Ryder laughed softly and took a sip of the coffee. It was definitely bitter, but it would hopefully wake him up. "No problem. It's the most fun I've had in a while. I'm not typically allowed to do stuff like that." He hummed thoughtfully to himself.
(Here's some stalker stuff that Evelyn would probably know lol
"Yeah well you are a world famous celebrity. Not a low life like me. Such freedom has its ups and downs. Mostly downs though." She then handed him the coffee creamer and began to eat, figuring he'd just use the fork to stir it.
"You're not a lowlife…" Ryder added some creamer to his coffee and stirred it in before taking another sip. "I'm sure you'll make a name for yourself. By your definition, I used to be a lowlife as well. My family hit rock bottom, and I did something about it. Your situation won't get better if you just sit around and complain about it, right? You've gotta take action sometimes."
"Why do you think I have 4 gigs planned for 1 day? Also I've already gotten some offers but I refuse to sign any of them. All of them want me to get into the pop industry. I'm not in it for the money,or fame. I just want to be a voice that's heard and unchanged. Most producers will start to change your sound or overwhelm you all at once. I don't wanna get sucked into that. So I'm making my own record company. From the bottom up, one way or another." She nodded. "Been getting offers since I first made my band practically. They try to hit you early, while you're still discovering your sound, to turn you into another pop icon. It sickens me. No respect for music with good soul, rhythm, and message anymore."
Ryder sighed softly. "I still write all my own songs. I don't like to let them do it for me. It's definitely important to stand up for what you believe in, and I respect that. I just didn't have that option when I was younger. We were in a much worse place than this, and we had four mouths to feed. This was almost a last resort. I'm glad I did it, though, because it helped my family and I get to do what I love."
She nodded. "I've got 13 siblings and my mom is a single parent. All of us are adopted mind you, but we all pitch in what we can. She still somehow has enough to take us on a vacation every summer. I dunno how she does it all…I'm just living shittily because finally like half of kids are out of the house so mom has some of her own free time. I don't wanna impose. I'm not here much anyways, mostly out with friends or on the road."
Ryder nodded as well and drank more of his coffee. "Thirteen is definitely a lot." He laughed softly. "I guess she really likes kids, hmm?" He raised one eyebrow with a gentle smile. "You'd probably have to if you're willing to take on that much."
She nods. "Yeah. We practically raise eachother more than mom does though. At least it seems at times. Crystal's really something. Always taking people in, always helping. From the lowest of the low to celebrities. I think she'd like you. So would Evan. He's my twin brother." She said with a nod. "Actually he's the one that introduced me to your music. He's just a casual fan, not an…I guess fangirl like I am? But even then I've seen SOME of the fangirls who are super creepy and hella obsessed. It's like, get a life damn."
Ryder smiled a bit more brightly as he listened. "Well, maybe I can meet them sometime. They sound nice." He finished his cup of coffee and sighed. "And yeah, some of my fans are very… strange. Girls used to DM me pictures of their boobs… so I closed my DMs. I guess some people would like that, but it's not really my thing…"
She shrugged. "Your face on my boobs on your shirts is enough for me. I'm not gross like that. I think you're handsome and sweet but I also respect your space. Like I bet those girls know your birthday, your first pet, and where you went to elementary school. I just read the article to see if there was any interesting little fun facts I could learn. Like your natural hair color is brown. I think. Not creepy stalker, just so when I'm chatting with friends I have stuff to add. I'm not gonna force myself on people, that's just rude. I know I can be a lot to handle, too much at times…okay. Most of the time. So I try to approach people slowly. I'm sorry for being a lot last night as well. I'll try to take it easy."
Ryder flushed a bit and toyed with his empty coffee cup. "Y-Yeah… blonde, actually, but it's been blue for a while. I don't dye my eyebrows, though." He shrugged, looking down at the floor. "And you're fine… you're definitely… charismatic, I guess is the right word, but I can handle that. I'm used to way worse."
"Naw. I'm loud rude and obnoxious. It's aight don't need to be easy on me." She smiled and looked down at the empty coffee mug. "Damn! I haven't even taken a bite of my english muffin, and you chugged that thing. Want another cup? I don't drink coffee but I keep it around for my friends and band members,so have as much as you'd like."
"Oh! Um… yeah, sure. Thank you." Ryder held the mug back out to Evelyn. "And I don't think you're too obnoxious… especially compared to other fans. You haven't screamed at me yet, so that's a plus. Definitely hard on the ears."
"I screamed at you last night for leaving evidence right in front of Rick's house. Gotta be smarter then that if you're gonna start getting into trouble with me." She took the mug, filled it with more coffee, and put it back on the table, returning to her English muffin.
"R-Right, sorry about that… I'm not used to breaking the law and I didn't think we had time to grab it." Ryder sighed and thanked Evelyn as he started drinking the second cup of coffee. "And that's not exactly the type of screaming I'm talking about." He laughed.
"True. You shouldn't get used to breaking the law. That's no bueno. Also there's time for anything if you're quick enough." She finished eating with a smile. "Thank you for hanging out with me and helping. That was really cool of you. I hope to see you around." (You should make him shy and awkward not cold shouldered because he isn't cold at all.) She then got up and went to go get dressed after putting their dishes in the sink.
(I never said he was lol)
"Y-Yeah, of course. No problem." Ryder smiled softly and hesitated before writing down his phone number on a white napkin. Being famous meant that he always carried something to write with on him. While Evelyn was gone, he quickly changed back into his own clothes, starting with his pants just in case Evelyn came back in.
(Yeah ya did earlier in his description. Or something similar) She did come out after he was already changed, in ripped jeans and black and white stripped button up top, with gold star hoop earrings. "Hmm…is this indie punk enough?" She asked herself quietly as she went into the kitchen to nab herself a snack. She also wore light makeup to complete the outfit.
(I meant like, temperature wise lol)
"Um… should I go ahead and go?" Ryder asked. "You're probably very busy, right? Four gigs or something? Where do you do those, by the way?" He finished off his second cup of coffee and got to his feet.
"Ah! If you wanted come to one of my shows, shoulda just asked. First show is down at my favorite bar on this side of town, The Good Ol' Brew. And then a two more other corner bars. Then we're the opening band down at Buffalo Park for a charity event, for breast cancer. 5 dollar entrance fee at every show except the charity event. Gotta make a donation of whatever you choose for that. Anyways leave whenever, I really don't care just don't fuck up the place. There's some pizza bites in the freezer if you're hungry. Me and the band are going out for lunch though." She then pulled on a pair of Doc Martens. "Lesbian signal activated. Maybe I'll get to date someone cute and good this time. Oh and in case you're wondering, I'm Pan so. Whoever you are I'll probably date you."
"Ah, alright… I might see you later, then." Ryder smiled softly. "I'll try to stay disguised so I don't draw attention away from you guys." He brought his mug to the sink and started washing it. "I'm bi myself, but I generally lean towards girls. I'm not sure if that's on my Wikipedia page or not." He laughed a bit.
"It's there that you're queer at least. I lean more towards girls too. They tend to screw me over less than guys do. Men, generally, as a whole. Suck. Save for a few. Like you." She booped you with her finger then looked down at her nails. "Should I paint my nails? Mmm…naw. They'll just chip anyways…Anyways! I'm happy to hear you'll be coming to our show! We're called The Hicks. Everyone says we sound like a hillbilly band or something, but we're more rock punk indie femme love songs."
Ryder laughed softly again. "Mhmm. I haven't read my page in a while… it's kinda weird for me to think about, you know? But yeah, I'll make an appearance. I can try to get you tickets to my show in Jersey as well if you're willing to travel a bit. Or if you haven't already got them…" He glanced over into the living room and quickly went to grab the napkin with his number on it. "Um… here. This is for you. Just don't put this on the internet anywhere, yeah?"
"Naw. I haven't got the money to travel for it, and don't go paying my travel fees. I don't wanna be a charity case. Plus I've already been 4 times. It's cooler to hang out with you than go to the shows ya know? Maybe someday, once I get big enough, we could perform together. That'd be cool." She smiled, then saw the napkin. "Oh thank you! I promise I won't. This'll stay between us. I won't even tell about last night. You've got an image to keep up, and no one would believe me anyways."