My Sister's Boyfriend

- Wow, what love and affection.

- What do you want?

- My skateboard. - I continued standing at the door, tapping my foot. Anxious to get rid of his presence quickly.

- Ah, your father made me angry by buying this drug for you.

- Just tell me where you are. - She pointed to a corner of the room, I took the large bag and immediately left the room, slamming the door. I went to my room and opened the door, and opened the bag. It was a nice and tidy skateboard, the trucks were wide which would give me more stability, the deck was small, consistent with my physical appearance. Really a skateboard with a professional look. It was perfect and firm. I smiled, now more excited. There would be something to distract me. (...)

I was skateboarding for a few hours on the boardwalk here and taking a few laps around the block. It was a beautiful place and I had managed to distract myself from other matters. But now, sitting on the bench, alone, several things were running through my mind. What would my vacation be like? In Igor. In the way he smiled and how he made me laugh. How there was so much to talk about. In the unsuccessful kiss. In anger. Very angry. -Thoughtful? - I put my hand to my heart, I was so scared.

- Want to kill me?

- No, not really. I didn't look at him, in fact I didn't want to look at him. The voice was bad enough. We were silent for a few seconds. - Why don't you look at me?

-Why don't you go away?

- Because I do not want.

-I don't want something either. I don't want you here.

-I wanted to talk to you.

- We have nothing to talk about.

- Of course we do. I don't know about you, but yesterday I was thinking about that thing that happened on the beach all night. I don't want to sleep badly again today. - Of course, you don't want to have a bad conscience. Poor thing. - I ironized.

- What do you expect me to say or do? Because I do not know! - His voice was a bit pleading. I looked at my feet, embarrassed and nervous. - It's not like you know me well.

- Yeah, I don't know you. That is the problem.

- Look at me! - I looked at him, startled by his tone of voice. What I saw scared me, he had bright eyes, red lips and as he spoke he made exaggerated gestures with his hand. I felt my heart accelerate. - But I could meet and... Man. I honestly don't know how to explain what happened. I wish I had a reason to explain, but you wouldn't understand, I can't explain it. I just... I just...

- He doesn't know why he did that. All good. - I sighed. - I'm not angry, not anymore. I don't want to think about it anymore either. - I'm sorry.

- You weren't my first unsuccessful kiss. Don't act like it's so important. - I laugh without wanting to.

- If it wasn't so important why were you so upset? - The tone of conviction in his voice irritated me. -I wasn't upset!

- No?

- Of course not! You cocky, arrogant. I don't know why I stopped to try to talk to you. - I got up from the bench, once again irritated.

I grabbed the skateboard and was about to walk and get out of there as quickly as possible, when a hand grabbed my arm, pulling me close and placing our lips so quickly that I couldn't react for a few seconds. Annoyed, I tried to free myself, pushing his shoulders, but his hand, stuck in the back of my head and pulling my hair, stopped me from trying again. I remained static until I felt the sensation of his lips, the texture and, finally, the taste... A little limp, I let the skateboard fall and gave in to the kiss, my hand holding tightly onto his t-shirt. Feeling my heart explode, I returned the kiss with as much intensity as he kissed me. I felt myself melt into his masculine chest and when his hand squeezed my waist tightly, I forgot my own name. I just wanted to melt there, I wanted it to never end. Too soon he pulled away, placing his chin on my forehead. I continued with my eyes closed.

- Still angry?

- They start.

- Do you swear? - I opened my eyes, finding his lips close to mine. Too close, I answered the first thing that came to my mind, mechanically.

- They start.

- I have the right medicine for your anger. - He smiled for a few seconds, then put our mouths together again. Lips vigorously asking for passage, one arm squeezing my waist and the other around the back of my head... And I tried to forget. Forget the anger, forget everything. Just enjoy the moment.

Igor and I continued together for the next few weeks. Our situation was not resolved, so to speak. We never stopped to talk about dating, of course the subject came up several times, but I preferred to let it go... Without worrying now about the consequences. It was a fun and light summer, and having relationship implications made me a little anxious. I have always been a suspicious person, so much so that I had never had a boyfriend. Always preferring solitude, or simply occasional kisses. And soon, the boys lost interest in me and I clearly didn't care. Igor was being patient, to a certain extent. But he always seemed to give me hints about what it would be like in the future.

Our afternoons were limited to walks on the beach, watching a movie at the cinema, exchanging kisses and caresses and carefree conversations. But in the last few days our time together had decreased significantly. Igor and his friend, Pablo, had started volunteering at the Planetarium, so he spent his afternoons there and we only met at night.

Today I was going to visit the place, early in the evening, because as he said "everything became more beautiful". I got ready in the mirror, wanting to look pretty. It's difficult, I never considered myself very beautiful. I never even thought I was beautiful. I had the potential to be beautiful, but the work as a whole didn't help. Brown eyes, long dark hair, short and thin, but not thin in a delicate way... There was more flesh there than I wanted. And besides, I was clumsy and weird. I wasn't a skateboarder, I wasn't a total nerd with my books, and I definitely wasn't sweet. I was... weird. The only definition that fit my profile. I just forgot about appearance. If Igor, as handsome as he was, was with me, it was because I must have something attractive, well! Or he was just retarded and stupid.

I chose to go down the stairs instead of taking the elevator, as this was one of the rare days that I felt willing and excited. I hummed a song softly; thinking about Igor and totally distracted, so... I ended up bumping into Carlos on the way.