Chapter 61: Chapter 61
Ryan’s POV
In my deep sleep, I heard my phone ringing.
‘Who the hell is calling at this hour?!’
I picked up my phone from the side and answered the call.
“Who the f*ck is this? I am still dreaming about chocolate and…”
[“Don’t tell me you forgot our date today, Miss Mcguffin?”]
My eyes flung wide open. I sat up, checked my phone screen and saw “Slyvester’s name”.
‘Oh sh*t.’
“Slyvester! I am sorry. Am I late, I will…” I stopped talking when I saw the time from the clock on my table.
‘It’s 5 a.m.’
“Slyvester, it’s 5 a.m.”
[“Yup. And the first course on our date will start at 5 a.m. I will be waiting for you outside the boarding house. See ya!”]
Tut tut tut…
“That damn man is crazy.”
I prepared myself in haste. And look what I found when I looked in the mirror! I have a pimple on my left cheek!
“What the hell!”
Pimple really knows when to appear. The rule was to appear on the most special day. Darn it.
“Should I put a band-aid on it?”
After a quick make-over, I walked out of the boarding house. A little light appeared on the bluish sky before the sun could come out. As Ber months are coming, the wind has a brittle chill on it.
‘Where’s Slyvester?’
I looked around and saw him standing under the streetlight. He was wearing a plain V-neck shirt, ripped jeans, and Adidas white rubber shoes.
We always see each other in the boarding house but… he looks more handsome than yesterday. Was it because of his dark blue hair? Or the black piercing on his left ear?
I don’t know.
My heart just kept on pounding so hard while looking at him.
“Good morning, Ryan!” he greeted.
“Good morning, Slyv,” I said approaching him. “You’re aware that this is too early.”
“I woke up from 3.a.m. Just be thankful that I did not wake you up that time.”
“Why do we need to go this early though?”
He pressed his index finger on the seam of his lips and glanced at the boarding house.
“I don’t want the other guys to know that we’re going on a date. That’s why.”
So… that’s it.
He doesn’t want to let the other guys know what we are up to, or else they might come along. Pretty impressive and possessive.
Forging a cough, my eyes went to the motorbike which was parked beside him.
“That’s Vincent’s motorbike,” I pointed it out.
“Yup. It’s hard to find a taxi during this hour. So, I thought of driving this.”
He hopped on the motorbike and started the engine.
Given how expensive the bike was, it rarely produced rattle sounds.
He wore the helmet and gave me the other one.
Holding the helmet, I asked him, “You know how to ride a motorbike? Don’t forget how you almost sent me to the coffin when you tried to drive a car.”
“Geez, Ryan. I am not an expert when it comes to car. But I can drive a motorbike since 1990’s.”
“Liar. You were still a toddler that year.”
“It was hyperbole. Don’t doubt my skill. This time, I’ll show you I’m a man.”
Well, this wasn’t the first time I saw him driving a motor. It happened months ago. I remembered seeing Vincent flipping the house upside down after Slyvester took his motorbike without the owner’s consent.
‘That means, he really knew how to ride a motorbike.’
Trust sealed.
I wore the helmet and hopped on the backseat of the motorbike. Since it’ll be awkward to wrap my arms around his waist, I grabbed his shoulders instead.
Slyvester’s shoulder stiffened as soon as I touched him.
“A-All right,” he stuttered. “Let’s go!”
He kicked the pivot upward.
“Wait a minute. Did you ask for Vincent’s permission?”
“No. But he will know this soon. Don’t worry.”
Broom!
We’re doomed.
Before I could stop him, Slyvester hit the accelerator and we entered the highway at ease.
‘If ever Vincent attacks Slyvester after this, I won’t block his way.’
I am BARELY innocent in this case.
When we entered the highway, there were less cars. The cold wind brushed on my skin, rattling my bones and my teeth.
I glared at Slyester’s back.
‘Why did we go out at this early time? It is so cold! Is he planning to go and watch the sunrise on the beach?’
“T-The w-wind is c-cool! A-Amazing!” he shouted while driving.
Amazing? Which part?
He was stuttering because it was so cold!
“Are you feeling cold, Ryan?!” Good thing he asked.
“I AM! IT WAS SO DAMN COLD, SLYVESTER! I WANTED TO CURSE YOU RIGHT NOW!”
Slyvester only laughed at me.
“I knew one way to lessen the cold,” he said, peeking at me through the side mirror. “Just wrap your hands around my waist and hug me from behind!”
I ceased. Scientifically, hugging each other makes sense. But… how can I do that while I am aware that he wants to take this chance to get a free hug from me?
“Well, if you don’t want to hug me, then we can freeze till de…”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him from behind.
Slyvester shut his lips.
Too embarrassed to say a thing, I pressed my cheek on his back.
His wide back was warm. It wasn’t enough to aid the coldness of the air, but I felt oddly fine.
‘Slyvester wasn’t saying anything. Was he… surprised?’
“I was… only joking before,” I heard him murmur.
I felt so hot all over my cheek. If that was only a joke, why did I hug him from behind?!
The stupid me was about to pull my hands away but Slyvester held my arms and kept them around his waist.
“Don’t…!”
“…”
“Don’t pull it back!” he shouted before placing that hand back in front. “Keep hugging me! I need your warmth too. So… Keep those arms around me.”
When I felt this odd happiness and nervousness while hugging Slyvester, I knew I would discover something very important on this date.