My Sister's Boyfriend
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"Let me comb my hair at least." -Waste of time. Just washing.

- No. "She dragged me, and when she got to the stairs she pushed me. As I went downstairs, I ran my hands through my hair. Placing them behind the ear, trying to disguise their volume as much as possible. I came across a smiling Igor on the couch. Her happy face triggered something in my brain. Anger. I was unhappy and angry now. While I must have been disheveled, horrible, and he was here, all smiles. I could be sleeping, resting, but no...

"What are you doing here?" What time is it? How did you get here? I let go at once. The voice groggy, but now even wide awake. At least my eyes were, as my body was still feeling the powerful drowsiness I always felt in the morning. And it wouldn't go away, until a good bath. I was completely disconnected and useless in the morning.

"Yes, I'm Igor. I came to see you. It's about 8 a.m. Pablo brought me, he went to work. He replied promptly, smiling.

-OK. Most important question. Why did Pablo bring you here at dawn?

"It's not dawn. He laughed softly. "And I've already answered. To see you.

"Why, energetic?" "It didn't make sense. We had just spent the afternoon together.

"I missed it. "He made a funny pout, which somehow made me even more uncomfortable.

"I spent all afternoon with you yesterday. I miss a pony!

"If I tell you I'm still homesick, you're going to punch me, right?"

"I could have been sleeping. I whimpered.

- You look very beautiful with that little hair up.

-Ffa. I hugged my own head, sinking into the couch next to him. "Okay, what did you really come here to do?"

-Pick you up to surf. Isn't it fun?

"Of course not. "He was... crazy?

"Why?" You must have been excited, you know?

-Eeyore... I'm not excited and I don't want to go... Because I'm afraid of the sea! And dread of being at sea with you even more. "To get into that cold, terrifying water at this hour. I was totally blushing with thought. - You know that, Igor! -Know? His confused face had no effect on me. I continued to grumpy.

"You should know.

"I'm sorry if I hit my head and lost my memory, and I can't remember such details.

"Afz, don't do that. It's evil. I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't mean to hurt it. He looked at me in a pained way. Like I'm really hurt. My conscience began to hammer. I tried to defend myself, but those eyes wouldn't let me! "You shouldn't even be hurt. No, no, no, don't even look at me like that. Eeyore!

-Please?

"I hate you. I slammed the pillow in my own face. (...)

I hugged myself, feeling uncomfortable in the bikini. The morning was scorching sun, and my feet were sinking into the beach. A gentle breeze hit my face, making my hair stuck to the back of my neck sway slightly. We were supposed to arrive earlier. But I ended up stalling for a couple of hours, until Igor finally dragged me out of the house. So it was already 10 o'clock now. Igor was agitated, with his board by his side. He looked at me encouragingly. I looked at the sea, I liked to see it... Far and away. But then, knowing that I would enter it, I was already distressed.

"Please, Igor... Is that really necessary?

"It's going to be fun.

- No, it won't. I stared at him, he smiled sideways. "Okay, okay, it might even be fun... For you.

"I bet you'll like it." He picked up the board, motioning for me to follow. I started to panic.

- You don't even remember how to surf! Do you really think I'm going to go into the sea with you? I crossed my arms, stubbornly. Taking two steps back.

"You're already here, are you really going to turn back?"

"I could admire the scenery. I grumbled. Which was absolutely true. I could pay attention to other things, the sea, the sky, Igor... Which, by the way, looked great with only those beach shorts and with the chest uncovered. Well, very well. - Are you afraid to get on the board, or the sea?

"Seriously, if you care so much, I can stand on the board right here." On the sand! Seriously, it was going to be radical all the same and all that... It's just... - I sighed, frightened. "That little sea, you know...

"I won't let the sea swallow you. He may have an indigestion.

"Ha, ha. Joke fail. I make a bored face at him, and he laughs softly. Still staring at me.