My Sister's Boyfriend

- I give up on you! I give up!

- Give up at all! - He lay down next to me. Just the arms brushing. He was silent and I could see his head tilting towards me. I laugh softly at your grimace. I started to get nervous.

The perfect day was turning strange. He commented lightly, still looking at me. - I am tired.

- Jump over the balcony again.

-Expelling me?

- Is it so obvious?

- You don't value me, you know? - He grumbled, pouting, dramatically.

- No?

- No. - He started to caress my arm. Smile involuntarily

-I'm sleepy too.

- Sleep, now! - He looked at me, his eyes locked on mine. - If you want, I'll teach you how to close your eyes and count Igorzinhos. -You are such a baby.

-You're the one lying on my arm.

- I'm not. - Then he pulled me, making me lay down on his arm, in a skillful way. Sighing in my ear, making me feel even more comfortable.

- Now it is.

-Hmm. - I closed my eyes, settling into his arm. Igor kissed my forehead and lifted my face, giving me a light and slow kiss. Then he went back to bed. I sighed, contentedly. Lying on Igor's arm was nice and comfortable. It was good here. It felt good, it smelled good. - I think I'm going to sleep, but with you here it's difficult.

- I will help you. - He started stroking my hair and humming. - 1,2,3 Igorzinhos.4,5,6 Igorzinhos.

- Isn't that the Indiozinhos song? - I laugh confused, making the bed shake. It was impossible to stay serious. - And shouldn't they be sheep?

- Igorzinhos are much better than little Indians. They're sexier. They give more emotion.

-Shut up. - I laughed, snuggling into his arm and he held me tighter in his embrace.

- Yes ma'am. - He was silent and I laughed lightly. Before yawning and closing your eyes. Waiting for him to speak again. To my surprise he was silent for a long time. I opened my eyes, curious. Igor had his eyes closed and his expression calm. He had slept. And now? I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous. I had two options. Wake him up to tell him to go away. Or let him sleep here. The second option made me nervous, for several reasons, one of them being that if my father were to slam the door, it would be extremely embarrassing, the other reasons are not worthy of comment. I sat on the bed. Confused.

- Igor? - I whispered.

- I have to leave, right? - I was scared to see him answer me so quickly.

- I thought you were sleeping.

- AND. I think if I slept you would really throw me off the balcony.

- Am I such a bad girlfriend? - I said jokingly and running my hands through his hair.

- You are not my girlfriend. - Igor opened his eyes, looking at me in that way that made me uneasy. Like he could read through me. - You didn't want to be, every time I tried to ask, you refused.

- Let's not talk about this. It's nonsense. - I took my hands out of his hair. Sitting and hugging my knees. Knowing that having this conversation was uncomfortable. I didn't accept it because... because it seemed like it would end soon with the end of the holidays. With Igor staying here and me going to live with my father. I didn't want to put a title on what I could lose.

- Why?

- Because... - I searched my mind for a good answer, scratched my head, without having one good enough. - I don't want?

- I love it when they answer me with another question. - He muttered ironically and uncomfortably.

- Exactly why I always do it. - I replied, trying to relax. That didn't help. Igor smiled slightly, then sat down. Giving me a peck.

- I think it's better to leave you alone. Goodnight. He got up from the bed and went out onto the balcony. Leaving me confused. And I stood there, feeling like something was going very, very wrong. Or walking in that direction. I woke up confused, remembering the night two days ago, I ended up curled up in bed. Not wanting to get up. Igor and I had been strange to each other for two days. He was frowning and I noticed that he was receiving several messages on his cell phone, maybe from his family, I don't know. The fact is that nothing was the same, he was silent and I often caught him looking at me in a strange way... As if I were going to disappear at any moment. And that worried me a lot! I curled up even more on the bed and involuntarily started thinking, I started thinking about Igor, about us. Think about our 'situation'. We had been together since the holidays, a little over a month ago. A month and a half into a relationship that wasn't considered dating in the strict sense. Not that I had hooked up with another boy while I was with him, and I'm sure he hadn't hooked up with anyone else either, basically we didn't fall apart. And well... I liked him, more than that, I was in love with him, I had no doubts about that. But even so, I was kind of... scared. I was afraid that living in distant places, perhaps not being able to come to terms with this, everything would end and I would end up even more hurt. Plus, boys confused me and I didn't want to be left behind. And still, even though I was insecure, I wanted to keep him, I wanted to be able to call him mine, definitely. I wish I could feel like we would try after the holidays. That it wouldn't be just any summer house. I didn't want to hurt him, thinking about him being sad last night only reinforced how much I cared about him. I found myself taking the pros and cons of this whole situation, so I decided to stop trying to decide what was right or wrong. They didn't make a difference. There was only Igor to decide. He could be stupid and very mysterious, but he was always affectionate with me.