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Luka went to Olga's house with the intention of having a sleepover with her. He didn't expect his parents to be so open to having a boy in the house
In the end Olga and Luka did everything except sleep
•••
It was a great effort to convince his parents to let him go out, knowing that he was going out to a girl's house did not reassure them at all. His father even made him waste 15 minutes reminding him that he was still young and that he had to curb certain "cravings". The fuck, sir?
He arrived at the designated address with his backpack on his back and knocked three times. A skinny man with a very funny mustache opened the door. The two stared at each other and the man raised an eyebrow:
"Did we forget to pay you, son?" He asked politely
"No sir, I'm Olga's friend. For the sleepover?" Luka wasn't sure if answering this way was correct. He began to suspect that the man did not know about the sleepover
Suddenly the man's eyes lit up. He nodded and called Olga's name. She came down the stairs, arriving in front of the door. She smiled happily at Luka, but he was busy looking at her from up to down: She was wearing a pink dressing gown with a white bow on the chest. On her feet she had bunny slippers. That unusual sight of Olga made him feel something strange that he couldn't define:
"HI!" She said cheerfully: "Why didn't Dad let you in already?"
"I'm sorry honey, this Choco Kids look all the same. I thought he was the gardener"
"Dad, that's Jan. He always wears a bandana and is clearly sturdier, how did you get confused?"
The man didn't have time to explain. Olga took Luka by the hand and led him upstairs to her room. It was a very spacious room with a queen-size bed. There were two sleeping bags on the floor. When Luka asked why, putting down his backpack, Olga replied that she preferred them to be equals and that they both slept on the floor. Oh well, at least some equality still existed
The two returned downstairs and were greeted at the foot of the stairs by a little girl of no more than 6 years old. Olga rolled her eyes:
"Not now sis, I have a friend at home"
"Why is he so dark?"
"Julia!"
Luka laughed. The little girl laughed in turn and ran up the stairs to them. Suddenly, the little girl took his hand and licked it, curious. Olga gasped and picked up the little girl by the collar as if she were a shopping bag:
"Just what the hell you think you're doing!?" She screamed
The little girl made a regurgitant noise: "Daddy's lying! He doesn't taste like chocolate!"
This made Luka laugh even harder. He ran his hand down his shirt and put his hands on his knees, trying to stop laughing so loudly but failing. The little girl followed suit again. Olga let out an exasperated sigh and giggled, dropping her little sister to the ground
After the little girl left, the two went down the stairs to the living room. She sat him down on the couch and turned on the TV to watch something together. Luka looked around and had a suspicion:
"Where's your mom?"
Olga turned up the volume and rested her elbows on her knees. She was clearly ignoring (or rather, avoiding) the question. Luka thought it was because his mother was not very open to people of color, but that wouldn't have made much sense. If she was open to having a male in the house in the same room as her daughter, she should have been open to a person of color. Or maybe not? He wasn't sure
•••
"Good night, guys, and please, don't stay up too late!" Warned Olga's mother
In the end, she wasn't so bad. But there was something about Olga's attitude towards her that didn't fully convince him she was a good woman. Or rather, a good mother
As soon as they were in the room, Olga closed the door and turned on a light. Apparently she was afraid of the dark, but that was a good thing, he could have looked at her better. Staying in complete darkness and continuing to interact would not have been worth it. Olga took a deep breath and took off her slippers, placing them next to her:
"Something wrong?" Luka asked
"No, nothing..."
"You're lying" He affirmed: "I've known that face long enough to know something's wrong. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"
"What? No, no! You'd never make me feel uncomfortable. It's... It's my mom. You see... Me and my boyfriend. Our mothers are friends, and she pushed me to get with him. But I don't think he's the one I like"
"Then... Why did you decide to play this game?"
"To disappoint her less, you know? She doesn't think that highly of me. Never knew the reason"
Luka crossed his legs and sat up facing her. The two stared at each other. It must have been a trick of the lights, but Olga's eyes were shining:
"And..." Luka gulped, not sure he wanted to continue the sentence
"And?" Olga incited
Olga sat on her knees, touching Luka's with her hand. Luka took her hand with both of his. He took a deep breath and saw Olga's hand turn red, as did her whole face. He chuckled, then suddenly turned serious:
"And... Who do you like?"
They looked into each other's eyes. Was it bullshit to kiss someone else's girlfriend? Absolutely, but she didn't love him, so it didn't count. According to his morals. Luka placed his hands on her face and their lips met. Olga flinched at first, then melted and leaned forward, closing her eyes and placing a hand on the back of his neck. Her lips tasted like blackberries, that was totally gonna be some chap stick's effect but he couldn't care less. She leaned forward even further, knocking him backwards until his back was on the floor. Neither of them seemed to mind
Luka put his hands on her shoulders, and then they separated. She gasped, realizing what they had done. She immediately pulled away from him and touched her lips, shocked
Luka didn't move, he remained still as a stone. Maybe it was the sudden realization that what his father had told him might have had some meaning, especially the part about repressing certain cravings or whatever that meant. Gosh, he was craving those lips like crazy. What a stupid thought. He felt his face heat up and covered himself with his hands, curling up on one side like an idiot because what the fuck, his dad was right! It was all so confusing
Olga let out a limp sigh, wrapping her arms around her legs:
"What does this make us?" She asked nervously: "Are we...?"
Luka didn't answer. He sat back down, taking his hands away from his face even though he could still feel himself blushing. Olga's lips trembled, Luka took a deep breath:
"I... I want to do it again, if you don't mind"
"Are you sure?"
"Super sure. Your boyfriend won't know, will he?"
Olga thought about it for a few seconds. She crawled back to Luka and put her hands on his back:
"So... We're... Just friends?"
"I don't think so..."
"Then... What are we?"
"Let's not label that for now, okay? Just... Relax"
Olga nodded even though it was pretty obvious that wasn't going to happen. She brought her lips to his and closed her eyes. He put his hands on her hips and stared at her for a few moments before melting away too
What happens at a sleepover stays at a sleepover
•••
Olga's mother was extremely stupid to think that Olga would not try to do anything just because she had a boyfriend which, for the record, she didn't even like that much. Well, she did like him, but she didn't feel the same spark she felt with Luka. This was apparently the reasoning she had made about her and him sleeping in the same room. This is what Olga said the next day, when Luka left to go back home
As soon as he returned, his parents immediately asked him three hundred thousand questions:
"Did you listen to me?" His father asked
"Yes dad, I have repressed my cravings"
Luka arrived in his room. His sister, Iren, was reading a comic. She looked up and put the comic down, turning her desk chair toward him:
"So, how did the sleepover go?"
The two looked around. Iren went to close the door. When they were sure no one was listening, Luka smiled proudly and mockingly as he was:
"I satisfied my cravings"