The Boxer and His Angel

Chapter 5-Don't wear a red bra under a white shirt.

"How much longer?"I pout, almost falling asleep on Ryan's back.We have been riding for half an hour or so, and it's not so bad.The bike ride, I mean.
This would have all been all right, if we werent in the middle of nowhere!There are tree's surounding us,the path is really thin,and my butt is very stiff.I don't know why I said that,but whatever.He's been silent during the whole ride,and I'm kind of bored and I'm starting to sweat inside the helmet.He's just been ignoring my questions and driving.Idiot.I lean off his shoulder and look over it,amazed to see we have reached some flat land,and there is finally an end to this road.Thank God!

"Are we there jet?"I whine and to my suprise he answers.

"Yeah,we're here "He slows down the motorcycle and turns it right where I see a house.It looks rather like a villa.The walls are wodden,the rofftop is stone along with the window edges.It has three floors and half the wall of the third floor is glass.It's really fancy and stuff.Why am I here!And why did I agree to this?He parks in front of the house and turns of the engine.

"Why are we here?"He gets off the bike and offers me his hand.I ignore the tingles my skin gets after touching his.Is this normal?And why has he been so quiet?I also get off the bike.

"I need to show you something."He takes of my helmet and places it in the seat.

"What?"I ask.He seems worried.What has gotten into him?

"Follow me."He walks torwards the entrance of the house.Why is he ignoring me?!And why is he so...unlike him?He takes out the keys and opens the entrance doors.He holds the door for me?I walk inside while keeping my laughter in.

"You look like a dying seal."He smirks.I want to give him a comeback but I'm taken by awe.The house..or villa or whatever you want to call it,looks absolutely beautiful.On my left is a glass staircaise in a spyrole with wooden ends.The floor is wooden,so somehow clear and shiny,with fluffy carpets covering parts of it.The furniture looks vintage,knowing Ryan,it probably is.Although the sight of this is beautiful,the pitcures on the walls are breathtaking.They are...Photographs of nature?Wait not just nature there is one portret of a man.I walk closer to the pitcure.

"These are beautiful."I examine the persons face and he looks a lot like Ryan,just older.Same black hair,crystal blue eyes...It's just that this person looks so happy and smiling and doesn't have such a sharp face.Unlike Ryan,who has a firmer jawline,and a little bit more defined face and harder features.Wait,how do I know this?How do I know Ryan's face so well?

"Yeah,they are.Do you want anything to drink before we go?"I turn around and widen my eyes.

"Go?Go where?What do you mean go?We just arrived!"I clarify,pissed off.He just smirks behind the kitchen counter.What is he pouring in those glasses?Is that beer?Knowing him,it probably is.Pervert.

"It's not far.It's just a place where I spend my time.Can you swim?"He asks.Swim?Does he know me?

"Don't make me laugh.I and swimming?I'm not the type of person to brag but,I can say I'm pretty good."I smirk and continue looking at the photos.He comes up to me with one glass of beer.He brings it up to his lips and pours the whole thing into his mouth.His jaw moves with each gulp,which makes me wanna gulp.Concentarate Angela!

"Want some?"He smirks.

"No thanks I'm good.Thanks for your concer though."I say sarcasticly.Before I know it,I'm upside down with my weight pushed on my stomach.

"Hey!!What the hell do you think you are doing?!Put me down this instant!"I shake my legs and hit his back with my fists.Aren't I heavy?Seriously how can he carry me like I'm a pice of feather?