I went back to talk to Rebeca about her plans for the future, where she wants to travel and if she wanted to have a family ... Not that I don't want to have a family, quite the opposite. I do want to have a family, but with the girl I marry who is Barbara.
— Is that you? — she asks me, taking me out of my thoughts. — What do you intend to do in the future?
I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't say, "I want to be a NASCAR driver" or something. She would feel bad because her sister, Iara, told me that her boyfriend had died in a car accident.
— So, I would like to know Japan — I replied.
— Why? — she asks. — Because of the races?
I looked at her in amazement, but looked away.
— Just kidding! — she pats my shoulder. I laugh with her.
— You know, I like your company,— I said. It was true what I had said. I enjoyed her company. — You are such a nice girl.
— You are nice too, Alexander.
— Aleh.
— What? — she asks.
— Call me Aleh, okay? — I asked.
— Sure, no problem,— she replies and smiles at me again.
I don't know how to explain it, but I was really starting to enjoy her company. My parents would disapprove of my friendship with her. Kleber is not a smelling flower either, and they said nothing about my friendship with him. Of course, they don't know you. But if they met you, they would surely say: "So these are your friends?" That would be embarrassing, without a doubt.
I was sitting on the beach sand, Rebeca slept on my shoulder. I looked at the clock and realized it was past 11:30 pm.
— Hey, Rebeca — I poked her.
— What is it? Aleh? — she looks at me, still sleepy. — What happened?
— You want to go home? — I question.
— I don't know if my parents would allow you to stay at their house. — she said. — Then let's go to mine.
— Your? You live alone? — I asked a little surprised by the news.
— Yes, I got it from my ex-boyfriend — she replies.
— Ok... in which direction is your house? — I ask and she gets up. But soon it falls again. I hold her in my arms. — You are not in good condition.
— I know,— she says, smiling at me. The drink still seemed to have an effect. — My sister can guide us.
— Does she know where your home is? — I asked. She looks at me reprovingly. — Ok — I raise my hands in surrender. — Whoever spoke is no longer here.
She giggled, and I realized it was natural.
— My sister can be your guide,— she says. — And I also want your phone number.
I looked at her questioningly.
— I don't understand,— I said.
— In case you decide to leave the next morning without saying goodbye. — she explains to me.
— Ah... Yes, I understand.
— You will pass — she gives me a light kiss. — the night at my house.
— And your sister? — I asked.
— So what about her?
— Will she stay in the same house as us? — I ask. I didn't mean to be rude.
— She has her own room there too,— she says.
— It's ok.
I get up from the sand and help her do the same. She staggers a little but I hold her, and she smiles.
She looks me straight in the eye and I look at those beautiful green eyes.
— Do you want to go now? — I asked.
— I think it's better,— she replies.
Rebeca calls her sister.
— What? But already? — she asks. Iara didn't seem to want to go home now.
— Iara, your sister is not doing very well,— I say, trying to help.
— She just can't drive. — she complains. — But she can guide you to her house.
— Okay... can you guide me, Rebeca? — I question.
— I can... I think I can,— she replies.
— That's right. — I go to my car and open the passenger door so she can get in. — Iara! — she looks at me. — Have fun... but with judgment.
She smiles and shows me the middle finger, and I laugh too.
— Shall we go then?
— Yes — Rebeca replies, her eyes fixed on me.
I start the engine and reverse the car while I look back. After making sure of our safety, I decide to ask her where we would be going.
— Let's go this way — she points to her right side. — Follow that lead.
— Ok — I answered and followed that path.
We arrived at his house and it was already 12:35 am. I was not afraid that she would start disliking me. Rebeca was an amazing girl and I don't want her to hate me. On the contrary. I want to get close to her, to make her overcome this trauma she got, to date a runner for fear of an accident.
— Does not matter! she says as she unlocks the door. — It's a very simple house.
— It is certainly simpler than the house where I live. — I answered.
We enter her house and she turns on the light. His house was clean and tidy.
Rebeca closes the door and asks me if I want to sit. I sit down and she hands me a glass of water.
— So, are you going back to your parents' house? — she asks me.
— I don't know,— I said. — It's a little late for me to come home. I can...
— Sure — she answers before I finish the sentence. — I really need company here.
— But what about your sister? — I ask.
— She is a companion — Rebeca sits on my lap, facing me. - But I need another kind of company.
His hands touch my face and I look him straight in the eye. I run my tongue over my lips and she starts to bring her lips closer to mine when the door opens.
— I think the bedroom would be the ideal place for you two, right? — Says Iara, putting her sister's car keys on the hook behind the door.
— Excuse. — Rebeca looks at her sister. She was slightly flushed. — Going to bed. See you later.
I get up and ask if I can put my car keys on the hook, too. She shakes her shoulder but allows it.
— So — I say. — Where am i going to sleep?
— I don't know,— she replies, taking off her jacket and folding it. — Talk to Becca. She is the owner of the house.
— But isn't she asleep already? — I asked getting up from the couch.
— Go check it out,— she says as she heads towards the bathroom with her toothbrush in hand.
I went to Rebeca's room and knocked on the door. It was ajar, so I opened it slowly. She seemed to be sleeping, so I decided not to disturb her sleep.
I went to his wardrobe and opened one of the doors and luckily I found two covers. I take one and cover it. She opens her eyes and looks at me.
— Ah... sorry if I woke you up — I said awkwardly.
—There's nothing,— she says. I could see that in his voice, there was a sad intonation.
— I'm going to sleep over at...
— Sleep with me? — she asks and I blink several times.
— What?
— After... — she interrupts herself.
— What happened? — I ask.
— Just... sleep with me — she asks again.
— I will not disturb? — she shakes her head.
— No,— she answered. — But take off your shirt... please.
I didn't know whether to take off my shirt or not. I kept the cover I had taken, removed my shirt and slowly, I lay down beside Rebeca. I keep my back to her until I hear her ask:
— Hug me? Please! — she asks.
I turn to her and wrap my arms around her. She snuggles her head against my chest and hugs me too.
— Good night, Aleh!
— Good night, Becca!