My Sister's Boyfriend
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My life was so messed up, but I couldn't think of making it any better. I wouldn't mind being without my memory all the time, as long as I kept having fun like that. I liked Malu, I liked having her around. But I knew something was wrong. When I caught her looking at me speculatively, expecting something. I could see the hurt in her eyes, which she then tries to hide with some joke. I knew that I had done something or that something had happened. I knew we should be apart at some point, and I was glad she was here with me.

I stroked her hair and she snuggled closer to me. Exhausted. I turned off the TV. The movie sucked. I enjoyed hearing Malu's breathing, resonating through the room, clean and tidy. In Malu's way, of course. It was strange to look at someone, to know that you liked her, that you had experienced many things with her, and not remember it. It was weird to remember random things, and it was frustrating to have to know about your life from other people. Patience, that's what I needed. Patience and that my friends wouldn't let me. I yawned, relaxing my muscles. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. My hands caught in Malu's soft hair.

I opened my eyes. The environment plunged into darkness. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was. I yawned, and felt Igor's body close to mine and certain hands in my hair. I lifted my face, making my hand slip, facing Igor's calm face. He seemed to have a good, happy dream. I blinked, seeing his face become more visible. I felt my heart race and let out a sigh at my idiocy. I reached into my pocket awkwardly. I saw the viewfinder. HALF PAST EIGHT.

-Drug! I cursed softly. Throwing his legs off the couch. I didn't realize how close I was to Igor and ended up making him move. He opened his eyes in bewilderment and his hands searched for something. Then his legs locked, trapping me. "Malu?"

-I.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was hoarse, a little groggy. This made me reflect for a few moments.

"I have to go home, it's a little late." I spent all day outside.

-House? Which house?

- My house. I don't live here, forgot?

"Oh, that's right..." He straightened up, letting go of me. I ran my hands through my hair and stood up, turning on the light switch. The room lit up and I saw a disheveled Igor in front of me. I yawned again, returning to the couch and putting on my shoes. "Do you really need to go?"

"Yes, I didn't even call my mother. She's probably going to freak out.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

- You don't have to, I'm going alone. No problem.

"It's late, it's dangerous.

"It's not late. "Igor was too stubborn, he made me a little uncomfortable. "And I ask Pablo to take me."

-Certainty?

-Absolute. Now go to the bedroom and get more sleep.

"Hmmm." He threw himself on the couch, staring at me as I finished picking up my things. Keys, cell phone, pen, fix your hair. "Are you coming back tomorrow?"

"I don't know. I laughed softly at our awkward dialogue. We looked like a couple of lovers, discussing dates. Or maybe we didn't look like it, maybe it was all in my head. "I have to see my material, I only have about three days of vacation. "Oh, that's right. You're still a baby.

- Chio.

-See you tomorrow? I looked curiously at Igor and his insecurity kinda... unreal. He waited for my answer, staring at me. I let out a heavy sigh.

-Clear. Do not destroy the apartment.

"I'll see what I can do." Not saying goodbye?

-Bye. "When I mentioned opening the door, Igor called me.

- Malu! Friends say goodbye with a kiss on the cheek.

"And best friends with a punch. I looked at him wryly. "So, what do you want?"

- Bye, Maluzita. Care! He smiled widely. I laughed softly, slamming the door as I passed.~*~I knew I had to wake up. Someone would pull up my covers, saying my name. It wasn't possible. Today is still Friday. A Friday without school, let's say. So why do you feel like Monday? Moaning, half awake, half unconscious. Wait, what's my name anyway? I began to feel myself sink into melancholy, the chill of being without blankets being replaced by the pressure on my head. Light and sweet, warm, warming my dreams. It was so good. It was like... Sleep.

- Mary of Lourdes! Someone shouted. Mary of Lourdes? Who is that? - Malu! Wake up, you lazy girl! - Malu, wake up, lazy. It must be me. Wake up? No, Malu doesn't want to wake up. I like to be lazy. "Igor is there.

I momentarily ignored the words. I didn't want to open my eyes, I turned around. Trying to fit the words together. Eeyore... Eeyore... That moved a lot of things, my brain said. And that was here? Here where? Someone pushed me, continuing to grumble. Then the pieces fell into place, in my confused brain. Eeyore. Is. Here. It was like a bucket of cold water being thrown at me. Waking me up. I jumped to my feet, stunned.

"Thank God she woke up. I opened my eyes, a little dizzy, looking at Ceci. She was dressed up, in jeans, while I was in my pajama shorts and a long T-shirt. "Igor is downstairs. She pulled me by the arm, leading me to the stairs.

-No! I'm disgusted. I let go of her, running to the bathroom. Splashing water on your face. What the hell did Igor want?

"That's it, it's over.