"I've got a hood, mask, and sunglasses. Even if I was caught on camera, I couldn't be identified. I'm used to this kind of thing." Ryder sighed. "Um… the not wanting to be on camera thing. Not the egg thing. I don't generally do that." His face flushed very red when Evelyn stripped off her shirt and he looked away to be respectful. "And I can't help it! I'm pale…" He huffed a bit, keeping his eyes averted just in case.
"Well no duh. I have you hanging on my ceiling above my bed. Daydreaming of meeting the hottest guy alive. Giving him a hug maybe. Nothing more though, I'm not one of those creepy stalker fans. Just thought it'd be cool to be friends with ya. Ya know, you're not as cold as you appear to be. I'm glad about that. Also. You're used to it, but I'm not. I'll likely draw attention because I'm really loud, like naturally." She shrugged and slipped on a jacket, zipped it up, found some socks in the laundry basket, put those on, and then some tennis shoes. "Why the hell did you decide to help me anyways? You have billions of fans and you decided to come see me. Personally. Over a shitty ex."
Ryder looked up again when he was completely sure that Evelyn was dressed, flushing again at her description of him. "Um… thank you, I think?" He laughed nervously. "I try to be pretty real… but they don't like that very much, apparently." He sighed and glanced around as he considered her question. "Well… I dunno. I was bored, it sounded like fun, and you live pretty close to me. If you were hours away, I wouldn't have done it. And there's no way there's billions… right? I mean, there's only like, eight billion people on earth or something…"
"And? It could be 3 billion. I dunno, I'm over exaggerating quite a bit." She sighed and shrugged, and grabbed a backpack, and began to put the toilet paper in it. "People don't like real I've found. I don't anyways. Lost in music always." She said with a bit of a heavy tone, as she pulled down on her backpack straps. "Alright, let's go."
"Alright. Lead the way. Do we need to drive or is it within walking distance?" Ryder asked, adjusting his grip on the toilet paper and eggs that Evelyn hadn't taken from him. He made to follow the other, pulling up his hood so that his blue hair was less visible.
She turned around and looked at him, and set down her bag. "Hold on." She headed into her room and came back with a grey beanie, and handed it to him. "Wear that. In case your hoodie falls off. Oh and-" She takes off the sunglasses and pops out the lenses, and puts them back on. "Someone wearing dark sunglasses in the middle of the night looks too suspicious. Anyways I hope you like motorcycles." She said as she grabbed her keys and walked down the stairs to the front door of her apartment building, and then outside.
"Ah, um… alright." Ryder complied, pulling on the beanie and the glasses before tugging his hood back up. He followed her out the door, glancing around to make sure no one was watching them. "I've never been on a motorcycle before, so I'm not really sure what my opinion on them is. Are they safe?" He asked.
"Depends on whose driving. In my case? No. No they are not. Oh well you replied to me, so if you get hurt it's your fault for coming over. QUIT STARING AT ME MIKE!" The gross neighbor with a beer belly, peach fuzz who reeked of cigarettes glared at Evelyn. "Whatchya gonna do about it bitch?" "Scratch up your ride! Now go back into your damn apartment." The guy glowered and slammed the door as he walked in. "Sorry about that Ryder. You're probably not used to the poor people part of town. Everyone is an asshole, mostly. Save for a few good people. But that's just how it is when you strike out on your own."
(It's Ryder btw)
Ryder jumped a bit when Evelyn yelled, turning his gaze over to the neighbor. "What's he doing out this late…?" He asked softly, seeming confused. "Although I guess anyone could ask us the same thing…" He glanced up at Evelyn's last comment. "W-Well, that's not entirely true… my family used to be very poor. If I hadn't made it big, we probably still would be, to be honest."
"Oh yeah, I read the wikipedia article about you. I remember that. Hero, family man. They really laid heavy on the compliments. Also, in regards to your first question, how the hell am I supposed to know? That guy lives off of life support. Got injured during his job, and sued the company, then wasted all his cash on drugs, booze, and woman. Ugly fucker really." She then headed out the door and over to her pink and black motorbike. "Meet Pixie. Yes I named my bike. I named my guitars as well. It's weird but eh. Oh well. I'm weird." She then grabbed two helmets,a bright pink and blue sparkly one which she handed to you, and a covered in stickers from all the travels she's been on. "Oh right you should probably wear this one…" She then switched out helmets, jammed it on her head, clipped it, and straddled the bike. "Just remember. If you get hurt, or fall off, or die. It's your fault."
"R-Right…" Ryder knew that there were Wikipedia articles about him, but it was still strange for him to think about. Most of his life story was just right there on the internet for anyone to read if they wanted to. He fitted the helmet on and examined the motorcycle closely. "Um… how am I supposed to keep myself from falling off?" He asked tentatively.
She grabbed his hands suddenly and wrapped them around her waist. "Hug me for the whole ride. Oh and keep your mouth closed. You don't want bugs in your teeth." And like that, after flipping down the visor on her helmet, and turning on her punk rock playlist on her phone, she took off. She figured listening to Ryders music while he was there would be a bit over kill.
Ryder flushed and hesitated a bit, but complied. "I-I… uh… alright…" He held onto Evelyn, looking around and holding a bit tighter when she set off. "Your ex's place isn't too far, is it?" He asked. Where are the seatbelts on this thing??
"I said keep your mouth closed! And no not really, but what does it matter!" She hit a bump and they went flying through the air, before landing with a few little thuds,but she kept going. She was gonna show her favorite singer a good time. Something he'd never forget. Maybe he'd remember her, put her name in a song. Send her a thank you. Something small. She really didn't see this going anywhere after that night.
"Sorry!" Ryder's heart skipped a beat when the motorcycle took to the air, holding more tightly to Evelyn. The world seemed to slow for a second, but his mind came crashing back to him when they hit the ground again. He kept his mouth shut from then on, the wind whipping his open jacket behind him. He definitely didn't expect to forget this night unless they crashed and he got brain damage or something.
She then buzzed around a corner, turning smoothly, seeing how freaked out he was, and she slowed down a bit. Then down another corner, and then up a hill which she hit the speed on. She then began to sang along to the music. It was a more melodic song, and she had a really pretty singing voice, like honey and chamomile tea. But it also was like ale and moonshine, something to get drunk on and caught up in if one wasn't careful. Such a voice was unexpected from a girl as wild as her, but here she was, singing love songs to an idol she was head over heels for, while also simultaneously hoping to charm him by risking his life. So she may have her love and hate lines blurred. It didn't matter to her. She was having fun.
Ryder decided that focusing on Evelyn's voice would be the wisest decision. He could feel every miniscule bump in the road, each pebble seeming to make his bones quiver. He had to admit that she had a nice voice. As a singer songwriter himself, he could recognize talent. He wanted to tell her that he liked what he heard, but decided not to considering his orders to keep his mouth shut. Hopefully we're almost there…
As the third song ended she stopped in front of a crappy worn down house with peeling paint and a fence that had partially fallen over. "I know I know, the house says it all about the guy, but I saw the guy before the place. Ya can't be picky when you're poor. Oh and he had your blue hair, what can I say? I have a thing for it." She got off the bike, and took off her helmet, then fixed her hair in the mirror and got off the bike. "Cmon."
Ryder flushed lightly again, glad that it was so dark outside. He knew he should be used to fangirls by now, but he couldn't help being flustered easily. He slid off the bike and pulled off his helmet as well, not bothering to fix his hair. He pulled up his hood and followed Evelyn closer to the house. "You ready?" He asked.
She took out the beanie from his helmet since it had came off with it, and handed it too him. "Hell yeah I'm ready!" She said enthusiastically as she began to take out some rolls of toilet paper from the bag. She couldn't believe she was really doing this, with the biggest celebrity crush she's ever had. And he seems really cool too, which was a bonus for her. (Brb for a while)
(Alrighty)
Ryder grabbed an egg and grinned, looking over at Evelyn before throwing it as hard as he could at the house. He cheered when he did so, exhilarated by the thrill of wrongdoing. "I've never done something like this before!" He grinned, grabbing another egg to pelt at the siding of the house.
She shook her head. "You outta do more dangerous stuff, just don't let it get to your head." She said with a grin, as she began to chuck toilet paper rolls, humming a bit as she then attacked the small sickly tree in his front yard. She then began to help in the pelting of eggs. "I'm glad I got to open a side of you I doubt anyone else has seen. You're wild side. But be careful. Don't want your career getting ruined because you've become addicted to rebellion."
"Yeah, yeah… don't worry. I do have some self control." Ryder laughed a bit as he threw another egg. "Obviously I'm not exactly the rebellious type." He grabbed a roll of toilet paper out of the bag and tossed it at the house as well.
"Yeah. Strange someone like me is doing something like this with someone like you. We're almost complete opposites. But I like that. It means we compliment eachother well." She smiled and began to sing again. Strangely enough it was a soft and pretty french song, which just seemed to clash with the whole mood and bring it forth. (Yes I can ruin the mood but I don't wanna move tooooo fast.)
(Lmao)
Ryder smiled softly and threw a couple more eggs. "Y-Yeah. I guess we do." He would have sung along if he knew the words, but he wasn't too familiar with French. "You have a really nice voice, by the way." He said as he threw another roll of toilet paper.