Teen disasters

Chapter 10

   It's been a month since Alex's little brother died, time passes too quickly. He comes home much more often than before because he likes to be with my little brothers, he says that Ignacio reminds him of Gastón when he was a little boy and he's right. Every day is a little better but the nights are the worst, the moment before going to sleep when you start to remember everything and blame yourself over and over again, that's why we have practically lived together this last month either in the house of him or mine, his parents don't know how to calm him down and they get worse right then.

"Today ..." we are in high school, he starts talking but I can't go on because if he does I know he will cry.

"Yes ... I know baby, I know" I hug him.

   During this damn month as I said, he has only approached me, he no longer goes to parties and he does not like to spend too much time with other people. Sometimes I try to get us to go somewhere and he just justifies himself by saying "you don't like it and we're not going to go somewhere you don't like." He also moved away from Facu, although not so much because I am still friends with Fer and they are both in something similar to boyfriends but they say: "we are not boyfriends yet."

"Do you want to go after high school?" I ask, referring to the cemetery and he nods.

"Thank you".

"I told you that I was not going to get away from you for the world" we laugh but it doesn't last long, we're going to class and we're late.

   When I leave high school, my mother calls me, which is strange since she doesn't usually call me at this time.

"Hello?"

"Hello daughter ... how about knowing that on Monday you don't have to go to class?"

   I have it to loudspeaker and with Alex we look at each other confused ... what is this lady talking about?

"Eh?" we both asked at the same time.

"Winter vacation began my life".

"Holidays? - I keep thinking ... HOLIDAYS!" this is not a joke right?

"No daughter, how can I make a joke like that?" I laugh because it's true, my mother is not very into jokes.

"Well, bye ma. We go with Alex".

"Well daughter, send greetings to Alex".

"Likewise" the named person speaks because as I said, he was on speaker and heard him.

"Take care".

"Same" we talked at the same time.

   Now we are in the cemetery, I always leave his space there. He goes to his grave and I stay a few meters behind so he can do and say whatever he wants without feeling me. He usually cries but I do not approach, if he needs comfort he calls me or comes to me, but that is his moment and he does not need me to be by his side.

   He comes back about half an hour later and grabs my hand without speaking. At those times I do not speak to him because if he does not speak it is for something. We go to the car and start when the tears are finished.

"I can't believe it's already a vacation and we haven't realized it" he speaks when we get to my house.

"It is true. And ... what are we going to do on vacation?"

"Let's go? Come on it sounds like a pack to me" I look at it seriously. "No, lie. You know I need you with me".

   He gets up from the chair and hugs me, I don't give it back.

"Let me".

"We will do whatever you want" I look at him with the smile of the cat from wonderland. "Less eat two kilos of chocolate in a competition".

"How did you know I was thinking that?"

"It's the only thing you've said for a month. We see a movie?"

"Come on, look for it and while I make hot dogs".

"Uh hot dogs" I laugh and go to the kitchen.

   I'm glad at least she's cleared up a bit and isn't as depressed as every time she comes back from the cemetery. I suppose that over time the wound is not so big ... or yes, but he hides it very well.

   I keep thinking about the holidays, I don't want to stay locked up in my house for a month.