Chapter two!

Disclaimer: I do not own this

Coming at cha from Jedi Lord -Author- and Rock.Mistress.Of.The.Night!

The Polanski's large estate was breath-taking, yet not as gorgeous as the Eiffel tower. Yet there was an air of calm and peace around the house which the Eiffel tower lacked. The back garden of the mansion was most peaceful, which is where Enrique currently led a shy Salima around, chatting with her all the while…

Enrique re-adjusted Oliver on his back, trying to stop the small spasm. "Ah…" He commented Salima, nodding while careful not to hit Oliver's head. "So…you are a lonely beyblader?"

"Yeah…" Salima replied solemnly. "I've been like this since…well…you know…"

Salima: yeah, I've been like this...since... well you know…" She let her explanation hang in the air.

"I can gather…" Enrique replied. He looked towards the sky. Today, it was a brilliant shade of bright blue, with fluffy clouds littering it. "How gorgeous…" He murmured. Oliver attempted to murmur something, but it didn't exactly translate into words.

Salima, who had been caught up in her own thinking, didn't notice. "How did you meet Oliver anyways?" She asked, turning her head to face him. He looked back down from the sky and smiled like a young child.

"Good question…" Enrique complimented. "I suppose it would have all started way back when I was in France and I was more hungry than an elephant!" He laughed at the memory. Salima giggled a little.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yup." Enrique confirmed. "I sat at the table of a restaurant for ages, or it seemed like…you know how time gets when your hungry…" Enrique paused to allow Salima to giggle. "That is, until someone came up to me and asked-"

"Bonjour…may I take your order…" Oliver said, turning his head to the left with a small smile on his face, still unconscious.

Salima giggled again, watching Oliver. Enrique joined in. "Those were his words!" He exclaimed.

"That's cute…" Salima told him, nodding.

"Oh, we're here!" Enrique exclaimed, looking up at the back-side of the mansion. It was enormous, with various balcony's and windows.

"…Are you positive we didn't walk into the wrong back-yard?" Salima asked, hiding behind him.

"Nah, this is Oliver's place!" Enrique noticed the butler, Jetro, in the kitchen. "Hey, Jetro! Over here!" He called. Jetro stepped outside, and stood on the porch. Enrique and Salima made their way over to him.

"Hello master Enrique…Oh? Is that Oliver?" He asked, looking at the green mop of hair on-top of Enrique's head.

"Sure is!" Enrique told him, re-adjusting Oliver so that his head was revealed.

"Oh, my word…did Oliver dye part of his hair red?" Jetro asked, noticing some red hair above Enrique's shoulder.

"Haha! Very funny, Jetro! This…" He slid Oliver off of his back and Jetro took him out of Enrique's arms. "…Is Salima." He told the butler, and gestured for him to lean forward. "She's a bit shy…and Oliver has a crush on her…I've brought her here to stay with us." Enrique pulled back, and Jetro nodded.

"I shall take Master Oliver to his room…" Jetro smiled politely at Salima "Please, come right on in, Miss.Salima."

Salima blinked, a bit confused. She quickly regained herself, and nodded vigorously, blushing all the while. "U-u-u-u-h…thank-you, Jetro…"

Enrique chuckled a little, deciding to keep all of his snappy comments to himself. He headed into the mansion, and Jetro soon followed with Oliver in his arms and Salima trailing behind. She looked around at her surroundings, shocked.

"This…this place is HUGE!"

Enrique looked at her over his shoulder. "And 'this place' is going to be your home for a while!"

"Really?" She asked, the reality of everything finally dawning on her. Tears started to appear in her eyes.

"Of course I do!" Enrique exclaimed, turning again, this time seeing tears in her eyes. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"A…are you sure Oliver won't mind?" Salima questioned again.

"I'm positive he won't mind one single bit…" He told her, grabbing a klenex form a near-by corner-table and wiping her eyes with it.

"Thank-you…" Salima said.

Enrique smiled at her. "I can tell just by looking at you, come on we best get you a bath and something fresh to wear! I'm sure Oliver will like to see his new housemate all clean and happy!"

Salima blushed a bit. "Yea…"

"Besides, it's nearly Christmas!" Enrique exclaimed, obviously in love with the holiday.

"Yea…you're right…" Salima agreed again, smiling softly.

Enrique smiled back. "Come on!" He yelled, running up a set of stairs. Salima nodded and followed, slowly to admire all the beautiful pictures on the walls.

I can't believe Oliver chose such a nice...caring...beautiful girl to have a crush on! Enrique thought to himself, noticing how Salima looked at every individual picture, admiring each of their beauty. The thought lingered for atleats five minutes, the time it took for Salima to reach the top of the stairs.

Enrique continued down the corridor, but turned when he realized that he was the only one walking down it. He laughed when he noticed the literally hopeless expression on Salima's face.

"You don't know how to find your way around here, do you?" He asked stupidly. "Well, we'll just have to change that!" He exclaimed, fishing out a map of the mansion from his pocket and handing it to her.

"Thank-you!" She exclaimed happily, hugging him. Enrique blushed a little, then pulled away.

"Your welcome." He told her, smiling. "You'll find your clothes in the laundry room after you've had a nice bath, okay?" He started to leave, when he remembered something. "As your going to be staying with us for awhile, I will also add, that Oliver is very nervous around girls so... don't be surprised if he looks the other way or just simply doesn't answer, okay?" He warned.

Salima nodded. "Sure!"

On the opposite side of the house with Jetro and Oliver…

Jetro looked down at the knocked-out Oliver. "Master Oliver..." He said aloud, the shook his head. "You should know better then to faint because of a cute girl..." Jetro snickered a bit. "Well I suppose it only happens when you see a very cute girl…"

Oliver peeked through his eye-lid. His head ached as though he had been knocked unconscious… "Uh…wha?" He managed to ask.

"Master Oliver!" Jetro cried in surprise. "Your awake!"

Oliver rubbed his head. "Geez…Jetro, not so loud…"

"Oh, sorry Master Oliver…"

Oliver sat up and looked arouns slowly. "I could have sworn I was at the Effiel tower…"

"Master Oliver…you fainted and Master Enrique brought you back here with a girl…"

"Oh great, yet another Enrique-fling…how long will this one be staying?"

"Master Oliver…this one is a red0head. I believe her name is Salima.I believe she will be staying fo-"

"Oh gosh…" Oliver felt heat rush to his face. "Let me guess…"

"Yes, Master Oliver…" Jetro informed his. "She will be living here for the moment, unless you wish of me to send her away…"

"No! Don't do that!" Oliver exclaimed. Jetro blinked stupidly.

"Okay, Master Oliver, it is your decision…"

I just can't let her go out on the streets again...what if? Oliver shook his head, ridding himself of his thoughts. No I can't think like that… "Jetro, where is she now?" He asked his butler.

"She is currently getting washed and dressed, Master Oliver."

Oliver nodded. "Alright, I will be down in a moment." Jetro bowed and exited the room.

And that was chapter two! Enjoy!