My Sister's Boyfriend
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-Eeyore... That doesn't come out. I controlled my laughter. -Huh?

"It's one of the floor drawings. You're going to spend your whole life trying to get it out. He sat on the floor, forgetting he was wet, and let out a low expletive. I ended up laughing at his dumbfounded expression. "Damn it. I need a maid. - he said, looking at me suggestively.

"Don't look at me!" That's the last time I clean. He snorted, giving me a look of unhappiness. - Are you hungry? For I really am.

-EAT!!! He practically shouted, standing up. He walked to the kitchen, going ahead of me. I looked at the wet spot on her ass and controlled my laughter. He walked briskly, oblivious to how ridiculous he looked. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking at me. "And now?"

"Now you make something to eat." You don't think the food will materialize in front of you, do you?

"That would be interesting..." I rolled my eyes.

- Grab the burgers and a frying pan. I want a sandwich. He grabbed what he needed, and started smearing mayonnaise on the bun while I tried to fry the burgers. I've always been terrible in the kitchen, and together with Igor everything has become worse. I added the oil to the pan and took the bags out of the burger. Laying them out in the huge frying pan. Then, unluckily for me, the oil started splattering. I let out a little scream, which caught the attention of Igor, who came to try to help me.

"What's going on?" He positioned himself behind me, holding the handle of the frying pan. I became aware of him, his face close to my neck, trying to keep still, just stirring the burger with the fork in my other hand. Then, the oil splashed on it, making us jump. "Damn, that hurts!"

"Do you think so?" I laughed softly, and we both swore as we made the burgers. After a few burns, a lot of cursing and laughter. We were sitting on the couch, the TV on, and Igor leaning on me as he put the plate on his lap. Totally baggy. Then he found a nice position for him, with his leg practically on top of me. And he began to eat.

"That's impressively fine...

"And burned. I added, making him laugh slightly. While Igor ate properly, while I ate like a child. And I knew I must be dirty with ketchup.

"It's dirty. I sighed, wiping the corner of my mouth. Igor helped me by running his finger below my lip. - There you go, little pig.

-Boring. We eat normally, and after we are satisfied, we end up deciding to watch a movie. A romantic comedy. I sat up, hugging my legs. Already preparing myself for the boredom of novels. I realized that Igor wasn't the kind of guy who watched movies sitting down and from a distance. Before the credits ran out, he ran to his room and grabbed a small blanket with his own distinctive scent. He sat on the couch and pulled me by the shoulders, determined, making me lie on his chest as he lay down, his torso lifted by the pillows. He threw the blanket over me, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and focused on the film. Still holding me. Like it's the most natural thing in the world.

We were friends, yes. Close friends at the moment; that they enjoyed each other's company and that they would miss their time together dearly. Friends, just friends. We were probably confused about ourselves and all that. But that's what Igor thought. I still had the memories of the past in my mind. I remembered exactly everything, my hurts, which haunted me. Of the romantic and intense moments. I remembered the fights, how betrayed I felt. I was wounded, hopelessly wounded, but in those moments with him it was as if the pain didn't exist. He poked, hurt, of course, but my smile became bigger with him around. I liked that, that companionship. Although it was equally scary. Everything was so different, so... forgotten on his part, even involuntarily.

Igor and I spent a lot of time together, but never like this... so... Companions. So aware of our needs, not so intimate, not alone in an apartment, not... Like so. I didn't know how to deal with Igor's presence or his carefree touches, caressing my arm, without ever turning my face away from the film. Letting out light laughter, making me shudder. I could feel his heart beating quietly in my ear. The natural and peaceful vibe. In peace. I felt sleep coming, with tiredness, and I closed my eyes. The worries of dispelling.

Pov. Eeyore

On pure impulse, naturally, I pulled Malu to lie on my lap and she did nothing against it. She only mumbled under her breath, a typical act of hers. I started watching the movie, distracting myself, until I noticed Malu being too calm and quiet. I looked at the girl lying comfortably on my chest. He snored, his breathing calm. I continued caressing the soft skin of his arm, not holding back. I felt wonderfully good with her around, I liked to smell her and the way her eyes sparkled intuitively with my every sentence. He liked to laugh along with her, enjoying her strange but pleasant laugh. And I felt jealous of the looks she received. It wasn't for less, she was beautiful. With a body that had dazzled me from the first moment and with those big, almond-shaped brown eyes, which seemed to darken according to his feelings. She is beautiful and intense, everyone around her noticed this and first of all wanted her. They wanted her just to feel his presence. And I felt jealous even, in an almost painful way, it was an almost involuntary act. And being jealous, it was normal, I guess.... Best friends feel that way about their girlfriends, right?