Falling for her Uncle

Chapter 11

"Seriously, the kind of crap this woman kept is unbelievable." Ryan held up some sort of blanket thing. It had a very retro design on it. It wasn't actually that bad, just very...hippiest.

"Please, its not that bad, it just a blanket." I said as I folded up some bed sheets and placed them in the box I was currently packing. Most the stuff here was going to charity's. Rhianna decided she was only going to keep the special stuff, partly because Ryan refused to keep all the stuff in his apartment.

"Thats the thing though, I think it's dress?" He fiddled around with it and held it up at diffrent angles. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. The way he was eyeing it made it look like something stuck to the bottom of your shoe.

"You know, I don't appreciate you two making fun of my late gran's clothes." Rhianna stormed in the room, hit Ryan round the head and grabbed the blanket/dress out of Ryan's hands. I gave her my best innocent look and stood up.

"I did nothing wrong, you didn't see his face, his back was to you!" I said. She threw the dress in a near by box and went all mother on me. That meant the crossed arms, the tapping foot, and the worst thing, the disapproving look in here eyes.

" I saw your face from the door, you were just about ready to burst from laughter." She said. I flushed in embarrassment at the truth of that. I was just about ready to burst. I caught Ryan's eyes across the room. He was poking his tongue out at me like some kind of five year old. I gave him my best death glare and threw a pillow at him.

"Tiffany!" Rhianna scowled. Just my luck. I stomped my foot like a two year old and stormed out the room, slamming the door dramatically behind me. Just to show him how pissed off I am.

I skipped down stairs and walked into the kitchen. It was bare. We had already stripped this room. I leaned against the sink and stared out at the garden. Rhianna and I would spend most of our evenings in this garden. It was cool before we discovered phones and laptops.

"I liked the slam on the door, very dramatic."Ryan whispered in my ear. I had to hold back the shiver that so badly wanted to escape.

"I thought so." I replied back, showing no emotions from him being so close to me. I could hear him breathing down my neck. One move out of place and we would be touching.

"We need to talk about some things. I tried to get hold of you but your not replying to my texts." He carried on. Two hands came into view and rested themselves on either side of mine, on the counter. We weren't touching, but it felt exactly the same. I turned around so I was now face to face with him.

"Thats because your texts are stupid. Not to mention a waste of time." I smiled evily at him.

"Please, you should be grateful that I actually send those texts. Do you know how many credit I've wasted on my phone?" He said. I shook my head and held back my laughter. By the amount of texts so got she was going to guess he wasted a lot of money.

"I have the answer to both our questions. You stop texting me. Its a win win." I ducked under his arm and made my way to the kitchen door.

"Thats not what I wanted to talk to you about Tiff." I sighed and turned back to face him.

"What?"

"Why didn't we tell Rhianna?" He asked. I didn't think it took a genius to work that out.

"Well, because she is going to be moving in with you, she's you're family and she is my best friend." I stated.

"I know that already, but I really like you and I don't mind Rhianna knowing." He told me. Him saying that made butterfly's appear in my stomach. He liked me. Just those few words made me feel on top of the world.

"Well I do mind Rhianna knowing. So this cant carry on." I told him. I walked out the room so I didn't have to hear his reply. My heart was beating to fast. I cant believe I just did that. The one question that kept on replaying in my mind was:

Is friendship more important then love?

Yes.