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.
"Oh! uhhh…thanks…" She went silent as her face went beet red. Now it was her turn to be awkward. Her favorite singer had just complimented her half assed tired singing voice. She had no snappy comeback, smart remark, and no way to change the conversation. So she turned away and started to head towards more the side of the house. She could've kissed him really with how happy she felt, but she wanted to keep her cool. She really didn't want to scare him too much, and now she was a bit afraid she already had with her motorcycle driving skills.
Ryder didn't seem to notice considering how dark it was, only grabbing a couple more eggs to chuck at the windows. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, probably more than he should, but he'd never done something like this before. It was exciting to him.
Evelyn eventually cooled down and then accidentally threw an egg at his open window. Said open window was right above where he was sleeping. "Oh…SHIT!" She then saw her now green haired ex with egg on his forehead and in his hair leaning out the window. He was skinny, with deep brown eyes and a rather bewitching smile, when he wasn't grimacing and glaring like he was now. "WHAT THE HELL EVELYN!" "Uh…Karma's a bitch! YOU WHORE!" She said as she stood below his window. "I HOPE YOU LEAN OUT FURTHER SO YOU FALL OUT AND FRACTURE YOUR SPINE!" He then leaned in. "I'm gonna get you, you BITCH!" She then took off running as he thundered out to the front door. "Hey uh I kinda did a dumb, and now we gotta fucking bolt if we wanna save our necks." She quickly packed up what was left of the supplies, and got on her motorbike, putting on her helmet.
Ryder froze at the yelling and bolted to the motorcycle when Evelyn came his way. "Sounds like a fantastic plan to me!" He quickly buckled his helmet onto his head and jumped on the bike, leaving the rest of the stuff on the lawn. They didn't have time to grab it. "Let's go before he pulls out a rifle or something!"
She groaned and grabbed the stuff, putting on her backpack and handing Ryder the eggs. "Here idiot! We don't want to leave behind any fingerprints in case he calls the cops or something!" She then wrapped his arms back around her. "Alright. Hold on tight. Drop the eggs later if you fear you'll explode eggs by holding on too tight. I can take it but they can't. We just wanna pitch em NOT IN FRONT OF HIS HOUSE!" She then took off, turning down her music a bit.
"Alright, alright, sorry!" Ryder held tightly to Evelyn and watched behind them to make sure that they weren't being followed. "Gun it! He might try to come after us!" His hood blew off of his head, but the beanie stayed on.
She pulled into a side alley, flipped around, and put the helmet on him. "You idiot. I don't want you dead. I don't want to go down in history as the girl who killed the hottest guy in the world." She then flung the eggs into a lawn, and gunned it after making sure he was gripping her as tight as possible. She was lucky it was a clear night, but holy fuck was she tired. She decided to tell the band they'd practice at noon instead of 10 am. She needed her fucking sleep. Maybe she could get her new found friend to stay the night? Probably not. Too much to ask for.
"I-I'm really not, but um… thank you!" Ryder flushed as he held tightly to Evelyn. "Now, we really need to get going! I don't want to die any more than you do! Or… any more than you want me to? I don't know, but I don't want either of us to get killed by your ex!"
"Shush,worry wart!" She then took off at top speed, and they made sharp turns that almost tipped them all the way over. She was damn good at balancing though, and soon they were at her apartment. she practically flung off the helmet and took off running inside, and up the stairs, before dashing into her apartment, and then held the door open for when Ryder ran in.
Ryder set his helmet on the bike and quickly followed Evelyn inside, watching over his shoulder nervously. "Do you think we lost him?" He asked, panting lightly as he watched the door. "He probably knows where you live, right?"
