a very masculine apartment, no doubt. Messy, not too much embellishment, very impersonal. I stopped at the door, watching Igor look at everything minimally. Opening drawers and all that. Then he stopped, looking at me annoyed.

"I live in a pigsty. He whimpered. I laughed lightly.

"It just needs a cleaning." A big, huge, terrifying cleanup!

"Will you help me?"

-Clear! As long as I don't have to clean it up. But I can supervise you. She laughs lightly, smiling invitingly. He whimpered.

"I'm going to kill Pablo for letting you bring you here with this apartment like this." It's humiliating.

"My room is worse. Serious. I thought about my wardrobe. If I were to open it, I would probably be overwhelmed by the amount of accumulated clothing.

"Have I been to your room?"

-No.

"Take me a day when I'm really messed up so I feel better?"

"And humiliate me?" Haha. Go on dreaming. I brushed the hair from my face, securing it with a pen I had in my pocket.

"What do I do now?" I wanted to laugh at the childish way he sat on the bed, crossing his arms and looking at me hopefully.

"Well, how you look like a baby sitting there in bed. -Provoked. Looking around. - Let's go to the supermarket, buy food and cleaning products. And let's get to work!

-Serious? And what does that imply?

- Washing dishes, taking underwear out of the box, taking things out of the floor and sweeping. Everything you haven't done in all the time you've lived here, I bet. And that sacrifice will be made so that we can sit down and eat something. Amen! He grimaced, denoting laziness. "There's no point in looking at me like that, it's not even an hour yet. By 6 we're done.

- By. Faxina?

"I'm just as excited as you are. I said, but feeling even excited. Not because he wanted to tidy up the apartment, but because he imagined the scene of Igor cleaning the house. It was funny just imagining it. "Alright, alright... But for the record, I don't remember it being that messy.

"You're a joker, Igor. I hid my smile as he walked past me, pinching my cheek. Feeling even more excited all of a sudden. (...)